Absolutely not, no way,
José. The ‘Chosen One’? Pfft, that was somebody else’s gig. I was officially
retiring my world-saving jersey. Some folks might thrive on the adrenaline rush
of being humanity’s last hope, but let’s be honest, that was so
not my scene. Sure, I’d got this quirky ability to juggle a couple of opposing
elements—a neat party trick that tickled the fancy of some dusty old Oracle
prophecy. And okay, maybe I’d got a bit more strength than the average Joe, but come on,
we weren’t talking about ripping phone books in half here. Herculean?
As if. All I wanted to do was to blend into the crowd of clueless college kids
and live a normal life, and by Zeus and all his rowdy pals, I was going to make
that happen. So, there I was, chucking my fate out the window and hopping on a
cross-country bus to Moonhaven, the ‘safe haven’ of the States. Crime rate lower than a limbo stick at a beach
party—sounded like a snooze fest, but hey, perfect for a guy looking to ditch
destiny and embrace the mundane like me.
Now I didn’t exactly fake
my death, but let’s just say I didn’t go out of my way to dispel the myths, either. Picture this:
I’d just tussled
with a humongous, world-chomping serpent. And instead of emerging heroically
from its slimy wreckage to deliver one of those snappy, crowd-pleasing
one-liners, I sneaked off, hopped on the first bus outta there, and headed for
a brand new chapter. Some might throw around words like ‘chicken’ or ‘coward’ for ducking
out, but let’s get real. I’d clocked more world-saving hours in the past three years
than they had, so to them I say, lick my arse crack, little blond hairs and
all.
As I sat there on the
bus, I couldn’t help but think about the new life that awaited me in
Moonhaven. It had been hard changing colleges, especially without alerting The
Order, but it had been done and I was still ‘dead’. Though I was now in a few classes I didn’t care for,
like ‘Warfare
Archaeology’ and ‘Ceramics’, hopefully, both turned out to be easy subjects and I could
just autopilot them.
We’d crossed the
Moonhaven border roughly two hours back. The outskirts of the city were dotted
with homes sporting that classic Tudor Revival style, interspersed with
generous swathes of parklands and bustling shopping districts. As we neared the
city, the architectural charm gave way to a more utilitarian look—houses
turning simplistic and boxy.
The bus’s sudden stop
jolted me back to the present. An average man in his mid-forties, with
uninspiring brown hair and matching eyes, boarded, a newspaper in his grip. My
eyes instinctively flicked to the headline: ‘Another College Student
Missing’. Then up to the masthead—Moonhaven Times. A familiar tingle of
intrigue shot through me, but I forced it down.
“Nope, that’s not me
anymore. I’m just a regular college student,” I whispered to myself,
trying to dampen the spark of curiosity that flickered within me. The thought
of The Order, that starchy group of middle-aged, strait-laced men who
controlled the council of elementals, flitted through my mind. I couldn’t help but
feel a sense of satisfaction at having slipped their grasp. No more orders, no
more jumping at their command. I was free, and I intended to keep it that way.
The bus driver’s voice, gruff
and bored, announced over the speaker, “Moonhaven
University coming up next. Grab your stuff, folks.” It was a routine call, one
he’d probably
made a thousand times.
I stood up, stretching my
six-foot frame, and reached for my bags in the overhead compartment. I felt a
mix of excitement and nervousness. This was it. The start of my new, ordinary
life. No more battling monsters or dealing with The Order’s nonsense. Just me,
Brodie, the average college student. At least, that was what I was aiming for.
Taking in a deep breath,
the air was an odd but not unpleasant mix of pine and concrete—definitely a
change from what I was used to. Stepping off the bus, I looked up at Moonhaven
University. It was an impressive sight, and a pang of nervous excitement hit
me. Here goes nothing, I thought.
That was when it
happened. Out of nowhere, a skateboarder slammed into me. The collision was so
sudden, so unexpected, that for a second, I was just frozen in surprise. I
barely budged, thanks to my not-so-average strength, but the poor guy on the
skateboard wasn’t so lucky. He bounced off me like I was made of stone and
went flying into a nearby bush.
Annoyed but not hurt, I
dropped my bags and hurried over to him. “Hey, you okay
there?” I asked, reaching into the bush to help him out. The skateboarder was
tangled up in the foliage, but thankfully, he had a helmet on.
“Man, you’re hard as a
rock,” he groaned, accepting my hand to pull himself up.
I raised an eyebrow. “You should see me when I actually try. This was just me on a
light day,” I joked.
He chuckled, brushing off
leaves. “I guess I should’ve seen you
standing there. It was like running into a wall.”
“I prefer to
think of myself as a well-placed obstacle in the path of life’s
skateboarders,” I quipped, offering him an arm to steady himself.
The boy took off his
helmet, revealing a mass of shocking, bright orange curls. He looked at me, a
mix of embarrassment and amusement in his eyes. “I’m Juniper, by
the way.”
“Brodie. And no
worries, Juniper. I’ve been hit by worse. A skateboard’s nothing compared to a
flying demon, trust me.”
Juniper’s eyes
widened. “Wait, wait, wait… Did you
say demon?”
Backtracking, I said, “Metaphorically speaking. College can be hell, you know.”
He laughed, shaking his
head. “Well, thanks for not
being mad. Most people would be freaking out.”
“I’m not most
people,” I said with a smirk. “But hey, maybe watch out
for stationary objects next time?”
“Definitely,” he
replied, grinning. “You’re like an immovable
object meeting an unstoppable force.”
Science. Damn—I was
confused. “Guess that makes me the
immovable object,” I said as I picked up my bags.
“You got it.”
I watched Juniper skate
away for a moment before realising I had no clue where I was going. Quickly, I
turned and jogged after him. “Hey, Juniper!”
He stopped and turned
back, a look of concern flashing across his face. “Everything
alright?”
“Yeah, it’s just… I have
no idea where I’m supposed to be going. Do you know where the dorms are?” I
held out my university paperwork, feeling a bit foolish.
“Yeah, dude. I
owe you one. Let me help,” Juniper said, scanning my papers. “Ah, you’re in the North Wing. I know where that is. Follow me.”
Feeling a bit relieved, I
trailed behind him. Juniper led the way, pointing out a few landmarks and
buildings as we walked. It was clear he knew the campus well. It was very
different from the one The Order sent me to. For one, at least everyone here
was dressed in normal clothes instead of those tacky robes that looked like
they were from a B grade occult film.
As Juniper led the way to
my dorm room, he glanced over at me and said, “You know, you
really should’ve gone for a private room.”
I shrugged. “Tried that, but as I’ve transferred here a few
weeks into the term, all the private rooms were already taken.”
“Ah, tough
break,” he replied, guiding me through the building. He pointed out the
communal showers, the small kitchenette on the ground floor, and a lounge area
that looked like it had seen better days.
We finally stopped in
front of room 1630. Juniper handed me a small slip of paper. “Here’s my number, just in case you need anything or, you know, if
you want to hang out.”
I took it, smiling. “Thanks, I’ll definitely give you a shout. Here’s
mine,”
I said, scribbling down my number.
“Cool, see you
around, Brodie,” he said with a wave before heading off.
I stood there for a
moment, staring at the door to my new dorm room. Taking a deep breath, I pushed
it open and…
“Yeah! F*ck me,
Daddy!”
My jaw dropped.
