22nd September, Year 300
The sun rose early, casting a faint golden glow on the world, even with the cold, approaching winter.
The Storme residence was a vast, white mega-complex... so large its residents barely used half of it. It stood in the heart of a sprawling compound surrounded by ornate, perfectly trimmed gardens.
A white haired boy stood gazing into the sky, as he leaned against the white, futuristic SUV, lost in thoughts.
A few feet away from him, was a brunette haired young man of same age as the white haired, with a dark caramel skin, his gaze completely empty.
It was time.
In two weeks they had gone from rookies who understood nothing about their powers, nor how to fight, to two teenagers who could hold their own, when the time came for it.
It was finally time to test everything against real battle, one with stakes dire enough, to force them forgo logic, and tap into what Richelle called "the flow of combat."
