by Lexi Thorne
“How did you get here uh?” She asked.
It had been two weeks we met and did something meaningful.
“What is it with the black marks on your chest? Have you ever wondered why they were there?” she inquired.
“I cannot say specifically” he responded naively.
“Well, you can see it painted so it could glow in all the colors you could ever imagine, even white. To make it swift for you to comprehend, I have prepared if for in an electronic format. I am sending it over to you. I am sure by now you have gotten one for yourself, have you not? She asked. ‘What is that please?’ he asked.
“An E-mail account, you are in a school, and you surely are gonna need it for the greater good as you might need to send in or out mails to friends, and the otherwise in the class or your instructor might need each student in their assignment and submit to him there. I would assist you in creating one, but I am doing it to yourself so that in case of any necessity you would be able to get integrated with then the lives in the society. He left her side and went where the book had lain to try again after several trials how to concentrate and make heavy stone pounce on water and roundabout and keep pouncing like so. He picked up the heavy stone, closed his eyes, imagined what he cherished the most, took a deep…deep…deep breath clearing and feeling every bit of his acupoints with incredible attention, his right leg backwards, left remained as it were, the right hand was well in the back as well like that for maximum efforts and the left was have raised forwards, he threw the stone wanting it to just exactly as she had done the other day. The stone went up straight in the stead of his expectation. It went far deep up into the cloud, he looked up trying to make sense of what was happening to the heavy stone; the stone came down with a heavy swoosh, and it thuds through into the water, and it came out back and started to pounce about. It was amazing and was hard for him to explain” She said.
“You have done well…”
“What! When, how did you get here?” he asked.
“Not only disappear and reappear. You have shown you might end up being the best I have ever assisted. She said as she was moving closer to him close to the coarse tip of the brook.
“In fact, that was a bit of the least of what you really are capable of doing to be blunt. The joyful thing there should be that you are catching up faster than they have speculated” she said.
“Who are ‘they’?” he asked confusedly.
“So you really do not have their glimpses coming around your figment yet. And for questioning, you would get to know the punishment for that tomorrow. See you around” she said as her sound began to sibilant and fade into the air.
However, he tried doing the same thing again, and it worked but worked differently compared with the way it worked in the first place. He looked a bit disappointed as there was dialytic in all that. He cherished consistency. He remembered though, within this cosmos, the most consistent thing is change pending diverse forms of forces. All these universal principles he had been able to mastermind already had always found it hard and difficult to get past it right from the beginning of his being, here. Billions of things were effectively and naturally seemingly in alternation and different from what the heart has. There was the natural freedom to levitate without touching the ground at all in some parts of the planet Glacier. Irons and steel had no dealings with construct they had right over there as they were had around the world. Planet earth. As also thins big there was things average and mostly small in reverse order. The most charming and disturbing which was also clear to the powerful witch was the opening of the portal as it was already causing a rift to be opening all other alternate universes. The sun was three, and they were not sufficient enough it was always and overly coldly there without one season time for the opposite. If it were nor for the suns, a lot of things might have dried and died. The cold always increases on timely basses as it was alternately the happenings here. He at a time asked in the witch were the inconsistencies. He was curious and would like to know more from the great witch. ‘There are some things there are no specific answers to’ she responded inappropriately curtly.
CHAPTER FOUR
THE HURRICANE ROMANCE
The college and Woodruff’s inherited hut were quite close to where fun was regarded to be the base. He had been around there and over it. Ciro had seen the blueness of the sea as captivating as they stretched. His body got magnetized by it as it was in verisimilitudinous with the colorful frosty seas without tides that were in planet Glacier. The overview was a gulf coast as the sun’s works in the sky hit 240 days on the average and the season is not consistent with weather of cause. He had promised himself and reassured Woodruff it would be fun to stretch past the bush to the outside. Woodruff was always indecisive as to whether to concur or not due to his principles and philosophies toward life and being in entirety. That was pathetic of him. He wished there was something more would do and make him alter some resolves which are sickly indeed in deed.
