The Exceptions

Prologue

(Italics means thoughts)

LuCiAn

Lucian feels nothing but floating. He opens his eyes only to be met by a massive black expanse. A void. Suddenly, he feels his stomach drop as if he were on one of those old fashioned roller coasters. Cold, fear, being completely rendered helpless. 

There isn't much you can do while floating. His emotions and thoughts clash as they continue to get darker and darker. 

I wish I was back at The Academy. Choking. That's the next sensation that crosses his mind. He feels his throat slowly constricting. Panic. Flailing his arms is all he can do. He tries to clear his mind to no avail. Suddenly, as if a miracle, a bright light shot through him and lit up the entire space, leaving him numb. All bad emotions seem to have dissipated into nothing. He reasons that shock is better than depression, though not an incredible improvement. 

Since when was I this aware of my emotions? The light fades into the dark. All that remains are 2 brown eyes the size of massive moons, like the ones that used to circle Jupiter. He looks at them, puzzled. 

What in the f-... Before he can finish, the eyes turn purple. A brilliant dark purple. He loses all sense of everything as he stares in wonder at the spectacle before him. The eyes start glowing, invoking a paralyzing sort of fear.

  The eyes appear to be trying to convey an emotion..? Tears start streaming down the eyes and falling into the infinite abyss below. 

How odd. He begins to regain his thoughts. 

Wait! That's the sign of an exception! All of his emotions, judgments, and feelings are swirling into a pool nearly as deep as that chasm. It is too much for him to process at once. 

"Who are you?" he finally calls out. There is a feeling of rumbling and the eyes light up. Literally. He starts to panic as the eyes burn with an intense purple flame.

  No sign of temperature change though. He feels more confused than ever. Is this the overclock he has been told about numerous times? The legendary power that only a few could wield? Just those who are cursed with poor or dangerous lives? The power they used to protect all that which they value? The eyes explode and...

Lucian blinks. "BEEP BEEP BEEP" The alarm clock jolts him upright, nearly bashing his head on the low hanging wall. 

"Oh thank fuck, that was terrifying" he wakes up to a massive sweat stain on his pillow case. Exhaling, he shakes his head slightly to stimulate his neurons. He throws one leg out of his bed, then the second. He looks at the walls he has seen since being a very young boy. He runs his hands down his face, and brushes his long blonde hair out of his eyes. Picking up his glasses and watch, he puts them on. After a few more adjustments, the time for morning routines is upon him. Time to get a move on.