"I said... Get out of my way, Agra!" A young boy of sixteen years muttered while trying to push Agra out of the way.
But he maintained his ground, blocking the path that led to the upper section of the library, which contained spell books full of dark spells.
"No!" Agra spoke, clearly struggling with his words as there was just some strange, different about the tone of his voice as well as his behavioral pattern. "This is a restricted area. No one is allowed to enter without the elders' approval." He spoke, almost swallowing his own words.
"You brick head, get our of my way before I blust you to the clouds." He spoke while trying to force himself through.
But unsurprisingly, Agra placed both of his hands on the boy's chest and used all the strength he could gather to push him backwards, forcing him to lose balance and fall on his back
That's just it about Agra, when he has set his mind on something, nothing can make him change change no matter what. He knew he was a librarian, not by choice though, it was his fate as he originates from the god of knowledge bloodline, and it was his duty to keep and preserve knowledge in the FirstWorld. This meant that he had to control the type, or kind of knowledge that goes to a particular set of medleys, and if some knowledge were never just meant for you, they were just never meant for you.
But certainly, his strictness and behavior has landed him to deep sh*t, not just once or twice.
But then, it isn't by choice that he's like this, yes, he is a medley, a race next to a god, but he still suffers from a human condition, which is kind of strange since medleys were ment to be strong with no sickness nor weakness, a warrior that could take down a dragon by just a single blow.
But you see, Agra exhibits a unique communication style and a behavioral pattern shaped by his autism spectrum disorder.
His speech tends to be direct, precise, and often lacks conventional social filters. He struggles with understanding sarcasm, metaphors, and implicit social cues, which can make his interactions seem blunt or overly literal. Additionally, he often maintains minimal eye contact and has a monotone or rigid vocal delivery, reflecting his difficulty with emotional expression in conversation.
(When I say Agra suffers from an autism spectrum disorder, I was picturing Dr. Murphy from the movie "The Good Doctor." That's Agra's general behavioral pattern and manner of speech)
"No! My head is not a brick, it's made of skull housing brain cells with different..."
"Youuuu!" The boy gritted his teeth in anger after being taken down that easily by a weekling like Agra.
How could he possibly live with such an embarrassment? A medley originating from the god of knowledge lineage of all to take him down?
No! That would be a total joke in the FirstWorld.
A medley is a race originated from a god and a human bloodline. They came to exist shortly after the Maker created the gods and placed them into the word they created first, known as the FirstWorld, and centered in the middle of all the universes.
But since they understood that creating the universes and everything within will take a toll at their energy, they decided to create the watchers, the ultimate beings who came to be known as the gods, to watch over their creation.
And as expected, they were completely worn out after the creation, and hence decided to rest to recuperate their energy, and left their creation over to the gods to watch over.
But with time, the gods were struck by lust, and some of them started bonding with mundanes, and hence the birth of medleys, who happened to inherit their godly parents powers and abilities known as the Fluxed Energy (FE), controlled by a special cell known as the Fluxed Cells(FC), that would awaken when a medley turns sixteen.
But it has been known, since from the beginning, that the Medleys originating from the god knowledge bloodline have always been the weakest of all when it comes to physically attributes.
That's the sold reason why they don't receive a thew, a natural tattoo mark that would naturally appeared at the medley's body, it can be anyway, and determines just how strong one is.
Those originating from the god of knowledge lineage don't have a thew because their FE is brain based. They are practically geniuses and would never be found at any battle grounds, as their field are always the libraries.
"I'm gonna kill you!!" The boy gritting his teeth in anger as his eyes flushed, full of murderous intent while staring at Agra.
With a fierce determination burning in his eyes, he clasped his hands together, channeling raw energy into the glowing brown orb between his palms. The swirling brown light pulsed wildly, crackling with untamed force as he lunged forward, closing the distance between them.
Agra barely had time to register the attack. His words still hung in the air, unfinished, as the beam erupted from boy's hand, an unstoppable force tearing through space.
The scorching light rushed toward him, too fast to evade, too sudden to counter. His muscles tensed as a fleeting thought raced through his mind
'This is going to hurt.' He thought while closing his eyes and readied himself to bear the pain.
And then...
Boom!
The impact ripped through his chest like a thunderclap, his body lifted and hurled backward with brutal force. Air fled his lungs as he collided against the door, the wood groaning under the sheer velocity of his landing, forcing a sharp, wet cough burst from his lips a crimson stain splattering onto the cold floor beneath him.
"You_broke_the_rule." Agra muttered, struggling to regain his breathings as he got to his one knee, and wiped the blood on the his lips using the back of his right hand
"No using of the FE in the library. No fighting in the library. No eating in the Library. Don't enter the restrictions areas in the library, Don't take the books out of the library without the permission." Agra recited.
Realizing what he had done and the punishment that may come after, the boy snapped out of his anger while looking around to see if anybody has witnessed what had just happened. And since the crowd gathering around wasn't that large, he decided to flee from the crime seen before the situation to escalated further.
"You! Stop!" Agra shouted while trying to get to his feet and stop him, but something else caught his attention.as he shifted his sight to the side
Just on his right, there was a strange book that didn't seem to have been there before.
It was a large, thick, hard-bound book, its weight an ominous presence in one's hands. The cover shimmered in a deep shadow-blue, as if the darkness itself had been pressed into its binding.
Centered on the front, an eerie emblem emerged—a skeletal claw, its bony fingers curled tightly around the haft of a wickedly curved scythe. The blade gleamed, a spectral silver that seemed to drink in the surrounding light. The claw, gnarled and ancient, bore cracks like veins of time, as though it had endured countless centuries of grasping, holding, and cutting through fate itself.
Its aura was unsettling, the kind of book that felt less like a mere object and more like something watching, waiting,its secrets longing to be unearthed.
"How did this get here." Agra muttered while looking around.
It wasn't like there was any bookshelves close that the book could have fallen from, no. It was more like the book had mysteriously appeared, or placed there.
Agra's natural instincts was to reach over to the book, pick it up and find a suitable place for it. But as he reached over, he noticed his bloody hand that forced him to stop just an inch above the book.
But he was already too close, and uncontrollably, a thick drop of blood escaped his hand and landed right on top of the book, and forcing untold wonders to unfold.
Suddenly, the skeletal claw at center of the book pulsed with an eerie glow. A deep shadow-blue aura coiled outward, spilling across the library like liquid dusk. The book trembled, then lifted into the air, hovering at Agra's eye level, as if scrutinizing him.
Agra staggered back, his breath shallow. The blue light bathed the library in a ghostly illumination, stretching shadows unnaturally long against the walls.
Then it convulsed. Its pages snapped open, rifling through themselves at an impossible speed. The scythe in the claw's grip shimmered, the silver edge gleaming with an ominous radiance, forcing Agra's heart to pound in his chest like a drum, his mind screaming at him to look away but his body certainly refused to obey.
The words on the pages twisted, shifting in an ancient script he had never seen before, yet each phrase pressed into his thoughts as if it had always been there, buried deep in his subconscious.
He could understand them somehow, something that was really strange to him.
As the book neared its final page, its form began to crumble, disintegrating into fine dust that flew right through Agra's body and entered him through the nose, mouth, ears and eyes.
This was accompanied by a wave of exhaustion crashing over him. His knees buckled, his vision blurred as he slowly started loosing his consciousness.
But before he was completely knocked out, he saw a dark black background screen with a crimson writings suddenly materializing right in front of his beautiful blue eyes.
[*****]
But overwhelmed by exhaustion, Agra passed out, unable to read a single word displayed right in front of him.