“If you would go alongside just for some hours, we would pull down this hut build a better one together. I would aid you to make the work a bit faster with plausibly best successes ever” he said promisingly.
“Deal?” he said.
“Ya!” he responded.
“No, deal?” he repeated.
“Alright, deal” he replied.
They went on to go and have the fun as agreed by the duo as it were during their past duologue. And it was hurricane season untold and unknowingly to Woodruff as he was living some sort of backward life technologically. They got nudged by the whirling tales and hands of the hurricane as it started as they could see the overview as tall and disastrous as it was tossing and turning on its sides and on its tail. It was not getting close to the recreation area where they had the best views with the normals –tourists around who had come to on vacation and other related visits to the captivating sceneries abound at the location. Woodruff attention was first drawn to it as it looked the hurricane of that season really intended to ram down his inherited hut. Thus, he ran down to the hero who is the might and the temerity to do something. He was there near the beach with his big dark sunglasses and could over-heard his heart beats thudding closer as he was approaching to draw his attention to the destroying effects of mother nature.
“Could not you hear that? Could not you see that? Try and do something as that…” he pointed the hurricane to him as it was whirling about and he was amazed.
He left anon. believing he would be able to do something to redirect the hurricane but it would have been way too late if it were that the hurricane was approaching the hut as it did not, but its effect was seen quite evident. It was that moment that it occurred to her they could of cause pull the hut down and build a better one which would be much more contemporary. He pulled the wooden hut down and was able to raise a better shelter for them in a matter of minutes as he could travel fast. Woodruff was amazed when he returned and was as well thankful for the magical assist.
NMC Soccer team had just been established, and one of those who had signed up are Ciro. Its establishment was quickened in order to be able to harness friendliness between the male students as it was only soccer that could be able to do that with ease. They were told they would be waiting by their trainers on Fridays on the pitch and Ciro would wait when she would allow him to as according to her, her responsibility to him should come first and not soccer. If the powers he had gotten were not known and well managed, he may lose it all, and good peoples could get hurt. He was impressive in training and would always be the first and the last to leave when occasion opens the door for him to partake in training. It was announced on the previous day would go and duel with one of the colleges close by. They went as the temporal time for that came into effect, and they did well by drawing in the long run. Ciro was not able to be part of it as he was not feeling fine. Woodruff was sick, and he’d got nobody to look over him right there in the bush he would not want to leave. He was left with no choice but to sit right
next to him for a quick recovery. They challenged Magic, New Mexico College Soccer Team believing they were not well prepared and that was why they could not win. The second leg saw Ciro around and was going to partake. The coach called them together in the dressing room for words. They have come with condescending looks. ‘They have thought because have been established for long that they would be able to beat the pop out our butts. They are good, yes. So are for we are united and we have trained really enough to do well. Let me remind you what you might not know. They invited us by calling us which have seen to be informal. They should send an ambassador around to get us involved or in other ways which are much more formal. That shows how far they down cased us in their purview. Now is the time we show them we might be new but we are could be the best before they know it. We should make them know that we know the tricks and how well and better to make use of them for maximum effects. You are going out there in the spirit of brotherhood to show them all what you have got. You have spectators advantage. You should all recollect this is your home and they should not be allowed to beat us and go leaving us in pretty shames. Leverage on all the resources you have got on the pitch and play safe’ he said encouragingly.
They were underway…
NMC passes the ball… straight to 1 at the goal poll who managed stopped the ball with his right leg and hit past the mid-field. The students and the teachers were all out to support the school. Thus, the seats were filled, and the grounds had no eyes to see properly as they have been filled by legs. The ball was already with the visitor’s 7 and he was struggling real hard to pace with the ball running with all his strength looking at the 10 who was raising up his hand calling for him to loop the ball on the 3 and the 5 and the one run close to him for him to meet up with and make the best use of.
