THE CRIMSON EYED WITCH

Volume 1 Intro

April
The bus on the way to the high school.

I sat at the backseat of a bus that was headed towards my destination. I had been reading a novel that was quite interesting. It was about a young man, who was trying to form a group to rebel against a meritocracy. His goal was to create equality amongst all men.

I believed it was a very foolish and pointless endeavor. If I could have met with said protagonist I would have asked him a few simple questions.

Did he believe all human beings were truly equal? This fight for equality he had embarked on, how sure was he that he wouldnt just create a new meritocracy to replace the former.

From what I had read, I knew very well he would have replied along the lines, "Heaven does not create one person above or below the other" as he had quoted several times in his amusing speeches.

What amused me was the fact that this young man did not know the full quote. It went on to say "We're actually equal at birth, but then gaps appear."

I saw it, like saying a student who excelled in academics was equal to a student who performed poorly. No matter how much he would want to refuse, this fact was going to remain.

Yes, it was true that we were responsible for our actions but, at the end of the day the truth was that concept referred to as "equality" was false. It was like a magic trick. An illusion meant to deceive us into believing in something that didnt exist.

But there would remain those who wished to refute the truth.

I myself was an example of this. A child born and bred in the white room. One of the chosen to become a stepping stone for future greatness was always praised and respected.

Until I met him. The one we the children of the white room referred to as God. Soon my life became an existence beneath his. I wasnt given the special treatment I used to be given, even though I was above the other students. I was ranked 2nd, but even with that, I still wasnt considered excellent enough.

"Um... Excuse me sir. Would you be willing to give up your seat?"

This caused me to shift my attention from my novel.

I could see a young, well-built, blond-haired man sitting in a priority seat. He wore the same school uniform as I did so I guessed he was also a freshman like myself. An old woman stood next to him and next to her stood what seemed to be a civil servant.

"You there, can't you see the old woman having trouble?"

The civil servant questioned. It seemed like she wanted to let the old woman sit there. She had acquired the attention of every single member sitting in the bus.

"Dont ask me such a silly question, madam."

I did not expect such a response from a high schooler but judging from the way he carried himself, I could tell he was a prideful character. He wore a smug grin on his face and crossed his legs.

"Why should I give up my seat when theres absolutely no benefit in it for me?"

"Isn't it natural to hand over the priority seat to the elderly?"

"Now that is just being stupid. A priority seat is still a seat, is it not? There is no legal obligation for me to move. Whether or not I move should be decided by me. Would you ever give up your seat because I am young man?"

Sensing hesitation coming from the woman, he continued.

"Hahahaha. That is a very stupid way of thinking. It is true that I am a healthy young man. It is also true that standing would not inconvenience me. However, doing so will consume more physical strength and I do not want to do such a wasteful thing. Or are you saying I should be more proactive?"