Sitting in the bunker she began to think.
( A cultivation family/clan/sect, or whatever else they want to call themselves are after us. This could be quite troublesome. )
( I need to release some sort of book to cover my tracks, but also expose cultivation to the public, however, that's going to be quite troublesome, as governments around the world will probably flag it. )
( I'm going to need something that can fly under their radar. )
( Maybe the one that can... No, too risky. )
( Or the one that can make people lighter... No, not helpful enough. )
( Or... )
Sometime later after many failed ideas.
( Why does this have to be so difficult? If only I could write it under a fake name. )
( Wait, maybe I can. )
Getting up from her spot she walked to a laptop next to the counter.
Pausing a bit, she remember the old website she use to use. Trying to log in a few times she eventually got in.
"Ha ha, it worked. Now just to think of a cultivation, that can slide under the radar, and a good setting for the story to be placed in."
A few hours go by with no luck. Looking up at the monitors, she saw a bunch of cops in her house. Looking through the monitors she stopped on one and smiled.
"Kevin."
( What if... )
Struck by an epiphany, she unplugged the laptop and ran to the bed, before cracking her fingers and starting to type furiously.
~~~
A Long time ago, the world, was at war. The war was like no other. It had spaned across time and space. This war tore the world's reality in half, causing a tear between laws. One side consists of logic, science, and technology. While the other consisted of magic, mystery, and cultivation. Both worlds were filled with violence, anger, and hate. These concepts fueled the crack dividing the realities, even further. The world was about to come to an end if nothing was done to prevent it. In an attempt to save itself, the world gave birth to its first, and last miracle.
Deep within the slums of the Karnora empire's capital, a woman was giving birth. While at the same time, in a little town called Vallake, another woman was also giving birth.
"Stop making so much noise and just get it over with, it's just a baby."/"Push, just a little more the baby is almost here."
"If the war was not going on a block away, I would have already..."/"GHHHHHHHHAAAAAAA!!!!!!"
The two women and the planet gave birth at the same time. At the very moment, the children were born, light shun down, on the two infants, bathing them in a gentle light, before a downpour of rain drownded out anything and everything, around the two.
When the two women, were able to catch their breaths, the first thing that came to their mind was that this child was, lean, filthy, and mean. A perfect child to survive in this cruel world. However something was odd about the children, it was their eyes. Their eyes were like nothing they had ever seen before. Their eyes had two of everything.
"What's the name of the brat?"/"What Will you name the child?"
"Alex."/"Alex."
~~~
Ever since the day Alex was born, he had been a normal child. At the age of five, however, was when odd things started to happen. He started to talk to himself. when he got odd looks or asked about it, he would usually reply with "I'm talking to Alex." before going back to what he was doing. Eventually, he started to play with the mirror, making, and playing tick-tack-toe games, before getting angry and leaving. Drawing in the sand was another one of his favorite activities which he eventually gave up. After a few years of trying out different activities, he eventually settled on holding a notebook at all times, and would occasionally draw and doodle in it. Eventually, he would distance himself from others, and even have conversations in empty rooms. Alex was different since the day he was born, but as time went on he became an outcast. As he was pushed out by his friends and family, he eventually stopped talking and started to write in a book. It was not that he became mute, but that he had started to hide his thoughts. Always writing in a book. Always distracted by something. Always doing something odd. His family at first tried to take him to the hospital for a checkup, but doctors who had tried to diagnose him with some sort of ailment, but the results always, turned out to be normal.
~~~
"Everyone watch out the freak is on the loose, just looking at it makes me shiver in disgust. I wonder what it would be like to be hated by everyone, but just looking at you makes me feel lonely." said some random kid, who then threw a book at Alex.
Catching the book out of the air, with surprising ease, Alex looked up from his book, and without thinking much he placed it down and went back to writing.
Seeing this the random kid, got angry and marched over.
"Give me my book back freak!"
Not responding at all Alex was fully focused on his book.
Getting infuriated by Alex's behavior, he reached out and grabbed the book, in Alex's hands, and read what was written in it. The first thing that he saw on the page was.
"And you're the reason why shampoo has instructions."
Turning bright red from anger he started to rip every page out of the book, before throwing it on the ground.
"YOU THINK THIS IS SOME KIND OF JOKE!"
Ignoring the kid, he reached into his backpack and grabbed another book.
Seeing this the kid lost it, and punched Alex right in the face.
Shocked by the sudden pain, Alex blinked a few times, before looking around. Seeing a fist coming to his face, he moved his head slightly and gently put his hand on the kid's shoulder. Forcing the kid off balance and falling to the ground.
Getting up from his spot, he looked at his watch and started to walk to his next destination.
Looking back at the kid, Alex gave an evil smile.
Shaking his head, he continued on his way to class.
"This isn't over with, you hear me!"
Rushing over the kid almost hit Alex, when a hand grabbed him by his collar.
"What do you think you're doing?" said some old haggard voice.