Somewhere in a dark cave filled with mystical runes a creature on red chains could be seen shackled by eight different types of heavy enchanted chains that keep dimming as if absorbing the creature's energy. Only its growls could be heard when suddenly its eyes lit open. I suddenly jolted up from my sleep.
My name is Kyle. I'm 16 years old, but you can call me the Misfit, as that's the name given to me by those who knew me.
"I have been having these same dreams for the past three years, and I still don't understand what it means," Kyle said, holding his head before standing up from his bed and walking up to his mirror to see if there were any changes.
"Hmm, still nothing. And tomorrow is the day. Why can't I be like the rest of my family? Why am I the only odd one, a misfit?" I said, punching the mirror in front of me, breaking the 10th one in my room this week.
After entering the shower to take my bath and coming out, I finished putting on my clothes when a knock was heard at my door.
"Yes, come in," I permitted.
The door opened, and she walked in.
"Greetings, young master. It's time for breakfast. The family head is waiting for you," she said with her head down.
"Okay, I will be right there."
Following behind her in the grand corridor with magnificent artwork hung on it, as soon as we arrived, a man with a white beard and a scar across his face with a huge body was sitting in the front seat, while a woman was sitting at his right side.
Arriving before everyone, Kyle greeted both his parents and went past his sister and brother, sitting on the left side of his father.
"Sit, son," his father's voice was as authoritative as always.
The man with the beast-like aura, carrying the presence of a warlord, is Draco, the 2nd of the 13th elder of the council in the vampire continent, and also my father.
"Letting me sit beside you only means you have something of concern to tell me, father."
Looking at the boy before him, his father said, "Tomorrow is the day you and your sister will be attending the familiar selection. You know, son, a familiar partner is a strength that gives us an edge in power against the werewolves and the other race. We aren't blessed with an inheritable elemental ability like them or the others, So we borrowed abilities from the familiar we contract with,
which can be an elemental or familiar beast with ability. Tomorrow is going to be your third and last chance. If you still can't get contracted by a powerful familiar, then you won't be able to ever again."
"If you understand, then finish your food and go with your brothers. You may be able to learn something from him."
He said and looked at me with an expressionless face.
As for my mom, she only had a concerned look on her face. Seeing this made the eight minutes I spent in the dining hall feel like torture.
When suddenly a figure clad in red attire walked in with a sword at his side, and the whole room was as quiet as a needle.