Discordiae - Jackson's Story

Chapter 1 - Awakening

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"What? Did you think you were the only talented one in the family?" he mused.

Petra gasped as music seemed to float through the air. The music would have been fairly regular enough, as it was Beethoven's Fifth Symphony and this would have found a familiar place here; The odd thing was that there where no speakers about or music players to have played them.The only sources seemed to come from the man in front of her she once thought of as family and the flowers on the desk behind her that he had been pointing at.

"Well,yes." She awkwardly admitted. "Actually, I did." She seemed to be slowly putting herself together. "How are you doing do that?"She gaped.

"The same way you breathe..." he replied. "Instinct."

Collingswood Manor - May 5th, 20xx

It was an average day for the town of Skipperdell. The sun was up, the birds were chirping outside the window at the beginnings of May, the wind seemed to ease through the Willow trees, and Jackson was still in bed with his radio alarm blaring, its 'Get-up!' melody. Sadly, this happened way too often. He had stayed up the night before reading several books for school and talking to his friend, Sandra, about what a dunce their math teacher was, whether she would finally go out with Sam, and other trivial matters.

"You're going to be late for school, again!" His mother called from the kitchen below them.

"Meh..."He groaned and flipped over from his stomach. He had been laying there a while not wanting to get up knowing that if he did his mother would badger him yet again about staying up with Sandra and being late again. Who wanted to be early for things? Then I'd just have to wait around...

The sound of soft-padded steps and a jingling noise entered the room...Oh great, here it comes... he thought. Just as he started to open his eyes to prepare, a large creature jumped onto the bed and started licking his face. "Yea, yea..." He said lazily scratching the dogs head. "It's good to see you too, boy."He tried to get up, but the large, ivory dog held him down and kept trying to cuddle into him. The case that happens when puppies (or any type of child) outgrow their puppy size and still think they're small enough to be lifted and played with.

"Magnus..." He coughed trying to get all the fur out of his mouth. "Mom!" he yelled muffled. "Call the dog!"

Magnus let loose a happy bark and continued cuddling into the still, somewhat, sleeping Jackson whom was still trying to breathe under the mammoth dog's weight and through the fluffy furry coat.

"Magnus!" she whistled. "Magnus, come keep Momma company! Jackson has to get ready for school. He'll be back later."

The dog let loose another loud, joyful bark and cuddled his massive, fluffy white head into Jackson one more time before racing downstairs along the carpet & wood flooring.

"...now I have to wash my face, don't I?" he mumbled as he galumphed into the bathroom. His short dark hair, scruffy with bedhead, and green eyes looked back at him from the bedroom mirror."Well, you've looked worse..." He washed his face, brushed his teeth, and tried to string a brush through his hair to give it that side-flip he liked.

"You're going to be late again... Your father won't be happy." He could hear his mother's scowl as he came down the stairs.

She had decided to go with pink today, in a floral pattern that Jackson thought didn't exactly bring out anything other than her poor fashion sense. She's not a horribly unattractive woman, he thought. She just has no sense of fashion. With her mousy hair, she should be able to find something to offset her eyes; There was always something about them they were stern, dark, and deep-set eyes that never seemed to express warmth or joy.