Stargazers (Original Furry Story)

Part 2: Existentialism

Lucas' POV

I've...never been normal, that's not underestimating the fact that most people in Ontario are murderous psychopaths, but I digress. Normality has never been my strong suit, not only have I never been that popular in school, I have thousands of responsibilities put on me by my parents. "Oh you need to learn the art of responsibility" I mumble to myself after they refuse to let me stay up past at least 11:00 to work on homework. Sure, I sound like an angst ridden teenager who hates everything and you are........... partially right but the world has always been this way, I least I think it has. Ontario is part of the sky district, the most "normal" district in the 7 of them. The seven districts include the Scorch district (California), the Hydro district (Tokyo), Rage district (Great Britain), and the Mysterio district (Antarctica).
As implied the mysterio district, nobody really knows about. The historians say that the legendary Stargazers reside there while they are in training. But, ive never really beleived in fairy tales like the stargazers. The world has always been messed up and, its just pure luck that weve even been able to survive this long past the incident. My parents, well *chuckles* my "adoptive parents", have always told me that the stargazers will always be with us and reside within a few people who will become the most powerful beings on earth. Me, a generic as fuck Arctic Fox, have never really beleived in the art of "life and death" and "fate". Everything in the world depends on a random dice roll, nothing is set in stone. The fairy tale of the man in the red coat always interests me though. I mean, a tale of a mysterious man who most likely takes kids away from the normality of life telling them they will be the most important of them all.......only to realize the training ground is actually a dirty old dude's basement with oddly placed chains *yaaaaaaay*. The real world sucks, no fairy tales can be the reason for gods to exist. Then, in the middle of my existential crisis, the door knocks. "Nobody comes around here and we arent expecting any mail right now", I think to myself as I go towards the door. As I hear the knock on my door again my heart begins to beat faster and faster because ive never been the best with any sort of face to face communication, I painfully open the door to see...Nothing, but a strange polar bear, with a painstakingly familiar red coat.