Hey there. Names Harry. I’m sure you’ve already heard about most of my features, but I’m also positive Luke did a terrible job explaining me. So let me recap. My name is Harry Simmons, I’m about six foot five, and very athletic, I wouldn’t say I’m too strong, but the others have different opinions. I have short brown hair, and dark brown eyes. Since I was little I’ve been able to use metal magic a variant of earth magic, fused with electricity. My father is an earth user, my mother, you guessed it, electricity. I play pitcher for Kaine University's baseball team more importantly though, my family is one of the only rich families with a variant child. I’m not a pure magi like Caleb or Sabrina, both of their parents used the same type of magic, so they ended up with amplified dark and light magic abilities. Variants are the offspring of two magi who commanded different magic elements. Variants abilities are more diverse, but often fall short of a pure magi’s abilities, power wise. My father built a company called CleanPower Inc, a company that creates generators using “clean power” at least that’s how they advertise it, but the machines they use to make the generators cause way more issues than just using a regular generator would. I don’t live on campus, I live about twenty minutes away in fact in my father’s mansion. I sat alone in the back of a limousine, driven by one of my dads paid chauffeur. I glanced out the window of the vehicle watching Kaine University fly by. I wanted nothing more than to live there with the others than this god forsaken mansion. The ride was dead silent, like always until we reached the mansion. The house had five stories, the outside of the house was made of brick and the bush and trees that were on the front lawn were all groomed to perfection. The limousine parked outside the door on the circular driveway that was in front of mansion. I quickly opened the door, beating the chauffeur to it, quickly running up the steps to the double doors and opened them slowly.
“Good evening Master Harry.” A maid said bowing to me as I entered.
“Come on, Cynthia it’s just Harry.” I said patting her shoulder as I stepped passed her. The main foyer was a very large circular room with stairs going up on either side of the room, a large golden chandelier hanging from the ceiling. I inhaled deeply and stepped forward, my tennis shoes squeaked on the marble floor as I moved to the stairs. When I reached about halfway up the doors opened again.
“Good evening Master Lance.” Cynthia said giving a bow. I turned my head to see my father walk to the center of the foyer and glance up at me.
“Home early?” He asked.
“No this is normal time for me...” I said rubbing the back of my neck.
“Ah, well go get yourself settled in, your mother is making lunch.” Lance said. I nodded and hurried up to my room. I threw my bag into the corner of my room, and flopped onto my bed. I stared up at the ceiling and yawned. My room was way larger than it needed to be. I had a king sized bed in the right hand corner, two large dressers on the left side of my room and a 72” flatscreen tv on the wall across from my bed. I sat up and flipped it on as I took my shoes off. The news turned on and a man began speaking.
“It’s been years since we had a breakthrough but we think we’re onto something.” A man in a white lab coat explained. “We haven’t been able to breach the areas protected by the teleporting magic, in the past we’ve just been teleported to the other side of what we suspect to be the tree.” He said. “Up until now.” He finished. I rose a brow and looked up, as the camera cut to live footage of a crew aboard a ship. They stood on the deck as a sea breeze wafted past them. “The man you’re seeing in the middle is our best hope at unlocking the oaks mysteries.” The scientist said over the live footage. I turned my attention to the man in the middle. He was a tall man, probably around six foot seven. He seemed pretty athletic, and was dressed in a long, white trench coat that flowed down to his calves. His medium lengthed black hair stayed hidden by a black fedora type hat. I couldn’t quite get a look at his face. Before I heard someone call from downstairs.
“Master Harry. Your father wants you for lunch.” Cynthia called. I rolled my eyes, and clicked my tv off. I stood up, stretched and opened the door to my room. I took a left out of my room, and hurried down the stairs. From the foyer I walked through the doors that sat beneath the second floor and between the staircases, through the doorway was the kitchen. Multiple large refrigerators and freezers stood to the right side along with large ovens and a stove top. To the left was the table. The table was short, when we ate just us the table sat about six people, when we extended it for company it could seat double that amount. Lance sat at the head of the table, and my mother sat across from me. My mother had a pretty quiet personality she wouldn’t usually speak her mind which could be a good thing, but it was mostly a bad thing. She was only about five foot eight and had long dirty blond hair. She didn’t go out much except to buy groceries and occasionally dinner with friends or double dates with Lance.
“So.” My father muttered between bites of his chicken. “How are your studies?” That’s all my father ever talked about ‘be a scientist like your old man’ or ‘be a business man and get rich like I did’
“Good.” I said quietly. Lance swallowed his bite of food and waited for more, when he realized I was finished he took another bite.
“And baseball?” He asked.
“First in the state.” I muttered, pushing my food around the plate.
“Excellent.” Lance said. He pointed his fork toward me “ya know” he swallowed, “I remember my college years! Always practicing for the football team, I was the starting quarter back ya know” of course we knew you told this story twenty four seven. “And one night, before our big game me and the team got so plastered-“
“You all woke up with headaches, naked in the girls locker room.” I finished. “Yes I know.” Lance nodded and glanced down at his plate.
“Good meal Lynn.” He said to my mother.
“Thank you!” She said cheerfully. “Harry, sweetie, you’re not touching yours.” She said.
“What’s the matter ya don’t like it?” Lance asked. I looked up at him, then turned to my mom.
“It’s excellent, I’m just going out in a little bit and I’m not sure of they’ll have food there.” I said.
“Well that’s ok!” My mom said standing up and walking over to a pantry. She opened it and grabbed a plastic container, and set it by me “whatever you don’t want you can put in here and if they don’t have food you can just eat when you get home.” My mother said.
“Oh don’t coddle the boy!” Lance yelled. “If he’s not hungry don’t feed him. If he doesn’t want your food he doesn’t get it.”
“It’s not that-“ I started
“You’re probably going to hang out with that filthy mutt again.” Lance said rolling his eyes. The room was silent. I stood up quietly and moved out of the kitchen, not breaking eye contact with Lance. As I exited the kitchen I turned left, entering another doorway which Led to a laundry room, I opened the door on the other side of that and entered Lances garage. He had dozens of expensive cars lined up but at the far right end of the garage was his prized possesion, his 1300cc Hayabusa. A motorcycle made by Suzuki. It was a fire engine red color with white detailing on it. The tire rims were a dark red. I walked over to it. He always leaves the keys in the ignition for whatever reason so taking this would be simple. I got on, put on the black helmet that sat on it, and pressed a button on the key that opened the garage doors. I turned on the bike and revved it’s engine. Before taking off I flipped my phone open. I scrolled to Luke’s name and texted him to meet me at the batting cages on campus. I flipped the phone shit, rose the kickstand and twisted the throttle, speeding out of the garage...
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