Dragon Eyes Guardians Of The Sacred Gear

🌈 Chapter One 🌈

Wednesday, March 28, 2018

Remnants of rain fluttered, and the air smelt nothing like its brethren. There was an uneasy flow. The Nineteen-year-old pulled his hoodie closer; the walk to his homeboy's house felt longer for some reason; Yelp! He sounded from his lip as music blasted through his air pods. He shook his head while slipping the phone from his back pocket, saying, Hey, what up, brother as he scanned around, looking at nothing but everything; simultaneously, a shiver ran through his stomach, the mood more unsettled. The nineteen-year-old hustled his steps as the hairs at the back of his neck stood on end; what's this feeling? He whispered more to himself than the person at the other end of his phone.

Playing it off, the Nineteen-year-old cracks a few jokes with his homie as the rain picks up; its nothing he can't handle; crossing over to Moss Street, he ends the call, and right as the music comes through, another shiver runs his body cold, and the brightest lightning flashed hurting his eyes, just another twenty. The Nineteen-year-old told himself, pulling the hoodie even closer than before; he wasn't the man who got scared. Shit, the boy has played in the streets of Reading since he was a child, and after all, it's just lightning, fogging hell, the Nineteen-year-old cursed as a vintage Ford jeep bellowed its horn for the second time stopping the boy's steps.

Reading Pennsylvania was where everyone told Ashton was behind God's back in the middle of nowhere, and maybe they were right. Still, Ashton needed a change from the Big Apple itself, and Months before graduation, he found out his best friends had retained internships at companies they wanted to work for after college. At the same time, he had no idea what he wanted to do with his own life; the thing was, Ashton had a lot to pursue, and he had the G.P.A to make it happen; any college would love to have him, but the boy's a procrastinator or maybe just lost.

Now back to the 5ft 7in brown skin redhead with celestial freckles and flaming Dragon Tattoo, eyes a mixture of green with red flakes surrounding his outer Iris, and why he chose Reading, Pennsylvania, out of every substrate to find his quiet place.

A broken laundry basket and a couple of tattered blankets outside Saint Marys Church; amid the cold rain, the blaring siren so loud it muffled the cries of the baby wrapped in yellow blankets; green eyes spilled sad ice drops; it's his birthday today March the 28, 2005 but nobody cared. He was on his own already, and his life had just started; yeah, what a way to make an entrance.

Ashton! Stop running. You're going to fall and make yourself a mess. Sister Jean would have my head for letting you run around like a manic a head of red curls popped out from behind the archangel statue carrying butterfly giggles behind, making Sister Nancy roll her eyes as she smiled, her eyes shining with mischief plotting against the little redhead, Oh, my Mother Mary where could Ashton be can't find him anywhere Sister Nancy cried out wailing causing the four-year-old to panic. He hated when others cried, so with no choice. Ashton screamed, Boo jumping onto Sister Nancy's back and saying I'm not lost, Sister; she couldn't help staring into Ashton's green-red flake eyes. Something about those eyes called to her soul repeatedly; add the four-year-old caring nature. Sister Nancy knew Ashton would make waves.

Ash watched as the last girl, who had been his best friend since the age of four, packed up the remaining trinkets from her dresser, finalizing the one thing he had a hatred for "Leaving! Rain screaming outside had made everything worse, the day also being his 13th birthday, but nobody cared once again. When Ashton understood the meaning of birthdays and his life, he understood that whenever March 28 came around, someone close to his heart would leave. This year 2018, was no different cause Kim was going just like Sister Nancy did two birthdays ago least Kim saying her goodbyes, unlike Sister Nancy.

The rest of Ashton's day went by uneventfully, as always. Well, that's a lie; he had dish duty. As the clock chimed 5 O'clock, a sluggish Ashton walked into the kitchen, stopping at the counter and popping a few cherries into his mouth as he sighed what felt like the hundredth time since the whole Kim packing her shit to leave affair, for some reason the rain made his scar burn. Still, the boy had dish duty; he couldn't dwell on his burning back. So as another sigh whispered out, Ashton pulled his rubber gloves on and started scrubbing from pots and pans to delicately washing plates and a few glasses; humming a tune, Ashton walked towards the checkered-covered table carrying a stack of salad plates. He lets out an unmanly scream as pieces of plate scatter everywhere. Fudging hell Ash manages right as another murderous flash of lightning with thunder covers the whole house causing the lights to flicker.