TRUE MAGE

“The world is a vast place consisting of many living creatures, but how were we created… and what happens to us after death?” Shiro rests his face in the palm of his hand while lying on his belly at the edge of a cliff, in his favorite spot, with the wind brewing through his hair, breathing in the mountain air, while starring down below.

“I should head back down before it gets late.” Shiro sighs and stands up, he yawns while stretching his hands into the air. “Guess Mika isn’t coming today.”

As he makes his way home through the village. “Hey, zero!” A boy shouted then laughed with his friends.

Shiro stands still for a few seconds as if he was frozen and while looking down, he bares his teeth, starts to breathe erratically then he folds his fist so tight that his nails leave marks on the palm of his hand, and as he turns his head slightly to face the boy, he is stunned after noticing Mika, and as he looks directly into her alluring blue-green eyes he remembers the promise he made.

“Shiro?” she says in a soft mild voice.

The thought of her hearing what the boy called him made him try to avoid eye contact with her and gazed at the ground while clenching his fist and squinting his eyes, he immediately turns around to run but bumps into an unfamiliar tall and huge man dressed in black sweat pants and jacket and a slim woman wearing a black and white off-shoulder dress.

“grr! you should watch where you're going, kid!” The man said.

“haha, did you guys see that?” The group of friends pointed at Shiro and laughed even more.

“Why do you assholes always pick on him?!” Mika grinned her teeth and shouted.

Shiro gets up staggering and flustered, he tries to keep the water in his eyes from running down his face so he runs off again.

“Hmm, that kid.” The man glares at Shiro as he runs off.

“Let's go snake, he’s on his way.” The woman said to the man.

“Tch, fine, let's get this over with already.” The man replied.

Shiro makes his way home but no one is there, for his mother and father are at work, he gasps for breath sporadically while slamming his hand at the door behind him and letting himself fall slowly to the floor while bracing on the door with water running down his face, he gets up and notices a letter on the table from his aunt Jenny but he doesn’t read it, he grabs his scabbard with his wooden sword and rushes through the door and suddenly stops.

“W-What are you doing here?”