In ancient times, long before human ambition would rule the earth.
When humanity lived in harmony with nature. traditions were remembered by ancestors, and gods recognized.
A great and ancient power was sealed.
A power that could not be controlled neither by forces of good nor by forces of evil.
Hundreds of years of wars and conflicts have passed to obtain it.
All without success.
Forgotten by all and existing in the memory of a few, only as a mere legend in a sea of myths.
In this new era full of technology and information, that great power
wait to be released by a new generation.
"... Sometimes the devil deceives us with the truth, and brings us downfall in gifts that seem innocent ..."
A school afternoon in early summer.
Just a few days before the start of the holidays.
The crowded streets are bathed in the rays of the sun and the heat floods every corner of the city. even the slightest gust is a respite for the body.
Large buildings with air-conditioned tents are the haven of many, while the streets are hell for others.
The truth is that for typical high school students even with the air conditioning turned to maximum the classroom seems like hell.
What's more, they have a final exam the next day so stress is in the air.
And with the holidays so close, very few pay attention to what's left of the class.
Most are focused on how to spend their last moments of fun before facing college entrance exams.
In the last row of the classroom and not very close to the window lies a guy sleeping peacefully.
Everything about him indicates relaxation, from his position on the desk with his arm practically dangling, to the book trying to cover the scene.
Heavy footsteps can be heard walking towards the sleeping guy's desk.
"Young Leonhardt, are you with us in class?"
The question comes from classroom tutor Joshua Shaw. A man with dark blond hair, styled with a pronounced part to the right, and glasses that look like bottles from the last century.
It should be noted that his presence is as neat as his character, having his suit jacket well pressed and perfectly buttoned.
"Mmm? Grandpa? shhh! five more minutes, I'm sleepy and it's hot ”
The class goes completely silent when they hear those words, some even try to hold back laughter.
"Grandpa ... did you say ?!"
Joshua is heard whispering indignantly under his breath.
He despite looking somewhat older for being extremely orderly and with an outfit that does not help him.
Joshua, the classroom tutor, is not yet in his thirties, in fact he is only twenty-seven, and being called grandpa was an unforgivable blow from his point of view.
His brow furrowed quite a bit and his gaze focused on the sleeping guy in front of him. Professor Joshua lies almost on the brink of collapse, his ears slightly red.
“Hey… you better wake up. the professor looks really angry now!
Zeke, a young guy with blonde hair and a bit tousled, said from the other seat at the desk.
One might think when looking at him that he is the typical tough guy that nobody wants to mess with. His intense gaze could surprise even the most violent of criminals.
“What's wrong Zeke…? is it time to go home ...? "
Luka's green eyes slowly open, a trait that he apparently inherited from his grandmother who is Irish in addition to the color of his hair, something that his father has very little.
However, all the relaxation in his gaze faded the moment he looked up.
"I did nothing!"
Luka exclaimed raising his arms in a sign of peace.
Zeke, his desk companion and best friend, only managed to hit his forehead with the palm of his hand.
"Yes, that's right, we all know that you haven't done anything in the whole class"
Professor Shaw replied sarcastically.
The look he had could freeze hell itself but for Luka, the laid-back boy who sleeps in class, it's just one more day in his routine life.
"It may be your last year, but watch your behavior please"
He looked up at the class and blurted out those words though, of course, his gaze didn't move from Luka.
"Especially you" said Joshua pointing to Luka with the pen in his hand "think a little about your future, please do not embarrass your father more"
The last words Professor Shaw said were clearly directed at Luka and went deep into his heart.
His father is the image of perfection as is his mother, what many would call the perfect family.
Everyone except Luka, who has always lived in the shadows of expectations.
Luka whispered with a serious look in response to the professor moments before the bell that indicated the end of the day would ring.
As soon as the teacher leaves the classroom, everyone begins to leave almost in a hurry, well, you cannot blame them, it is a hot day after all, and you can already feel the relaxation of the holidays.
"He didn't have to mention my old man!"
Luka exclaimed as soon as Professor Shaw left the room, ruffling his reddish hair in frustration.
Luka was never a model student, something that never ceased to amaze those who knew his parents.
Most of those who knew him for the first time arrived loaded with expectations to meet the son of such a brilliant architect or the son of a skilled doctor, but that expectation quickly turned to disappointment since Luka did not represent what others wanted to see.
After all, Luka has always liked to take things at his own pace.
Not caring what others will say about him for not being as outstanding as his parents, and living as he prefers, something that his grandfather taught him since he was little.
Once the room begins to be empty, they begin to listen to the small talks among those who still remain.
"You come to my house? I bought a new game and there will be no one until the evening ”said a guy who looked like the star of the soccer team
"Sure, although you sure don't invite me for the game!" his desk colleague answered him.
The pair of guys seemed so friendly, so much so that anyone could make a lgbt romance novel about the pair in a bawdy scene and they wouldn't be wrong.
That pair of "friends" had been dating since an incident a few weeks ago, although that's another story.
On the other side of the classroom a couple of girls were talking about going to the new cafeteria near the station.
While a loving couple planned to go out there.
"Hey! Zeke, my great friend! "
Luka asks with a wide smile
"You took notes right? would you mind lending them to me? "
To which Zeke gives a "I knew it" look, after all Luka always falls asleep when he gets to the classroom so he's among the worst in the class, while Zeke is in the top five.
Something that for many does not go with the appearance of him, so much so that most think that he has threatened the teachers.
If they knew that Zeke always stays up studying formulas before exams, most would not believe it.
"It doesn't bother me, but I don't think you understand them, I wrote in ... a hurry"
Zeke said wiggling his fingers along with an attempted smile. smile that could kill from a heart attack to death itself.
"Come on man! they can't be that bad "
A few moments later ...
Luka's gaze goes from confident and relaxed to stressed and distraught.
Besides being quite confused, as if he was trying to translate an extinct language.
"I'm sorry I don't understand anything, surely you didn't write it in Aramaic or something like that"
Luka says putting the notebook on the desk with resignation.
Zeke's handwriting was worthy of the best translators, it was at the level of complexity of a doctor's handwriting of the Sumerian era.
The calligraphy was truly unique in many ways and not in the best of ways, so there were times when even Zeke could not understand it.
The only good thing was the order in which he kept them.
"Hey! it was you who asked me! "
Zeke answered quite indignant.
"How rude coming from someone who didn't even open his book"
Zeke is somewhat proud and as much as he knows that his handwriting is "unique", he does not like that his best friend, who only sleeps in class and does not even remove the plastic from his books, is say it.
“You translate them at Grandpa's house! Let's go! The program is about to start! Today is the end of the season! "
Luka exclaims, keeping his things in a hurry inside his backpack
"That was your plan from the beginning, wasn't it?" Zeke intervenes robotically "if you're still recording it, you can see it at night"
"A recording is not the same!" Luka affirmed seriously “also I go to work at 5 pm and I want to have fun for a while.
The two boys stared at each other for less than a minute.
"Please ... yes, Zeke?"
Luka made the eyes of a sad puppy and it would even seem that he was wagging his tail from one side to the other.
After all, when Luka found something that interested him he wouldn't stop until he finished it.
Even if that meant spending all night catching up on episodes of a series he's hooked on, without studying for a test.
Zeke replied with a loud sigh.
Already in the corridors of the school while walking through the empty classrooms Luka opens his mouth near the exit