"Steven wake up! It's time for you to go to school!"
"I'm awake mother, and I'm fully aware of what time it is."
A young man gets up from his bed, puts on a lilac T-shirt and a pair of stained cargo shorts. He has messy purple hair with pure white tips that covers almost his entire left eye, both his eyes are a nice faint Teal color, he stands around 6'01" with flawless tan skin, and dark freckles dotted all across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.
He is 17 year-old Steven Caler, he is the son of two well known "citizens" in his village. His mother Vivian is a nice woman, not too old and not too young, she is an expert with sorcery and Melee combat. On the other hand, his father Filen, is an expert with summoning and archery, though he can barely hold a steady aim for more than a minute. However, Steven is a Master of guns, other firearms, and a novice at both summoning and sorcery.
The teenager grabs a flare gun, a flintlock pistol, and an assortment of staffs for summoning and sorcery. He puts them in his bag as he walks down the stairs to greet his mother. Vivian had her hair put up in a ponytail, she looked over at her son and smiled, as she motioned for him to come sit at the table with her.
"Today's your last test of the year!" Vivian exclaimed.
"I know, I just hope I packed the right staff," Steven sighed while scratching the back of his head as his mother passed him a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon along with a cup of coffee with 'Irish Cream' coffee creamer.
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Galaxia
General FictionSteven is a young boy with a friend of the unusual sort. The two keep getting into situations of injury and other things...