The moon rested high amongst the stars, its rays carving a winding path on the ocean's sapphire like surface.
Leon remember being there. The scent of sea spray heavy on his nose and the sound of waves crashing on the rocks echoing loudly in my ears. Those sensations always brought him back to this place.
But, it wasn't a welcomed memory, nor were the sights that came with it.
Blood staining the once white sands in a mix of large pools and splatters, his friends—mouths wide and sporting numerous holes due to missing teeth—wailing as they knelt before the clawed, throatless bodies of their parents and the women with fish-like appearances who cruelly smirked at their predicament from the waters edge.
Leon was among them, jaw hung low as nothing but silent screams escaped him while he knelt beside his father—who seemed to have taken the brunt of the attack in order to protect his mother. Fat tears rolled down his cheeks, coalescing with a mix of mucus and spit as he watched one of the women step toward him.
For a moment, her smirk of shark-like teeth pulled itself into a kind grin.
But just as quickly as it came, it disappeared.
"Don't worry," She cooed, raising her bloody, claw tipped hand. "You'll join them soon enough!"
With a shriek that rattled Leon to the very core, she leapt forward, her fellow killers not too far behind.
At that moment, adrenaline began to pulse through his body. But instead of feeling a burst of energy that had his heart hammering against his ribs or gave him a boost in strength, Leon instead felt an odd sensation radiating from the edge of his very senses.
Huh that’s weird He thought, feeling the sensation grow with each passing second.
Time seemed to slow to a snails pace as a voice somewhere deep within his mind began to speak.
Force this sensation outward! It cried Use it to fight back!
At first, Leon mulled over the voices words—as he’d learned from his mother that it wasn’t a healthy thing to listen to the voices in ones head—but he noticed how close the woman had gotten and decided it couldn’t hurt to listen if it meant she’d be as far away from him as possible.
Without any hesitation, he did as the voice instructed, watching in awe as a thin tendril of ocean water arose and formed itself into a chain. It was quick to latch itself onto the closest woman’s neck and pull back with a loud crack. She fell limply onto the sand.
The second and third—who was quite close to him by this point—were quick to join her as a mix of fire, earth and oddly enough visible gusts of air hit them from every angle.
Leon looked to his friends, a tired smile on his face as he watched the different elements dance around them.
"They must’ve heard a voice too,” He muttered as he felt himself growing lightheaded. "They have powers like me...that’s so cool."
But before he could question or even go to them, Leon felt himself falling onto the sand as everything went black.
—/—
Leon awoke with a gasp, a hand clenching his pajama top where his heart was meant to be as he trembled from head to toe. Sweat dotted his brow as he wildly looked about his room for any signs of an attack or the women that caused it. Blood didn’t stain the royal blue walls or the wooden floors nor was there any waves lapping at white sand or fish women hiding in the shadows of the bookshelf and desk.
He breathed a sigh of relief as he forced himself down before flopping back onto his mattress.
"It was just a dream, Leon," He told himself. "Just a stupidly real dream."
Turning on to his side, he looked to the clock on his bedside table. It’s neon red letters read twelve sixteen. Leon groaned. He’d slept until noon again.
Muttering a curse, he groggily sat up and freed his legs from the pewter gray sheets with a kick. Light yet satisfying pops filled the air as he stretched his arms high above his head and arched his back. With a hum he padded out of his room and down the hall.
With a click, the bathrooms burgundy walls were bathed in the white glow of the fluorescent bulbs overhead. Another yawn escaped Leon as he looked in the mirror.
Sky-like eyes that shown all the more brighter thanks to his clear, pale skin were reflected back at him.
Blue like dad's He thought as he ran a hand through his hair. It was long and feathered and reached between his shoulder blades. And black like mom's
A sigh escaped him as he turned the tap, allowing cool water to run between his fingers before splashing it on to his face.
"I really hope there's some bacon left." Leon muttered, looking to his reflection once again.
[Book One]
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