The Forsaken Volumes: Realization

The Forsaken Volumes:
Realization

Prologue:
Fire, Shouting, Everywhere. Someone’s banging on our door now. My parents have finished hiding us. “Stay here,” They say. The double doors fly off their hinges. Men in Magicproof armor file in. Our parents defend themselves but to no avail. They fall, amongst the spellfire. The killers search the house, but find nothing. “Move out,” their leader says. Thankfully, they don’t find me, and my 29 brothers and sisters. Or did they care? They seemed not to care about anything but our parents. We all rush out to our mother and fathers bodies, but we’re too late. They’re dead. And I know just who to blame.
“Veridiaaaaaaaaaaan!!!!!!!!!!!!” I scream into the night sky. I saw the whole thing. A fiery red and grey dragon slaughtered our parents. My once innocent blue eyes turn red after witnessing the murder. ‘So this is what happens to us after we see death. Did anyone else see it?’ I looked around. Only my twin did. But it was through my eyes, so only I will forever bear the Curse of the Dark.
My name is Antonio Shinigami Di Illusian.
This is my story.

I wake in a cold sweat. I’ve been having this dream for weeks now. My twin, Doren is saying something, but I can’t understand. The words slowly fade in.
“Tony, hey Tony, wake up, please wake up, come on!!!”
“Wha-?” Rrrrrrgh!!! It’s so frustrating when I can’t communicate.
“Oh good, your awake. What happened back there, you were practically screaming! Was it the dream?” *sigh* My twin is so excitable some times.
“Yeah, it was the dream.”
“Was it more vivid? It must have been you’ve never cried out durin-“
“Doren. Calm down. I’m fine. It was just a dream.” ‘A very familiar one, but a dream, nonetheless.’ I thought.

The next day was our first day at a new school.
“Shadow Ridge High, huh?”
“Its supposed to have a good rep.” my younger brother Faloden cut in.
We walked in the front gate to a court yard. There were 30 of us in all, 16 boys, 14 girls, all Goths. All conversation stopped. They were obviously sizing us up. We (the guys) were very tall, me the tallest at 7’ 3”. We’re also all very muscular, to the point that we could be body builders. The girls, however, are a little taller than average, at about 5’9”.

A group of jocks approached us like they owned the school. By student standards they probably did. “What’s with the group here?” Their leader said.
“Group? We’re Siblings.”
“Someone’s been busy.”
That single remark set me on edge.
“Would you like to repeat that last little comment for me?” I clenched my fist. I would harm no one, until they insulted my family.
“I said, someone’s been bu-”
In seconds, they were hog tied, beaten, and bloody on the ground.
“H-hey, Tony? Wasn’t that a bit …I dunno… much?” Doren Asked.
“Nah, I warned them, and they asked for it.”

We had been separated for classes(*sniff*) but that was to be expected. We could make up one class if we wanted too (Plus, you DON’T want us in the same class. We got expelled from PRESCHOOL). Me, Faloden, Doren, Trinity, Alexia, and Anastasia(Ana) had all classes with each other. We had other siblings as well but not consistently. My first class was calculus…shoot. We all had this as our math class. We were all hoping for Algebra. We all let out a collective groan.
“Why, WHY!!!!!!! Did we really get that good of grades at our other school?”
“Yes, Doren, we did, apparently. We never looked at our report cards. We never felt the need to. Mom never got on us about grades though, so I don’t see the problem. Let’s get to class.”

Our teacher was a pompous old Grandpa, Mr. Cording.
“Well! We have some new students today. Would you like to stand up and introduce yourselves?” He announced.
“Ummm, we would, but I don’t know if we’d be able to sit down again.”
His raucous laughter filled the room, the students eventually joining in.
“Bit of a joker, now are we? The girls, at least have to stand up.”
I began to introduce myself from my seat.
“I’m Antonio Giovanni Di Angelo, 17. Call me Tony.”
“Ah! Italian, Are we?”
“Actually, no. We’re Caucasian.”
“Oh.” He seemed kind of bummed out.
“Doren Ramiro Di Angelo, 17, Tony’s Twin.”
“Faloden Marcellus Di Angelo, 17.”
“Trinity Idania Di Angelo, 17.
“Alexia Fortuna Di Angelo, 16 and three quarters.”
“Anastasia Mahalia Di Angelo, 16 and one half. Call me Ana.”
After the introductions, my twin and I were passing notes. We made the joke that Mr. Cording would make even DETENTION sound fun. Some how, he would find a way. We made some others, most about the size of the teachers gut. It looked like he had swallowed a baby elephant when he was younger. Good thing we didn’t crack up laughing or Mr. Cording might have asked us if we had anything to share with the class. Well, guess what. We did.
“Antonio? Doren? Is there anything you would like to share?” As soon as he started to walk towards us, I hid the paper.
‘Thank you lord, for my amazing luck!!!!’ I thought.
“No, nothing at all…HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!” I erupted into laughter once more.
“Humph.” He said and waddled, yes WADDELED away. This did not help my chronic laughing disorder that I had recently acquired. I did not breathe for the next 20 minutes.

The next class we had was Japanese. We really liked languages, so this would be interesting. A student directed us to the class, but before we left, he advised asking her age.
“Hmmm…Sure, I’ll try to remember.” I replied back.
As we arrived the teacher, Miss Kurenai, walked up to us.
“Welcome to Shadow Ridge! I will be your Japanese teacher for the year. I am Miss Amaya Kurenai. Oh and, FYI, I’m 16.” She finished shrewdly.
All of a sudden, I had an explosion of pain in my stomach.
“AAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!” Everything went black.
“Tony, tony, hey bro, you ok?”
“W-what happened?” I asked shakily.
“You fainted, Tony. You’re in the nurse’s office.” Miss Kurenai said.
Sure enough, they had laid me on one of the beds (miraculously, I fit), removed my shirt, and the nurse was currently checking every inch of my upper body.
“I don’t know what happened but I suggest you take it easy today.”
"As in, Go home?" I inquired.
"I suggest you do, but what ever makes you feel comfortable."
"Ok, i'll try to be back tomorrow."