bChapter One/b: Silhouette

bAuthor's Note/b: Taking a break from LVH: Dreams, since I can't seem to get the thoughts organized. Instead, new thoughts have come in and this would be more of a fantasy/sci-fi idea. They way it's been planned out in my head, I really think It could take off as a hit.

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"You have a new assignment," Daniel Pelligri slid the folder down the table, "It's simple, just make sure he comes back with you."

The headmaster leaned back in his chair, the room lacked light except where the door was. Daniel yawned; he was still in his youth. His eyes were a deep azure while his hair was a dirt brown. He was fairly eating up the teenager before him with his eyes.

"Another one for your lunatic project," the late teen said smirking, "I sometimes wonder if you guys ever think of us more than puppets."

"We didn't train you to wonder," said a man in the back. He was old, beginning to bald actually. The statement startled the teenager. The man's features could barely be seen, but Eliwood could now shape out the figure in the dark.

"Ah. Former Headmaster Fendrix, it's always a pleasure," spat the teen.

"That will be all Eliwood," Daniel intervened, "I want him back here in a day. Even you can do that, can't you? If you don't, your pay will be deducted."

Eliwood smiled before walking out of the room. Daniel stood up and opened his window blinds. The sun was just making its rise. The room lit up into a burst of orange and red hues. The blinds closed. The room went dark again.

"Are you sure we can trust that boy?" Fendrix asked in concern, "The committee respects your actions, especially since you are the youngest headmaster, but was that-"

"Let's get one thing straight Fendrix," Daniel barked, "I have nothing but respect for you, since you were my headmaster when I was a student here. Things have changed, you retired and I took your place."

"Yes I understand but-"

"Let me finish. Regardless that you may be the former headmaster, you were given no right to speak during my meeting with Eliwood. I allowed you to observe him. And regardless that he is a dimwitted punk; he is the top of the Seisen Squad. It was my decision to entrust him with the duty of picking up our next target. Do not question my decisions again."

The old man was baffled by Daniel. A blinding rage started to build, but Fendrix held his tongue. It was true, he was the former headmaster but he is hitting his old years. By regulation, he was forced to give up his title as headmaster. He did so with pride since it showed his great qualities, but he never expected that a minor of age twenty-four would lecture him.

It was when he noticed that Daniel wasn't even looking at him when he said this that sent him off.

"How dare you speak to me in that manner?"

"I will do as I please," Daniel shouted, "I will not have you causing any damage to my reputation as a headmaster here at Silhouette. I will ask you nicely once to leave my office, or I will force you out directly."

Again, he felt struck by the twenty-four year old. He stared at Daniel in the eyes, took a deep breathe, and barged out the door.

"The committee will hear of this outrage," Fendrix shouted while he walked, "I will inform them directly that you are putting the project into risk! How dare you give a pompous little brat such an important task? HOW DARE YOU!?"

He slammed the doors shut as he left. Daniel once again opened his blinds and watched the sun's rise. Placing his hand upon the glass, he became lost. There's more to this Project then they're letting me know. What could they possibly try to obtain from it?

***

"Ever since he became headmaster, he's never been the same," Eliwood sighed descending in the elevator, "It's sad. I wonder if he knows why I'm such a hard ass on him."

The youth stood, looking at the number. It just hit 120, which meant a few more minutes before hitting ground. Eliwood soon leant against a wall and opened the folder. Inside there was a photo of a seventeen year old. He was sure that the boy was Anglo-Saxon - blonde hair, blue eyes - no doubt about it. He sighed again closing the folder.

"It's a shame he'll only be seen as a lab rat. I really disagree with the TCS Committee," Eliwood eyed the floor number, 76, "Sovereigns. The ultimate term in the 'Project' I don't understand why they'd want to revive the forbidden magi. Surely they heard about the incident fifteen years ago."

He continued his thought until the elevator stopped. He grasped the folder tightly as he walked into the lobby. The various Silhouette students conversed with one another, completely oblivious to everything else. Eliwood smiled at this, he was once one of those kids. But that smile ended quickly, he knew he was never going to be one of those kids. Not now that he was co-captain of the Seisen Squad.

Walking out of the lobby, he could still hear the girls whispering about him. He wasn't surprised; he was one of Silhouette's best students, had the looks of a model, and was often written about in the school's newspaper. Still, he never liked it. Eliwood was never good at receiving attention, mainly because he never wanted it to begin with.

Where does this boy live now? Eliwood opened the folder and quickly skimmed for an answer. New York, New York. This will be fun, I haven't been there for some time now.

***

The sound of an opening door filled the household as a woman rocked in her chair. She was drinking lemonade while watching the afternoon news. The sound of the door made her ears twitch as she kept her attention to the television.

"Tristan is that you dear?" she said as loud as she could. Her once voice of beauty was now fading. The features of her youth no longer were with her. Her hair was white as snow, and her skin began to pale. Her eyes that burned with passion were now frozen over.

"Yes mother," Tristan replied while taking his shoes off, "I just got home from school, did Dad get back yet?"

"No, not yet, you know how the office can be," getting up with her glass of lemonade, her legs trembled as they too were growing old. She started walking to him; it was only until she has halfway done did Tristan realize what she was doing. He rushed over, and held her hand as she walked.

"I could've gotten to you by myself,"

"Yes Mom, I know but the doctor says you should be taking it easy. You are getting around those years." Tristan replied. He helped seat her down and when he finished he walked by the mantle. He looked at a picture of his family.

His father stood on the right; he had black hair and dark brown eyes. He had a slight tan, and was fairly built. Next to him, was his wife standing tall with a radiant smile. She had dark brown hair with shimmering emeralds as eyes. Housewife was written all over her as her hand was placed on a little boy's shoulder - Tristan's shoulder. He stood in between then, smiling. He was missing his two front teeth during that picture and he looked goofy without them. His characteristics were so unlike his parents, which anyone could tell. But that, that didn't bother Tristan much; he was still raised like any other child.

"Curse my old bones," the Mother complained leaning back into her chair, "I hear your Father's car, go on and help him."

"Alright," he ran out bare-footed waving. His father stepped out of the truck and motioned Tristan to get the things in the back.

"How's Mum?"

"She's doing alright, still doesn't like the fact that she's getting old," Tristan chuckled as he lifted a box up and began walking towards the house.

"Well that's your mom alright," Father replied with a chuckle, "When you're finished with that, go back to your homework."

"Yes dad," Tristan sighed now that the fact of homework hit him. He was like any other typical seventeen year old when it came to school and homework. He loved to go, but only to see his friends. He finished bringing in the boxes; Tristan didn't bother to ask what they were. Dad would never tell me anyway. He ran up the stairs and into his room, sat at his desk and sighed. Let's get this over with.