Mantra (n.) (man-truh)
It is a unique skill inherited by a relative that gives you powers. It can also be shared by an ancestor but the ancestor will lose his/her mantra.
The year 1800
A meteor will fall tonight! All people must evacuate and go to the nearest evacuation right now. I repeat a meteor will fall tonight!
People are busy running, packing up their things, and panicking. They didn't know what to do. Some people are fighting for a spot and some people are trapped inside of their houses. The meteor slowly approaching to the Earth's crust. The townspeople notice that the meteor is not getting smaller, unlike the usual meteors. Moreover, it is likely an egg that protecting its carry. The meteor slowly to land and luckily, all townspeople have already evacuated. Even the people who were trapped thanks to their neighborhood. The meteoroid fissures and slowly an elegant appearance shows up. The townspeople notice it and hurriedly gather. They were so shocked that they can not take their eyes off the goddess. The devastated town was so quiet until the goddess breaks it."I am sorry that I broke my town. I did not actually mean to break it but I did not know the coordinates where the safest landing is. I am truly sorry," the goddess said. "But I can help you fix this village."
The goddess slowly moves her hands and wave it to the air. Suddenly, her palms started to radiate. And, she chanted some kind of magical spell.
"Timoria!"
Then suddenly, the collapsed town began to restore again. And this time it has a mystic barrier surrounds the town that can make it safe from danger. But they noticed they can not go out. Some people were angry because they thought they will be locked out forever.
"But, how can we get out here? We travel to the city in order to get some foods that we ate and the stocks that we need," an old man asked.
The goddess replied, "Don't be bothered, my residents. I will give you a powerful weapon that can help yourselves and other people! This mark will only be seen by the one who has a mark and whoever did not have any mark cannot enter this sacred place!"
A bright light suddenly appears. The townspeople are flustered and suddenly, the townspeople suddenly gleam. They are screaming and squawking because of the strong energy they are receiving. After a short while, the townspeople faint and slowly, a mark is showing in their nape. The sign of their mantra.
The year 1900
The townspeople of Polemos are slowly growing. They are enhancing their mantra and inheriting it. The town that they built before was transformed into a University. It is a school which all teenage who have mantra are living in. They are teaching them on how to enhance and use their mantra. Since it is a University, it is very secure since they have Fylakes. (comes from the Greek word "fýlakas" which means warden) But a group of people is gathered because of their unbelievable strength and usage of their mantra and they are called "The Fylakes Prodigies".
But a mysterious clan under attacked Polemos. All Fylakes were defending it. Some people have opposed also. But three strong fiends destroyed Polemos. The monarch quickly informed the Prodigies to help protect the University. After a long war, they won the war yet the Polemos was ruined. Hundreds of Fylakes have died and thousands of Fylakes were injured. The Prodigies were celebrating but suddenly, the leader of their group was found missing.
Present
Failbe
The radiating of the sun wakes me up. "I guess it will be a good morning," I say. I rise up from my bed and go to the bathroom. I take a bath and of course, wear my uniform. "Failbe! Come here na. Your breakfast is ready," my aunt says. I go out to my room and go to the kitchen. I already smell my breakfast. I think it will be tasty.
"Good morning tita! I think my breakfast will be delicious," I said.
"Just eat your breakfast already," my aunt said. "Don't forget to visit your mom after school, okay?"
"Yes tita," I replied. I eat my breakfast then go to school. Since I am already 18 years old, I can drive freely. I go to my garage and starts the engine of my motorcycle then go to school.
Well, school is just the same, or is it? One strange happening happened to me. That accident a while ago.
Flashback a while ago
"When you divide this to that, you can simplify it. After that, you can...."
Our lesson was been cut when someone knocks our door. Our teacher approached the man who knocked on the door. They were chatting until they finish. Our teacher went inside and started to look for someone. Our eyes met and suddenly called me.
"Mr. Lincoln," Miss Aeri called me.
"Yes, Miss Aeri?" I replied
"Please deliver this letter to our school director. A stranger sent this to me and he said that I must give it to our school director," Miss Aeri said.
"Okay, Miss Aeri." And start to stand up.
I went to Miss Aeri to get the letter. I went downstairs and started to ponder who the man is. I deduced that something is off. First, why does that stranger went to our classroom to deliver the letter to our school director even though he can deliver it by himself? Second, in all the students in our classroom, why I am the one who was being called? Does that stranger know me? And lastly, why did Miss Aeri addressed him as "stranger" even though they talked about like five minutes.
I was busy deducing when a card was thrown at my foot that made me stumble. Damn, that card is strong! I closed my eyes and tried to control myself in order to fall safely but it was too late. A seconds later, I opened my eyes and saw that I was on the ground, safe. I rose up and see a man with sunglasses smiling at me.
"A Polemosian. Quite interesting mantra. Here, let me help you," he said. Then, he offered his hand to help me stand up. I accepted it and starts to ponder what the heck did he said. And, how did I even managed to survive in that fall? I wiped myself and asked him.
"Thank you, sir. By the way, what is Pomelosin and matran?"
He laughs and says, "It's Polemosian and mantra, kid. I guess you didn't know these kinds of stuff yet. But I will give you a clue, you are not a typical person, Failbe," he said. "Here, go back to your classroom and I will give the letter to your school director since I am the one who gave it to your teacher." he then grabbed it and bid goodbye. Then, I'm here standing without knowing what the heck just happened.
What in the world did he say? I'm not a typical person? Does that mean... I am a Polemosian?!

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Polemos University: The Prodigies
Fantasía"Sometimes the closer you are to the truth, the harder it is to see." ― Jacqueline Simon Gunn, Circle of Trust There is a boy named Failbe Jonathan Lincoln who is living a normal life in a peaceful world. Until one day, a secret of his true identit...