((In other news; Sultan Usman Abdullah Dan'Fodio of the Bauchi Caliphate has been suspected of amassing weapons and secretly training beasts warriors for an encroachment to the central part of Nigerian lands. Nothing else has been heard as at the moment this is just mere speculation, but the Igwes of greater Biafra have given a united statement saying they would not sit back while members of the Caliphate aim to swallow more land and precious resources of our formerly great empire of Nigeria. At this point, nothing has been hard from the Oba's of the south-west regions of the empire, tensions have been unequivocally rising and all are advice to stay indoors as much as possible and protect themselves.
In international news, the United States of America have discovered a new Soul beast that might be the solution to creating a vaccine for the deadly COVID-77, Currently this Soul beast is in custody but it is believed………”
The noise from the television faded into the background as John turned down the volume and let out an all too exhausted yawn. He had slept on the couch again, all the while have a perfectly functioning bedroom that he didn’t need to run from all the time. But it was hard, Hadiza was too much of a bother to deal with at night with her constant need for companionship. Not that John minded having her close, but waking up with fur in his mouth was not fun, not in the slightest, especially when said fur tasted too much like cheap cologne.
What a Blood Beast would want with Cologne baffled him, but that was how she lived her furry tiny life, eating his food, spraying his cologne and arguing with him like some sort of old married couple, she was a pain in the ass, but in the end she’s the only reason why he was still alive today, he owed her a life debt and had to make sure she was protected, of course it’s not as if he had any choice, if she died then on the virtue of she being the only summon he has, he’ll probably die not too long after, Ahhh the joys of life in a new world.
“I don’t know what you’re thinking about, but you should get up and go get ready for work.” Soft footsteps padded into the small living room as a condescending voice followed. John turned his head to look at her, and then he hissed in annoyance.
Fur as black as the night, green eyes similar to a cat, along with the ears, but a face belonging to a dog, along with her size. She still had a cat's tail though, which stripes going around it till is got to the tip. Neither him nor anyone else had a single idea what sort of blood beast she was, she exhibited much of the same characteristics, but she was unique, maybe a little too unique. John got up from the couch, the blanket on his body falling off, but neither him nor the canine-feline in the room seemed to care much about his state of undress.
“Good morning Hadiza, how was your night?” John asked as he headed for the showers, the memory of the past two years replaying in his head.
“If only you got me the extra glossy fur treatment package! You wouldn’t have to be running from the bed all the time! I hate not being around you.” She said as she walked into the kitchen with the intention of scavenging their almost bare fridge for a meal.
John didn’t say anything, days like this made him extremely tired, and weak, and very nostalgic. After all he was 21 today, and just like last year it was a birthday he’ll be celebrating with no one else but Hadiza. There would be no mom, no Dad, no sisters, and definitely no twin brother; no James. It wasn’t something he would admit to himself, but he missed his family, he missed them a lot. And it was because he’s been unable to let go of how much he missed them, that he’s been stuck incapable of living properly in a new world that was so unlike his old one, but still so much the same.
He woke up in an overturned ambulance on top of a dam two years ago, Hadiza was there, and after those weird soldier that he now knew were Caliphate warriors tried to murder him with literal Sound waves, John knew he wasn’t in Kansas anymore, it Was Hadiza bonding with him that had save his life. But anything before that was just one big blank, till now he wasn’t sure if this was another world or just his world in the far future, the calendar didn’t help because it still showed the same dates as the old world. Either way this hunk of rock he now found himself living on was called Terra, another word for earth, but still earth all the same.
The continents and the countries remained the same, but now they’re more like kingdoms rather than a democracy. Now everyone answered to someone, of something in a chain of command that goes all the way back to a king, queen, Emperor, empress, or chiefs. It was a lot more advanced in regards to technology, but also a lot more chaotic. But that would be because unlike earth, this world has something different, it had magic specifically summoning magic.
On this world everyone is either born with a soul beast (a summon incapable of taking physical form) or a blood beast (summons with physical forms). You’re born with a connection to it, and once you get to the ages of 3 to 14, you’ll be able to summon said beasts to your side and employ awesome skills and abilities through the use of nifty little gadgets called skill cards. Anyway for those who go beyond fourteen and are incapable of summoning their beast, well then they’re going to be useless forever then, being nothing more than ordinary people, that counted for 80% of Earth’s population, and seeing as during the last census the amount of people one Terra were number at 20 billion, only four billion people were summoner.
But it shouldn’t be possible for Terra; assuming she was the same size and scope as earth to house that much people, which brings it down to one thing only. Card Dimensions and Card Dungeons, unique pockets of reality interwove into the very fabric of Terra itself. It leads to other lands where the biology itself, from tiny ants, dead plants, a simple fistful of sand would give birth to skill cards that can be used by the summons to carry out a certain number of tasks, or as everyone would prefer, to battle and duel. It was a chaotic world, And John was just trying to survive in it.
Hadiza was very much unlike other summon, for one she could keep her physical form around indefinitely, with draining a single wisp of energy from John to remain summoned. Two she had a soul form, a form made of energy whose true power can only be shown if she merges with him, making her a very, very, very, very rare dual Blood & Soul beast summons, and then the ultimate one………her freaking ability to talk; it means she’s a sentient. A summon capable of independent thought and actions away from her summoner.
That’s even more rare than being a dual beast summons, Sentients are always extremely powerful, capable of feats that can only be considered legendary if giving the proper training and utilized with the best skill cards. She was a commodity that anyone would kill John to obtain, which was why they’ve been hiding for a long time. Because if she dies, as the summoner and her being the only summon he has, he’ll follow her in death. But it’s not the other way around, summons have stronger souls and bodies than humans, if he dies she goes on living, so nothing like that our lives are tied together forever bullshit.
“How long are you going to spend in the fucking bathroom! Hurry up John!”
With how loud she is, John would be worried that neighbors would hear her voice and out one and two together considering he didn’t live with any other female. But he was living in a repurposed shipping container in an abandoned neighborhood of repurposed shipping containers, they called this place the Warehouse. Three years ago there had been an outbreak of an advanced form of the Corona virus, the whole area was quarantined, and in turn everyone in it also died, no one but beggar’s and homeless people have been living here since then.
John made his way out of the room, dressed and ready for a day at work……picking garbage. Hadiza was on the table with a cheeky grin on her face, a plate of corn flakes without milk and a candle placed on it with much of its was already melted into what John would say should have been a birthday cake.
“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you, happy birthday, happy birthday, Happy birthday to youuuuuuuuuuuu eeeeeeeee ahhhhhhhh!” Also……Hadiza could really sing.
John looked at the candle wax covered cereal, and the expectant look on her face, he looked at the door to his container apartment, sighed as he cursed himself for being too nice and turned the milk into the cereal, and then with a rather strained smile on his face, he dug into his breakfast, much to the delight of the very bipolar Hadiza. John wished the ground would just open up and swallow him, or at least someone would have just come here and saved him……. He got his wish as his door was kicked open and an entire squad of soldiers wearing Caliphate colors rushed into his apartment.
“Put your hands on your head and get down on your knees! Now!”.
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