The Aftermath

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I stood on the rocky mountains, staring at the barely lit up city of Natorro. This has certainly become my favorite spot after waking up to this world two weeks ago. "This is still my home world technically," I thought to myself.

I just stood there, letting the small breeze of air flow through my moderately long black hair that I do not really keep care much of. I watched the sun peeking its way up in the sky like the stalker it is to disturb our sleep. It was just beautiful to see it every once in a while, since I never really liked to be an early bird. The heat from the sun hugs me so softly and warmingly; one can say that they are hugging another person with immense body heat. Soon, the sun shows its whole body to us; hinting that we should wake up to give the day its undivided attention.

I am way ahead of everyone else in this city to be awake to see and breathe the morning scent. This was one of those days where I dedicated myself to wake up at three o clock in the morning to watch the sun. Just like my mother use to do for college purposes.

I decided to start walking backwards, so I can be out of view from unnecessary early birds with a loud chirp to wake everyone up. Once I was in the shadows of the mountain, I raised my arm and hands up to chest level and summoned my ArcBlade.

As a Gifted, I now possessed many feats of magic and extraordinary powers that bends reality a little bit too much unrealistic for life. It is a gift and a burden for me to have, but I have to keep reminding myself the reason why I choose to take this path. Gazing at the faintly grey colored sword that I have been holding horizontally, I broke that daze and pointed the sword right in front of me. A small speck of light appeared from it and shot out a thin beam of light to the center of the area I am in and opened up a portal.

The nice thing about my powers is that I am able to manipulate any type of mater, magic, powers, spells, weapons, and individuals from all sorts of fiction. I am capable to be energetic without having to sleep or eat as much as a regular human being. The only set back that I am experiencing is the ability to summon famous characters from TV shows and movies. This summoning process is arduous and requires a lot of training to do, since it requires a lot of energy for me to use and be left tired to let the summoning be my relied support. Another setback that I can experience is getting my aura to break, but this will only happens when I get damaged too much to the point where I am left vulnerable to get killed. It is possible for a supernatural being like me to die as having powers does not make me invincible. 

When I obtain this power, my physical body stayed the same as slender and thin to the bone. I do have the ability to activate a protective aura and super strength as a default; yet, I look at myself in the mirror with disappointment and hatred for the way I look and will forever look for the rest of eternity. "Your doing it again," I mentally criticize myself. I looked up to the portal, unsummoning my ArcBlade, and proceeded to go through it.

On the other side of the portal, I was back at home. The dark orange walls, brown leather furniture, the 6 foot TV screen placed to my left, the beige colored carpet below my feet, and the smell of cinnamon filled the house. This scent was my mother's favorite and I intend to keep it like that. I lingered there for a while and decided to walk to my room. Past the small dining and kitchen area and through the small hallway and to the right is my notorious green wall room. The entire house is decently big and cozy for a family of four or three, but know I am the only one left to keep it company.

Inside my room, I just looked around to see a small book shelf, one small and one big drawer, one queen sized bed placed at the corner across the door and in between the wall and window, a plain beige closet right next to the small book shelf across from the window and bed, then there was the huge wardrobe shelf hybrid on my left and directly next to the entrance to my room.

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