Kennesaw Metropolis, Earthen Hunter Continent, Mortalee
In a city twice the size of New York City, there were flying cars rapidly zooming across colorful sky channels, shrouding the city in rainbow light. One mid-sized building looked a century older than the buildings surrounding it, which all looked futuristic and artistic. This mid-sized building was of dated design but was made of a mysterious stone that made it glow at night. Thus, it had its own charm among these other buildings. This was a high school near the downtown region of the city, thousands of students were present in their classes studying.
Marathon High School.
As a beautiful day slowly became afternoon, loud bells were ringing throughout the campus.
"Class dismissed!"
"Thank you, teacher!"
In a class on the third floor, thirty-three students were rapidly scattering, all excited that school was out. As all these students rushed out, four students walked leisurely out of the classroom at their own pace.
"Stephon is completely gross, he confesses to me nearly every day," a fair-skinned girl, with pretty features and green eyes walked backward with her thumbs in the loops of her backpack's straps as she spoke to the three boys now in front of her.
The student I.D. on her blouse read Lucara Angels.
"What's so bad about Stephon? He's captain of the varsity duggerball team!" replied a short and stout young man with falling glasses, as he shifted them up to the bridge of his nose with a finger.
His student I.D. read Charles Carter. Charles had always had a crush on Lucara, and he secretly felt that if not even the class hunt Stephon Graham could enter this beauty's eyes, then where was the hope for himself?
"Who is into that? I don't know how you play duggerball. I'd much rather have an intellectual like you, or Carl," Lucara shrugged her shoulders and turned around, sashaying down the hallway.
"Like...me?" Charles looked completely dazed for a moment. His heart raced and he felt like he just walked into a room full of gold credits. However, just as quick as happiness came, it was gone. A bucket of cold water washed away his elation as he exclaimed in frustration, "Wait, Carl?! Did she really just say, Carl? So she's calling Thomas by his forename now? Since when are they so familiar? But why Carl? Intellectual, pah, pah! Just because he scored one friggin' point higher than me on the quarterly assessment, damn it!"
"Dude, she's playing you like a fiddle. How blind could you be?" laughed a tall dark-skinned young man with an incredibly deep voice.
Believe it or not, his student I.D. read Simpson Simpleton. He was obviously bullied about this a lot, which gave him a bit of a bad temper. Of course, that was prior to Simpson shooting up nearly two feet in one year. People no longer dared to speak so arrogantly or openly call him Simple Simpson the Simpleton now. Of course, this was still his nickname behind the scenes, and the jocks never hesitated to try their luck.
Simpson chuckled as he turned to the handsome young man on his right, "Bas, get your boy before it's too late."
"You can't light someone's path if they keep blowing out the candles..." said the handsome youth with a small afro walking in between the other two young men.
He had a well-toned body and was only a head shorter than the giant Simpson Simpleton, making it so they both effectively towered over Charles and Lucara, who were both shorter than 165 cm with Charles being 162 cm tall. Meanwhile, the handsome young man stood straight as a sword at 185 cm. He a student I.D. that read Sebastian King, but his friends called him Bas.
To Bas, Sebastian was just a name he had to deal with until he surpassed mortality, "Anyway, I'm definitely the one Luke is actually in love with. You should know this in your hearts."
Anyway, Bas King was technically his sixth name, making Sebastian King the seventh.
The boy himself had no idea that this time, the name he was given would become so important to him. The original name, the one he had in his first incarnation, had faded into nothing more than a distant memory.
Bas was a small boy in the eyes of an expert hunter. Not small in stature, he was tall and strong for his age. Yet, his age had yet to reach adulthood.
Bas had a determined look about him, with a sharp gaze that seemed to penetrate anything it looked at. His gaze was, however, betrayed by his youthful face and bouncy afro. He was only fourteen years old, but he had lived a life far longer than that.
"Come off of it, you're a complete mental patient!" Charles roared at his friend Bas. He puffed his chest out, a false sense of security welling thanks to Lucara's praise, "Why would she want a pretty boy like you? She's far too sophisticated for that, as you can see."
"Aww, do you really think I'm pretty? Is it my eyes? Or my legs?" Bas fluttered his eyes and held up his pants leg to reveal a rather muscular leg. Charles grimaced deeply.
"Just you wait! I'll definitely make Lucara Angels my woman!" Charles harrumphed and hurried after Lucara.
After he ran off, the smiling and laughing Simpson suddenly frowned and held out an arm to stop Bas in the middle of the busy hallway.
"I don't trust that chick, man. Something is real...off about her," Simpson said very seriously while looking Bas in the eyes.
Bas' eyebrows furrowed as his easy-going face suddenly turned mature and engaged. Among his friends, only Simpson was worthy of his true undivided attention. The others never saw this side of Bas. However, Simpson knew very well that today's Sebastian King differed greatly from what most people remembered. He wasn't as quiet or reserved as he appeared to be. He was more like a ticking time bomb.
In Simpson's eyes, Bas possessed this terrifying momentum that could explode at any moment. Unlike most mortals, Simpson recognized this feeling due to his father's stint in the military.
This was the power of hunt ryms!
The invisible atmosphere of a hunter!