Mitchell is swung his bag on his back as he left for home immediately school closed. Lots of people were looking at him with weird gazes but he decided to ignore them and go back to his new home.
"I heard that he beat Derek with one hand". A girl whispered to her friend but his ear was sharp enough to hear her but he ignored her all the same.
" Yes, I heard that Derek couldn't even touch him". She nodded her head as she said those words. A bit of awe evident on her face.
You know it was a weird thing, whenever you do something special and people that don't usually care about start to recognize you.
Mitchell just beat the bully of the school, with one hand and now they were looking up to him. He of course couldn't really care.
By the time he reached the school the school gate, the murmurs about him reduced significantly since most students weren't out of school yet.
He took his earphones out from his bag and put them on. As he kept walking, be noticed something strange, the weather was changing. And not the change that you could easily predict, but an instant change.
Dark clouds gathered and the air got a faint chill. The wind blows harshly and the cold was biting. "How did the weather change so fast?" He asked himself but still hurried up to reach the orphanage before it started to rain.
But suddenly, before he could take another step. He felt his body locked in pressure, his mind locked in fear. He started sweating heavily despite the cold. "What is happening?"
Immediately, the ground shook violently. The rain fell harder and lightning illuminated the dark sky for a split second.
Then a migty pressure fell upon him making it even harder for him to breathe. 'Why is this happening'. He said inwardly.
Then a bright light shine and suddenly, two massive figures appeared. They were locked in an exchange of weapons.
When the bright light was gone, he could see them clearly know. One of the figure was covered in armor like blood red scales, his eyes were gleaming red with bloodlust and a suffocating intent to battle. He was holding a crimson scythe in his hands and it was dripping small drops of blood.
While the other figure was illuminated in a purple light. His entire presence screamed calmness and nobility. He was wearing some light clothes that looked foreign to Mitchell but it accentuated the purple light coming from him.
His right hand held a purple sword that sometimes gleamed silver. The purple light came from the sword. He looked a little pale but that it didn't affect his handsome face.
"Which realm are we in, Jack". The man in crimson armor said to the man illuminated in purple light.
" I can hardly feel any celestial Qi . . . not even spirit Qi. This realm is lacking". He said again, his voice was showing its malice.
"You do not need to know, because you end here". The other man said and charged at a speed Mitchell's eyes couldn't keep up with.
The other man in crimson armor smirked and raised his hand to punch.
'Bang'
Mitchell heard a thunderclap that resounded for miles. Mitchell felt himself almost blown away but was held by the pressure he was still feeling. The sound of fists clashing against fist was heard again and the resounding 'bangs' kept resounding in his ears and very soon, blood started to flow from his ears.
The figures were moving at a speed that he still couldn't fathom yet every bang made his body vibrate. By now he was sweating bullets and the blood flowing from his ears was a frightening sight.
"Argh, all my punches have no power." The crimson figure shouted again and once more a rumble rang out in the earth. The sky parted and filtered in some sunlight.
The man in purple light stopped for a second and took some time to breathe. Even though he had brought the crimson nightmare to a realm where there was no celestial Qi and hardly a silver of spirit Qi, he was also handicapped.
As of now, the two huge figures had not even noticed Mitchell at all. The terrain had changed drastically and sounds of thunderclaps were still ringing out.
The purple figure turned to look around and his eye caught Mitchell in the distance. His heart shook in surprise because this realm that was not supposed to have any traces of spirit Qi and even less of celestial Qi. He felt this boy radiating a silver of celestial Qi.
'Impossible'. He said inwardly and then the purple sword in his hand began to him in excitement, even turning silver for a split second before changing back to purple but the excitement didn't diminish . . . in fact it even increased like the sword wanted to leave his hand and go to the boy like the way a servant would go to its master when he found him.
When the crimson figure saw his faint distraction, he finally turned and saw Mitchell as well. His eyebrow raised in surprise and he didn't hide it .
"What . . . someone here has celestial Qi?". He roared in laughter and sent a small ball of dark light towards Mitchell at a crazy speed enough to rival light. But the small ball of light was still bigger than him by far and in a fraction of a second, it was already in his face.
But the ball was stopped by the figure in purple light. He looked at Mitchell in reverence and said. " Greetings Lord Fate ". He said before his gaze was back to the crimson figure.
When the crimson figure heard what he said, his face contorted in surprise, then shock . . . and finally fear. For the first time fear appeared on his face.
" How, but you are dead". This time he rushed at Mitchell with the scythe slashing at Mitchell but the purple figure blocks it again with the purple sword.
'What are they talking about'. Mitchell shouted but couldn't voice his thoughts out because of the mighty pressure he was feeling.
The battle continued but with even more vigor. The man in crimson armor kept trying to hit Mitchell with everything he had but the purple sword was blocked every time.
Mitchell felt his confusion rise along with his fear.
Who are these people? Why is he trying to kill me? Why is he protecting me? Who is Fate?