"My lady, are you sure about this? That thing you're trying to free is something that should remain locked up, no matter what," Willeim, Seraphina's servant warned her about setting the calamity that has been locked up since the beginning of its existence.
"This thing is the only thing that will stop them, Willeim. They didn't just betray my father; they also destroyed his legacy one by one, and I can't just stand here doing anything now that my mother's precious gift is in danger. I am willing to sacrifice. I'll manage it myself. Tell Elohim that I'm ready."
"My lady-"
"Please, just do it. I need to fight back this time."
Willeim is unsure. Elohim might be great in building and designing, but no one knows if he can contain the calamity.
Meanwhile….
Meet Marcus, a teenager who faces constant bullying from his family. Unlike his older and younger brothers, he's not healthy and does not even excel in his own class. He was a sickly kid, a mistaken son, his parents often tell him. Sometimes his parents will shame him in front of their family, aunts, uncles, and cousins, even the extended family.
Not only is he just an ordinary boy, but he is powerless. He does not quite understand Earth now from his own point of view. According to some books he found locked in a room in their school, Earth is a normal planet. The thing everyone called the mana tree is never mentioned there. And it sounds like a better place than now.
The Earth now revolves around the Mana Tree, the source of everyone's power. People don't care about weather or death, causing illness. Why will they need to worry when there are healers and the pay is way cheaper than being hospitalized?
As for him, his parents never bother trying to let healers heal his health. Why would they do that if they brand him as a nuisance?
Marcus wakes up every morning with a heavy heart and is reluctant. His bullies will target him again. His everyday life is always in a never-ending hell.
Heaving a sigh, Marcus forces himself to get up. If he doesn't wake up early, his father will beat him up.
Before seven in the morning, Marcus had already prepared and left their house. It is not usual to leave the house without eating breakfast, but Marcus chooses to starve rather than hear his parents' hurtful words, words that even dogs can't eat.
He was already sixteen, and yet, he never really had any good friends. They treated him as an oddity in a new age of Earth.
Marcus was a human. No special about him, just a human. A human who knew that every single day, month, or year was a living hell for him. Plain and simple. In the new age of the world, if you don't have power, you're trash. And that was Marcus, always being treated like garbage by every single person he came across.
It doesn't matter if they were his parents or someone that didn't even know him, they all just considered me as worthless or insignificant.
On his way to school, he came across a familiar group of delinquents who also attended there. They called their group the Elemental Kings since they have the power of the elements. They were Marcus' number one tormentor, his ultimate nemesis. He decided to stay away from trouble today. His body was still aching from last night's beating from his older brother. The bruises and wounds were still there. The dark purple black eye he got from that beating was swollen. Chance's punches were too much, considering he's in the physical power category. If his grandfather wasn't there, he probably died.
"Well, well. If it isn't Marcus Smith. How are you doing, walking, punching bag? I see, Chance left you a little mark ?" One of the boys sneered at him.
The boy who just spoke to Marcus was Jeffrey Blake. He was a sophomore at his school, and he was also the guy who bullied him a lot.
He had short blond hair and wore a ripped-up denim jacket and pants. He's a fire mage-type Elementalist. The other guys with him were his friends. Mages too, water, wind, frost and earth. Bottom line, they helped Jeffrey beat the crap out of him.
Marcus chose to keep quiet. He was tired and his face was aching.
"What? Got nothing to say?"
And without any warning, he punched Marcus in the face.
Marcus screamed. The pain he was already enduring intensified and made even breathing difficult. His asthma was kicking in.
After his fist collided with his face, Marcus fell to the ground. While he was lying there spitting out some blood, the elemental kings started kicking him, mercilessly.
As they were hurting him, they all laughed and insulted him. Calling me a loser, a wimp, and that he was a disgrace as a human.
This went on and on until a teacher was notified. After that, they stopped kicking him and walked away, but not before some of them spat on his face and or gave one last kick.
Marcus started to cry as he attempted to pick himself up. It wasn't easy after the beating he got. He swayed a beat and steadied himself, but everything around him started to spin. Although he managed to get up, his body was pretty banged up, so he almost collapsed again.
While he was struggling to keep himself balanced, everyone else kept walking past me without even glancing.
None of them even tried to help him, not even when Jeff and the others were beating the crap out of him. They all just kept walking and minding their own business, after all, he was a freak.
Marcus thought of killing himself a couple of times to end his pain, but he never did. He wanted to survive. He kept pushing on. He had no real reason for enduring all that crap, but he just kept struggling forward. But he knew all the emotions he had once in him were now dead. He was a hollow shell, walking aimlessly towards something he didn't know.
In his one attempt to walk straight, Marcus collapsed, and this time, the darkness had taken over his battered, bruised body and had reached its limit…