LUCAS WYKES
I have always been self centred. Maybe that's why I became such a great fighter at the ripe age of 19. My goal on earth was quite simple really.
'Get rich....no get bloodydamn rich.'
I had seen videos of young lads just like myself driving lembos, ferraries and other super cars I had only dreamed about and the women they hangout with oh lord I knew lads who would sell their fucking souls to shag them.
The strange thing about some of these lads is that know one new how they made their money. Most of them claimed that it was crypto but I didn't believe them.
'How could someone afford a fucking Bugatti Chiron at the age of 18 by just "investing" in crypto.'
But the was one way that most of theses lads who who were only 3 years older than me made their money. Amd that was finding something their good at and making money out of it things like art, music and games. With the age of social media in full swing people took advantage and became rich.
'And I was not about to fall behind.'
So in order to get bloodydamn rich I had to find something I was really good at. Which was no fun cause other than fighting which I had done since the age of 8. I was pretty much useless at anything else.
So I made my choice so at the age 15 I started kick boxing and I was good really fucking good. I won all my fight via knockout without knowing it I was kickboxing in Brazil, Spain and places like Romania.
Then at the age of 17 my coach told me that mix martial arts would suit me better. So I made the transition to MMA which was easy because I had trained in grappling beforehand. But I would never need it because in the 10 fights I had participated in. I had never once attempted a takedown and of course all my fights ended in the first or second round via knockout.
'Then I died. I wasn't even in my prime I had not even made a million pounds yet.
'And now I am in this magical world....in the body of a loser.'
I greet my teeth in pure frustration. I have been talking a lot of shit ever since arriving in this world and it is all because of the drug known as magic and my status as noble.
Back on earth I had a chip on my shoulder. I was an orphan, a young, average looking fella from south London but I was hungry for victory, hungry for money and the access it would provide me.
'Now I am lying on my comfortable bed in slagging Hogwarts completely....content.'
I am in agony in which nobody could understand. I know I will beat Agrona and kezess one way or the other. But why do my days have to be so uneventful. All this rambling to say.
'I miss my phone.'
I wake the next day. I sigh at the sight of the morning sun and take a long shower. I dress and wait for Jamie to finish dressing and we both had over to the dining hall. Jamie is in a good mood as usual but I am completely bored. H talks about how his training going well how he feels that he's swordsmanship is improving every time he swings his blade.
"And yes before you ask the answer is yes I have broken trough to the light orange stage." He says to me with a beaming smile.
"Good work Jamie....now what should we have for breakfast."
"Wow you're such a cunt." Jamie says sighing. "Man you have been in terrible mood ever since you shared your goal with us 2 days ago." He combes his short black hair with a hand which I have noticed is the same habit that Bairon has.
After arriving in the dining hall I met with strange looks which I ignore. Jamie and I find quiet table to situate our selves to and begin our quiet breakfast both of us are quite sick of dealing with the young lick-spittles of Xyrus academy.
As I take a sip of my juice I hear footsteps from behind me I sigh and continue with my meals.
"Lucas, Jamie you lads look like you might strangle anybody who would bump into you." Arron drawls.
"Quiet down Arron we're... eating." I say while chewing on some eggs I look up at him in annoyance and drop my fork.
The is a red mark on Arron's face Jamie stops eating as well and just looks at the mark on Arron's face.
"Who." I say my voice sounding shell shocked slightly for good reason Arron is a bloody Chaffer a cousin of Abald Chaffer nobody should be able to hit the likes of him with a surprise attack.
But, someone did from the look of surprise that is fixed on his face it seems he did not expect to get hit. Jamie shakes his head in amazement. "How the fuck did you of all people get hit." Jamie says pointing a finger at the green- haired elf.
"Jamie's right Arron you're an augmanter, you're one of the fastest mages I've ever seen and your senses..." I trailed off Arron greens. and takes a seat next to Jamie.
"Are you just gonna seat there or will you tell us who did this to you....I might be able to do something about it."
"No I'm afraid you cant do shit about that person my good lad you see....she's royalty." Jamie and I both raise our eye brows.
"Was it prince Curtis?" Jamie asked with his arms folded.
'Curtis uses swords and his hand is bigger than the mark on Arron's face.' I ponder for a few moments.
"It was princess Kathyln my good lads."
Silence falls between the three of us for a few moments.
Then that silence changed to laughter. Jamie laughed so much that he started choaking on his own spit.
"Hahaha....oh man you are an idiot Arron." I say wiping the corner of my eye. "Kathyln Glayder the girl who always has the same aloof expression on her face hit you, Arron Chaffer you of all fucking people Arron."
Jamie shakes his head and tries and fails to stop himself from laughing. "Hahaha...cousin surely our friend here can explain to us why a princess of Dichathen would strike him."
After composing our selves both Jamie and I looked at Arron in expectation. Arron opened his mouth then he closed it before letting out sigh.
ARRON CHAFFER
I wake bit latter than one aught to if they mean to be a model student of Xyrus academy. Since I have already wasted time on beloved sleep I decide to only wash my face, after that I changed into my battle mage uniform.
The morning wind caressed my face gently as I headed over to the dinning hall. On my way there I take the time to observe the scenery which is something I have done ever since arriving at Xyrus academy.
"Beautiful." I say looking at fountain carved out of marble or is it ivory. Xyrus academy truly is a work of art made with different resources from the Beast Glades it is a true wonder of Dicathen.
"Arron Chaffer."
'Ah and now the world speaks to me hmmm...perhaps it is proud that I can appreciate its beauty.'
"I am truely a proud son of Elshire." I mutter to myself in pure joy.
"Arron Chaffer." The voice said suddenly sounding annoyed. Knowing that I was not hearing the voice of nature I sighed and turned to face the person who has been trying to grab my attention all this time.
"What do you want!!" I snapped
But as I saw the black uniforms they wore and a face I swore I had seen in king Alduin's court once. I smiled brightly.
"Feyrith how are you doing my good lad." I approached him and offered my hand. He looks at it and as usual he begrudgingly accepts it into his, we shake and exchange a few pleasantries.
"I see you still get unfocused whenever you observe the surroundings." Feyrith says while brushing away a strand of his long blond hair.
"And you look like a bitch." I say with a grin. Causing Feyfey that's what everyone called him when he was young to rage slightly.
'Man is it fun teasing him.'
"Relax princess." I say before shifting my gaze to the girl standing next to Feyrith. I smile at her but she does not smile back. She is what the peacocks would call a goddess, with long black hair, snow white skin and small doll like face.
'I don't find her to be that impressive to be honest.'
I raise an eyebrow at my old friend. "So what can little old me help you with." Feyrith's face turned serious.
"We hear you're close to Lucas Wykes?"
I nod Feyrith sighed and glanced at princess Kathyln. "You see old friend." He began. "Your friend Lucas has something that belongs to my...rival Arthur Leywin."
'Arthur Leywin why does that name sound so...'
"Oh.... you're on about that son of a whore Lucas defeated."
Silence fell between the three of us then the princess walked forward.
"And the rest is history." I say to Lucas and Jamie.
Lucas regarded me for a moment before he stood.
"Are you done eating Jamie." Jamie nodded and swallowed the last of his breakfast and stood beside his.
Before leaving he looked at me and said.
"Don't worry I will have this thing sorted by the end of the day."