But it appeared he was way too selfish with the ball as the 3 slid like a crashing areophane peeling the grassy carpet of the field with the teeth of his shoes and he was fair as he went for the ball alone. He moved up at the same time as the ball was already close to the line where it would be in the favor of the visitor as throwing. It went away past the white line, and there was nothing he could do about that but to run back to his apportioned spot lest he is slacked, and they would be topping and with the upper hand. The visitors 6 threw the throwing, and it got right to their 10 as well.
The goal keeper was already out unknowingly, and the dribbled his way through with the pretense he was not ready to shoot, but he did take a very fiery shot which the keeper could not manage to handle.
After 75 minutes passed, it was 3 – Nill in favor of the visitors and they never seemed tired yet from scoring.
He substituted for, and he was given 2 to hold the back which seemed loosed well so that much more goals would not come in. He received a pass from the keeper, and he looked at the keeper and saw how tired and weak they were with their hearts’ beat thumps. Thus, he began to dribble his way through, people were not believing it as they were already booing him to try and pass the ball to another teammate as they might just collect the ball and that would disastrous as he had overlapped. He pretended deaf tot their booings and continued to dribble forwards till he was able to dribble the keeper mercilessly as he thought he would shoot it as he had gestured with his leg positioned he was going to do that, but he did not; he carefully lifted the ball over the goalkeeper, and it was a goal indeed. The audience around roared with joy. He picked up the ball and placed it at the center for them to pass, he repeated the same thing, and it was 3 – 2 in favor of the visitor, he worked an assist which aided their 7 to balance the goals up to 3 – 3. ‘+4’ minutes were added.
All the visiting players went back to impede the magic of Ciro to defend. It was very hard for the first 2 minutes of the 4 minutes. He looked at the cheering spectator, the instructors and read their thoughts, randomly, as the ball got to him on 3 minutes spent, he gave it back to 5, 5 to 7 back to him on 2 back to 6 and then to 10 then to 9 and as they were stretching they were stretching as well, Ciro called back for ball as the time was few seconds to stop, he received the ball, knowing it would be paranormal to jump through them all he nullified the thought to do that and he took a shot haven observed well that the keeper was sore-relaxed it was finished. The ball flew, hot right through their heads, stretched past what the keeper could keep from coming in and it hit the bar and entered.
Immediately they passed, the visitors, the referee blew the whistle, and that was the end of it all.
Joy came down from the threshold of ecstasy and filled the minds and hearts of every member of the school, the instructors, the undergraduates, most importantly, the coach.
They gathered back at the dressing room where they had changed originally in the first place before the procession they put into charge and then to the field of play and then the rematch. It was there they undressed to put on the kits for soccer and they were not actually allowed to come in as there were many of the undergraduates and even some of the experienced instructors who would not hide their sweet feelings as per the final result of the match had come to with praises and encomiums in their mouths. Others changed in there escaped through the other exists. Ciro would not leave yet, and it occurred that he was the last person to want to leave as he had got some sort of thing at the back of his mind to do which he plausibly would not want others to know or see. The marks on his body he had come out and Adelita had learned he was still in the dressing room. She went had left with the aim of meeting just him and just him. She was already there with the intent of trying to tease him should occasion be able to make room for that to happen.
“You really were amazing on the field today. You did save the day, and we were wondering why he would not start you in the right from the first-half of it’’ she said.
“It was a punishment for not showing up at all at the first leg, and there was no prior notice given him nor did I make an attempt to call. It was a matter of emergency as sometimes, even the superhero need to be saved” he responded.
He was still seated with all the constructs of his chest bare, the parks were there calling her to come and caress. She moved even much closer and used her fore finger to girlishly pull his head up to look at her face which was already radiating with utter seduction. Then her hands were all over his chest and as he was beginning to caress him, though he was not responding to that as ordinary men would. Adelita dashed in and met them so and was sorely disappointed. It was a successful mission to Amaia as she was able to make feel like such once again. She moved a pace backward, deepen her hands into her bag and brought out a card, stretched her hands she needed to give it to him but he was about collecting it she dropped it, and she stooped to pick it up and as she did that her tits popped out frosh. But all that hardly had him teased at times. He collected the card, and she began to depart. Adelita had left with utter bitterness due to what she saw in the dressing room.it was all unbelievable why what she liked would have to be what she liked. It was hurting and poisoning.
