"What the hell is going on with me?"
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Business entrepreneur, Michael Jackson, was at the happiest point in his life with a, seemingly, never-ending streak of success when obscure things began occurring. But, little did he know, in an entirely dif...
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~Maestro
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March 3rd, 1983
My vision was clouded, due to the misty, gray fog that invaded my line of sight from the teleportation that'd just taken place moments ago. Seconds before, I'd still been in The Regnum, but was instantaneously transported to Earth. The portal had taken me directly to the secluded forest in which my mother's bunker was located. I took a deep breath, the humid air clinging to my skin as I stepped forward into the unfamiliar embrace of Earth. I'd never been to this foreign place, and the recurring feeling of guilt way made itself comfortable in my system—a result of breaking the most forbidden law of The Regnum.
The earthly smell of what I assumed was petrichor invaded my nostrils, the new scent peaking my curiosity. I felt the crunching of the leaves and twigs from beneath me, and my heart started pounding, not only from the remaining adrenaline that persisted from my journey, but also from the anticipation of what lied ahead. I knew I was a stranger there, an intruder from an outside world, but yet there was a sense of belonging that tugged at my soul.
I continuously checked my compass rose, ensuring that I was headed in the correct direction. I attempted to carry myself with my shoulders back and my head held high, which I hoped would create the illusion that I wasn't completely driving myself insane. My guardianship to Michael was the single most important thing to me. The trajectory of his life, specifically in regard to his abilities, was left in my hands. Custos relationes hominum were extremely sacred in The Regnum; when deciding to become a guardian, your designated person is already pre-ordained, and you spend what seems like every waking moment training to be able to do your job effectively. I chose this path, and unfortunately, the presence of darkness chose Michael—and I needed to do everything I could to get ahead of whatever was on its way.
Although I knew what I was doing had been forbidden, I couldn't remain a bystander and only help from afar; I needed to be where the source was. As I was walking through the leaf-covered ground in the forest, I felt an eerie presence invade the surrounding space, but nevertheless, when I saw my mother's bunker come into sight, I drew in a sharp inhale, preparing myself for the overwhelming emotions that were to be associated with this event.
I twisted the doorknob and pushed through to see a wide, open space in front of me. There was a long, rectangular table that were accompanied with rolling office chairs, two couches that sat diagonally from each other, and various bookshelves that contained what I could only imagine were magical books. My eyes widened at the sight of it. The dim lights created a soft, inviting environment, and for a moment, just being in the bunker brought me the comforting feeling of my mother once again. I sighed deeply, however, throwing my travel bag onto the table, blinking away the pain, as I had better things to focus on.
Walking around to one of the many couches, I plopped myself down as I ran my hand through my black curls. I gave myself a moment to breathe; something I hadn't done since the obscure spirit had in Michael's life had been discovered. Suddenly, as I was just beginning to relax, I lost control over my body. I felt myself sit up from the couch, and I urgently questioned what was going on with me. I don't have powers anymore, I reassured myself. I know this isn't me. The overbearing feeling continued, and soon, I was completely standing up before feeling the unbearable amount of pain from the impact that'd hit my groin, causing me to fall on all fours. I cursed loudly as I saw the fierce woman suddenly appear before me.
