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Zakary was not a normal boy. His teachers knew it, but wouldnt say. His doctors knew it, but couldnt explain. It was obvious to anyone that looked at him, he was not by any stretch of the mind normal.
To begin with, there was his appearance. His hair looked like it had been tipped with blue and red, and it grew abnormally fast. Dye wouldnt stick to it, and its color was natural. Black, tipped red and blue, and abnormally long.
His doctors didnt know what to make of it.
In class, he always knew the correct answer, his work was always done... yet he never seemed to pay attention. He slept through every class, and read comics when he didnt sleep. He had no respect for authority.
His teachers didnt know how to deal with him.
Among his peers, he was feared, and awed. His strength, speed and reflexes made him the primary pick in many games, the rest of the children knew that whoever had him would win. Those that would pick on the younger immediately knew to leave him be, or they were found in the most astonishing places.
Outside, Zakary Drake was a force to be reckoned with.
But then he would return home.
Seyra Drake had been a beauty, smart, and caring to her family and friends. Darren Drake had done all he could for him family until the day he and his wife passed into the next world, leaving five year old Zakary behind with his Grandfather.
Grandpa D, Seyra's father, was considered a recluse, and many people would've doubted he existed had he not come for his young grandson.
Mysterious, rich, and definitely powerful, D had lived in the area the longest, and it was said that he'd been there since before there had been cities.
Zakary knew that this was probably true, though no one would believe him.
D was over fifty, but looked no older than a twenty year old. Zakary had seen no change in his grandfather in the years he lived with the man. When he was asked, he respond by telling Zakary to train.
Zakary was good at sports because if he wasnt, there was a large likelihood that
he would die. D started Zakary off early, and Zakary would learn later easily, with basic martial arts. Then they would train with weapons, traps, and other dangerous things, including explosives. they would do a form of Zen meditation, followed by a break for lunch.
As Zakary got older, he began to think his grandfather was preparing him for something.
He couldnt have been more right.
And eventually, he'd wish that he'd been so wrong...
 Azzy Rael · Mon Sep 20, 2010 @ 07:28am · 0 Comments |
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