I was sitting through another boring math class as the teacher explained a math concept I had known for years. I was going through my typical routine of drawing in the back of class. When we received our homework, we were given the last 15 minutes of class to complete it. Nobody did that however, for they simply talked amongst each other leaving me in the back trying to finish my drawing.
I couldn't remember when or how I had started drawing. It was sometime in early elementary school. I picked up a pencil, started drawing, and enjoyed it. Ever since then I was simply known as "that one kid who can draw" to everyone aside from two girls.
"Hey Luce, what are you drawing?" a girl said from beside me. She was amanda emberly. She was one of the afforementioned girls, and one of my childhood friends. "Just another stupid sword" I replied, showing her the drawing. "It's not stupid, it looks really cool" she said kindly. "Amanda, you say that about all my drawings" I respond in a somewhat condescending tone.
Coming up from the other side to interrupt us was my other childhood friend Amelia Thorne. "Hello amanda, hello lucien" she said with a kind smile. "What are you two doing after school today, we could all hang out at my house if you're free" she continued. "Im up for it" Amanda said with a shrug "it will have to wait for about 30 minutes, I have to make up a test after school" I answered. Amelia looked sad for a second and then smiled and asked "well you can walk to my house after you're done right?" To which I nodded in response. After that class ended and we went our seperate ways.
I went through my next two hours quickly. I took the test, knowing I got an A. I then headed towards the school entrance, so I could leave, but as I walked out something caught my eye. There was a good pencil on the ground so I picked it up. I thought nothing of it but then I saw some weird writing on it. It appeared weird but I figured some kid carved it into the pencil when they were bored.
As I walked I used that pencil to draw a basketball. As i walked, I thought 'it would be fun to have a basketball right now to shoot hoops with.' After only a few seconds, my sketchbook began to glow and before I knew it, I had a basketball in my hand. I looked on the page, and the basketball was gone. It was almost like I had pulled it off of the page.
I trembled in fear, for this was impossible. 'it is impossible to create matter, it simply can't be done, especially not at a whim' I thought. I tried to see if it was real, so I began to bounce the ball. It bounced perfectly. I looked closer at the writing on the pencil and it glowed, something was not normal about this.
I threw the ball away and just continued walking to Amelia's house. When I arrived they welcomed me in "sup luce, you look tired" Amanda said. "I do?" I responded, raising an eyebrow. Now that she mentioned it, I was tired. Was it because of summoning that basketball? Nonetheless I was unnaturally tired, but not enough for it to bother me.
Amelia took my hand and said "come on, let's go play some video games, that always makes you feel better." She was right, I just needed to play some games and take my mind off of what happened, but that would prove to be a challenge. We played various games for about an hour until I heard Amanda's voice from behind me say "yo luce, why is your pocket glowing?" I reached into my pocket and pulled out the pencil and it was glowing.
"What the hell is that!" Amanda exclaimed. All of a sudden I couldn't speak or move, I could only hear the whispers in my head. 'Creator.... you... unleash." After a few more seconds I gained my ability to speak back and I started to scream. I fell over in pain as I breathed heavily.
At this point, the girls were screaming at me to calm down. Amelia's parents came in and her mother shouted "what is going on in here!?" I got back up and, all at once, I somewhat understood what those whispers were saying 'I think I have the power to create' I thought. The voice returned, but more clear this time 'they are coming for you, prepare for battle'
"Girls get my sketchbook!" I demanded. Amelia began to speak "but lucie-" I cut her off "dont question me just get my sketchbook!" She was frightened but did as I asked. When she handed it to me I began drawing as I explained. "It appears I've gained the power of creation and I need to use it to defend us" at this point, they thought I was insane but I finished my drawing of a sword, the same sword I was drawing before but even better this time.
I focused my energy and thought about the blade: it's composition, it's size, it's structure, etc. As I focused my mind, the sword began to materialize in my hand. Everyone stared. Amelia, Amanda, and Amelia's parents had their jaws dropped on awe "holy crap, he can actually create things" Amelia's father said. I walked outside and noticed I could sense... something. I wasn't sure what it was but it felt evil.
I saw it approaching, a dark monster covered in flames. It appeared like some sort of wolf like creature with the fire acting as it's fur. The monster took one look at me and charged. Before, I would have cowered in fear but I couldn't control my body as I ran towards it and slashed it in half. After that, the sword dissipated and I passed out...
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The Creator
FantasyYoung man Lucien Ramhart is an antisocial outcast at his school who spends all his time drawing. when he discovers a pencil with mysterious writing on it he discovers that he has the power of creation. soon he is finding himself in a world of magic...