In the stead of leaving for home already as it was already late in the night. He tried to pay the witch another visit to understand some theories about fervor and ardor much clearer without compromising. She asked him to try and tarry the question the following day when they would have to go on an adventurous journey together as she would not the punishment be what would impede that from happening.
“Your status would improve tomorrow, and that means you would be able to inquire limitedly, and I would be left with no choice but try as soon as plausible to do my utmost answering you're them limitedly either,” she said.
“Am I expected to be happy to hear that?” he said whimsically and smiled wryly alongside showing his displeasure about the whole system of training to be a warlock.
He was confused as he could not make a head of why he was chosen in the place in the whole system there and for what design or purpose he was chosen or was being made to be part of and all that. He left her basement confusedly, and she could read all that on him like bol
d words on paper but for her to resolve and say
“I like this one; he is good, and he might just be the one expected to come around.”
She was nothing less than six centuries old. She had been there for one cause for the alien as it were her family’s tree duty and responsibility to bear the cross for the alien on the basis of a very old pact established. She was the last of her kind. She had gone to the portal the other time for the revitalization of herself to revert her aging as she supposed died and long decomposed long before time in currency. For revitalization, she would go to the portal spot with the silver medallion and would pass through the portal to the other side by breaking the barriers of time. There she would be presented their elixir to sip. Just a sip, under normalcy, would see her through a century. She had seen a lot and would really want to end it all. And that was her deep feelings, sort of feelings she would not want to duologue with anybody but just herself. The last time she was at the portal, she was made to know by the five that without her being able to help Ciro into the warlock they say much cave for, the last she took would be the last tone she would be taking.
CHAPTER FIVE
THE CLASH
There was no distinction in the sky with the noon clouds shattered rendering the head of heaven turned upside kind of bard hovering in killing distances away from the superstructures of the college. The sky again was with minced effects of humid heat with scorching breeze strictly zagging about the crashingly ordained day. The grasses were green a bit and stunted a bit and brown a bit closer to their roots. They have filled grasses that were seeing usually the wrong sides of the sun which over there seemed to be elegant and absolved to work thus absolved its arduous as a doubling product of the firmament in the care of the mother universe. They were just done with their last class for the day. They determined to make for a scheme where the two would be together to show who was and was not there whilst the other would be the best right in the presence of the undergraduates. Sort of thing had never happened before in their higher institution, but there were tit-bits from those who have persons in other schools stuffs like that happen. Jean sis once made her know how clique engages the other in the name of hegemony and in the name and respect for themselves during their session. She was to Jean, it would most of the times come in the form of challenge. The persons or the clique initiating the challenge of cause would have been aware that was going to happen, but the other side would be naïve and would have to go extra miles in other to prove themselves worth it and not to be like chickens which would be crying in the face of ploys and college literal assaults. The fantastic four and Adelita’s clique were going to be at loggerheads due to one entity, mainly lying twist the curvy college belle. The entity who happened to be Ciro looked unaware about it all on the surface but on the inner part, he understood but was determined not to create since and not to attract attention decided to let be the two girls as they were doing their things. It got to heat up when Jean saw her, Adelita got pushed away stylishly as she was having a talk with another guy other than Ciro who was cute and took over as if she knew the cross of their confab got Jean vexatious and made it realizable enough, it was high time they compete with the fantastic four. There would be a dare from them, and there would be a dare from us. If we could win the two dares or we could have funniest or the most cheered dare in the long run on the basis of what the others, the undergraduates say, we would be popular as they are or even be more popular than they to their chagrin and this would really help a lot as we of better agenda whilst theirs was wrongly mean.