The Lightning Within

Chapter 1

The sound of lightning striking before my very eyes was strangely calming.

The noice was powerful and mighty, but that did not bother me at the very least. I felt comfortable, sitting on the floor and enjoying the cold, rainy night that was bestowed upon me.

"Damian Striker! It is time for you to go to bed! You will not get up late tomorrow! You have work to do!" I heard my mother yell as she entered my room.

She had dark hair, like the color of the sky when it was night time, and powerful green eyes, which made you bow before her when she gave you a mean look.

"Yes ma'am, I will go to sleep." I obeyed. There wasn't much I could do, after all.

Was there?

I woke up the next day, tired from not sleeping well. I had trouble every night for the past 2 years, and I am barely 7 years old. Oh, how unlucky I was.

I could tell that for my age, I was very intelligent and understanding of the world we live in. A cruel and dishonest world.

And I was striving to change that.

It isn't that the high council is bad, but they are very ignorant of what is happening around them, and that gives terrorists or evil-doers a chance to do what they do best, destroy this world.

The high council is made up of 7 people who rule over our province, Volteria. They decide what's best for the country, and sometimes that can prove to be for the worst. And those horrible and wretched people will someday use that to their advantage, and that will be our downfall.

Or so I think.

I walked up to the huge mirror hanging from the wall and observed myself.

I looked just like my mother, with dark hair and green eyes, but I also most definitely wasn't as intimidating and arrogant as she is. Or at least, not arrogant for the same things.

I lazily combed my hair and brushed my teeth, before dressing up with my "work" clothes, which was a fully tailored suit and some recently polished shoes.

I opened the door that leads up to the hallway outside and slowly walked toward the dining room, where my parents were finishing up their breakfast.

"Come on Damian, eat fast, you have a lot of work to do and you don't want to fall behind now do you?" My father conveyed.

I shook my head slowly, indicating that I did not want that to happen because if it did, I will re-open some scars I would prefer to maintain closed.

And believe me, no one wants that. Well, maybe no one except my parents.

I sat in the large table, from which a chandelier hung on top of it, draping from the ceiling.

I quickly ate my breakfast and stood up, prowling towards the door on the far corner of the room.

Before I opened the door, I heard my father say from behind me.

"You better work hard for us and finish on time, midget."

I entered the room and closed the door behind me. I slid down until I was seating with my knees close to my chest, and my arms holding on to them. My back was leaning against the wall.

Tonight, I will be leaving here forever, and will not come back even if they find me. I'd prefer to die overworking for my parents for the rest of my life and gaining them something they do not deserve.

And so, I started working, for the last time, and by tomorrow, I will be free from my demons. Right?

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