Writer's Note: I live off of reviews, that tells me if anybody is reading my story. So if you read this, than can you please review it? Be as harsh as you need to, pointing out any errors or plot holes, I'm open to all criticism. You may review on chapter 1 to the newest chapter, it dosen't really matter to me. Thanks.
(10/27/06) I am editing the story chapter by chapter. It will all be fixed by the 8th, if I have as much homework as I did this week.
Part 1: A life turns upside down
"There are many legends taken from the Atlantic Scrolls, but one of the most prominent is the legend of the Twilight Crystal," an old man lectured while strolling in front of a Mongon-style (mongoloid, asian, more sepcifically, Japaneese) classroom, in front of uninterested teenagers. The old man, presumably a proffessor, took note of this. "The scrolls tell of a magical diamond that stood upright as tall as a man. It speak of an effect the crystal had on the people, but exactly what is still unclear. Anyways, eventually the Atlantic people were split into the Ten Ancient Tribes, but only one kept the crystal. They were known as the Alteris Tribe, who were the first to disappear according to the other tribe's scrolls. The Crystal was left behind, although. But it's location was unknown, even today all we have is this line from the Twilight Crystal Chronicle- 'In the heart of the barren land, where the greedy take from the Mother the beloved fluid made from bone that is wanted by many but needed by few is It's resting place'." The proffessor shut the book he was reading from. "Anyone care to guess where that might be? I'll be damned if you are right, but we can still have a jolly good time contemplating over it."
The clustrer of eleventh graders remained motionless. "Ah, Master Luke, since you seemed so interested in the lecture, why don't you take a whack at it?"
The old man was looking at an average height 17 year old boy, medium length (His grandfather would call the four-and-a-half-inch long hair a Hippie Haircut) brown hair with matching eyes and freckles. He was blankly looking out of the window, gnawing on a pen and watching an Airship lazily float by. His leg was tapping impatiently, a sign that he was in an ignorant state of bliss. He was covered in pants made of an unidentable fabric, a blue shirt, and a gray jacket that read Dragon, a brand name.
"Sir Saris?"
Suddenly, the boy snapped out of it. "I didn't do it!" he blurted, ripped out of a good daydream. Old fart, why can't you choose somebody else for once?
"I'm sorry, what was that?"
"Uhh... what?"
"I asked first."
"Customer is always right," Luke spouted, still feeling the effects from the four cups of Griga he'd had that morning.
"Ahh... may I ask once more?"
"Knock yourself out."
"Would you like to contemplate on where the Twilight Crystal may be hidden?"
Luke knew he had no choice, so he chose a location based on the sparse bits of the lecture that he had been competent during. "The… uhh, the wasteland?"
"The wasteland? What makes you think that?"
"I don't know, you asked."
"Very well, then."
Right then, the end bell rang throughout the school, and if you blinked, you'd miss the students shooting out of the class room. As Luke walked to his locker, he glanced at the snow outside. How he wished he was out there, having fun with his friends, but no, education is important, or at least that is what his parents always said. He grabbed his chemistry book and went to his last class. As he took his seat, the start bell rang and the science professor, Professor Alvert, walked in. "Before we start class, are there any chemistry questions you want to ask?"
"Exactly how do enetons work?"
"Well... I don't know. That isn't really chemistry, you know."
"Fine." And there went Luke's flash of intelligence for the period. He looked out the window. Chemistry may have been interesting, but this was just reviewing for the Mid-Terms. He had all of the stuff down, so he now had three peroids of brain-dead existence. Looking out the window, he spotted his girlfriend eating lunch. She seemed to become aware of that; she waved excitedly at him. Her name was Liah Sodan, she was a few inches shorter than him. She had red hair, a normal shaped face, blue eyes, and a certain... proportion that attracted Luke to her.
He gave a concealed wave back, and laid his head down on the tabletop, slipping into yet another daydream. To be a bit more specific, a hormone influenced daydream.
"Luke, would you tell me the process by which light is produced by atoms?" The proffessor know Luke, and felt the need to get an answer out of Luke while Luke still had blood in the vicinity of his head.
"Uhh..." Luke's brain called back the blood from parts unknown (but you probably know) and came up with, "Well, the, uh..." The past month cam back to him. "The electron gets a stronger charge, bounces out of it's energy level out to the edge of the electron cloud, releases it's extra energy in the form of a photon, and drops back."
Before Mr. Alvert had the opportunity to respond, Luke was gone, back into his daydream.
Luke was listening to rock music- a band called metal lighning, his favorite, a heavy metal band that used intelligible words. While it rounded the best part of the song, the MP3 player's battery died. "Son of a bitch..." He muttered, and got up to dock it with teh computer to charge. As he passed the door, he heard his father talking on the phone.
"Yes, I understand."
His dad paused.
"No, I would rather go with the Alpha team than go with HX1 and 2 ."
Alpha Team? They are famous! What's my dad going to do with them?
"Wasteland? January 13th?"
That's in four weeks. What's going on?
"Yes, I know all about it, I can be trusted with the Twilight Crystal."
The Twilight Crystal? What's the Department of Geography want with that thing?
"Good, then, I'll set up some fake reservations tomorrow. 'Bye." His dad hit the end button on the phone.
I need some coffee.