'First off, I didn't pack my bags and it doesn't seem like anyone did.'
I looked around as everyone engaged in side talks. They all seemed to have made friends in some way, and I was the only one who wasn't with anyone.
'Hey, aren't you scared?' The timid girl asked; her eyes a mix of fear and sadness.
The other girl directly beside me had just left. She didn't seem scared of the gruesome training ahead. No, it was something different. Perhaps she just didn't like Dragons but if so, why did she attempt to see them? I quickly shrugged it off as her face never gave out emotions.
I glanced at the timid girl as my lips began quivering. Firstly, I felt disgusted—not that she was scared but that she didn't leave even when she felt like it.
'There's only 10 minutes left. Leave if you're too scared!' My mouth seemed to have spoken on its own, my words flowing like water.
I immediately looked away, sighing heavily. Being scared was one thing, but not doing what you felt like was another thing. My years of being laughed at by my peers had shaped me into a different person; a stronger boy.
My muscles seemed to have stopped inflating and the liquid in the syringe seemed to have been completely used. It was rather disappointing as my pale muscles hadn't inflated to the point of being noticed.
I flipped the hospital blanket as the room became hotter. Everyone in the room started looking like melted butter as they conversed paying no attention to their continuously dropping sweat.
'Look at these guys, sweating like a couple of idiots,' I muttered, removing my face from the appalling sight.
As my idleness grew, my mind became more empty soon giving in to my suppressed thoughts. Where did this academy come from? Why were the Dragons kept a mystery? It began bothering me and my uncertainty soon surfaced on my face.
'Why haven't other people gone to see these Dragons?' I turned to the timid girl, asking her despite my previous rudeness.
'I-I don't know.' She stuttered, her eyes filled with sorrow. She acted just like those anime girls—side characters to be precise.
I fixed my gaze at her confused face filled with unusual fear. What was holding her? She was able to leave but still chose not to, yet whimpered in fear. The whole sight disgusted me but my behavior towards her wasn't commendable either.
With a sudden lecture by my conscience, I opened my mouth to apologize but my pride proved stubborn as it held back my voice. Amidst my internal struggles, the sudden noise of the doors emerged.
They had closed and a woman; the same one who had injected me entered the room without a moment of waste as if she had been stalking our activities ever since.
'Come with me!' She addressed everyone as she turned away from us and proceeded to a door just beside the one that had just closed shut.
'Plus, don't worry about packing. We've got your necessities covered. And about our funds, don't question it.' She stated, turning her head towards us in a glamorous style of mystery.
Her long black hair flowed in the air obstructing her vision, compelling her to brush the strand off with her hand.
'I said come.' She spoke again, this time, her voice already vanishing as she passed through the door.
Everyone was busy admiring her beauty and even more, concerned about her mystery. If there was anyone more mysterious than the man, it was her and of course, she looked quite harsh at the moment.
'I mean, why mention funds? But whatever, I'm in. I can't let my dreams go to waste, can I?' I asked myself rhetorically as I sprung up from the bed.
My body felt a bit weak and my head still ached even though the injection was complete. I slowly removed the syringe from my arm as I desperately clung to life.
'Ugh come out.' I muttered.
The syringe proved difficult to remove and my newly developed muscles had laid a strong foundation for the syringe. I walked slowly to the room, attempting to remove the syringe as the multitude in the room followed behind me.
At that moment I felt like a leader—something new to me. I smiled still shrouded in the uncertainty of removing the syringe. Finally, the syringe broke free and I threw it to the ground.
I looked behind me, one of my feet already past the door. Some people had already removed the syringe and most of them were muscular teenagers and men who looked in their 20s. The rest still had the syringe sticking out of their right arms.
'This is your train.' I immediately looked at the woman as she stood in front of a modern train.
It was colored white with blue and orange stripes extending to the far end of the train that seemed to fade in the distance.
'You may enter. You'll be all led to the Academy so get ready. This is a speed train, the ride won't be smooth but it will be long. I hope you're all ready' Her voice was soon cut off by the sound of the train and she entered it.
'Speed train, huh? Let's see how fast it is.' A teenager said and another beside him began laughing. Their muscles bulged out making them look weird.
I was unsure whether the injection had made their muscles that big or they had decently sized muscles that were much larger than mine. If the former was the case, it meant that the injection gave different modifications but again, I wasn't sure and no one was willing to socialize with me.
We all entered the bus one after the other according to height like a group of preschoolers. I had a decent height, putting me in the middle of the line but I had never aimed to be tall.
Being 5'8 was satisfactory.
Soon we all entered the train and all our jaws dropped at the sight of the interior—something marvelous, something mysterious.