Raizon sitting on the couch was still looking at his spectral charger. He wasn't letting even a single dust particles ruin his artifact. With passing of every single minute he would clean it to brand new. Hours passed and he was still looking at his charger completely forgotten that he had to plan for his journey.
"Seems you are loving it" here came Rogh, Ray's brother. Rogh used to work in an construction site. He was never interested in fighting in an arena. He was a active manager in an construction company dealing with their issues at the site.
"Of course Rogh. My dream is finally coming true" he said.
"Well the food is ready, so why don't we continue our chat there?"
"Sure, let me keep it safely"
He slowly kept his spectral charger in a box wrapping it safely with a cloth and without a disturbance slided it under his bed.
"Well you will get a new one if it gets damage, incase you don't know" Rogh spoke in confusion looking at such precautious Raizon.
The dinner was set and Raizon's aunt had already begun.
"Oh there you are" she said with a smirk "another bright light of our house setting in the world of becoming entertainment for people".
"Morgan, please" Rogh tried to interrupt.
"You don't intervene Rogh. Nor his uncle became self sufficient nor would he be. Both of them are useless. Even this brat is thinking about stepping into that field" she kept blabbering.
"What happened aunt?" Raizon asked.
"Don't ask me about what happened. Did you though I wouldn't get to know what is happening around. Everybody was laughing at me today, they were recognising me being your aunt. Aunt of a person who is trying to enter arena without his spectra. A person who owns a DESTROYER at his wrist" she shouted "you know what? It would be better if you just run away with your stuff"
"Don't worry Raizon. Let's go to my place for few days" Uncle Rogh whispered coming in for rescue.
The rice was half cooked but the curry was hot and tasty. "That's always been her speciality" Raizon though. The hot vivid vapours gives you the positive feedback of something looked with love. But nobody in the room were able to connect the word love with her. They were purely like a mismatched pair. Raizon didn't ate much and flew back to his room to inspect his spectral charger.
It was dark, and noisy. Something was being banged around to molten metal. It was like someone was forging a weapon and giving it shape.
Bang....bang.....bang.
Raizon noticed the glow of little light that reflected behind. Turning around he saw a man forging a sword. He was strong- his arms were clearly denoting that, along with his upper naked body signifying his strong core. The man was nearly between his mind 30's and the bruises were not too young as well. He was looking like a victim of a war, or maybe more. He was looking like the war himself.
"That spectra of yours, it would destroy you" he said.
"What?" Raizon was questioned that he saw him, even though he didn't turned once "do I know you?"
"Well we are meeting for the first time" the man replied "you may not be aware of me, but the world is. But that doesn't satisfy my question. I asked you why don't you give away that Spectral charger".
"If I give away this spectral charger would I get another one. That's not possible right. So giving it away means accepting my defeat and betraying my dreams"
"So what are you planning to do with it?" He asked
"I am going to give it a try. I am going to become the arena champion" Raizon remarked raising it high in the air.
"You talk good kid, but your mere though is rotten" he replied
"Why everybody keeps repeating that?"
"Because it is" the man shouted "do you know what it takes to become a warrior. Do you what it takes to wield that destroyer you have on your wrist. If you don't control it then would even end the world. That white tiger inside isn't a normal beast that can be dealt on with that easily".
"So I will control it, it's that simple" Raizon replied
"Maybe it's better if I take it out myself" the man removed his sharp edged sword for a bizzare exchange "All I have to do is go for your hand, it's that simple".
"Please don't, no...no.."he was completely terrified of the site. The man charged his slow walk with wide steps, coming closer to Raizon. Raizon came in with the same trick, collecting his internal spectra in his legs he tried to dash away. But the energy was generated and was vapourised in an instance. The instant tremor brought him down on the void land. "No please... Please..." Raizon shouted again.
"You see, you are pathetic. Which hero or warrior begs for mercy. Let alone these big terms, but even a soldier chooses to fight before he let's his destination end the way. You are a weakling Raizon. That day when you saw that old man for yours near to his death but still getting up, didn't you learned anything from that tragic scene. Maybe you are just a vivid useless box and as I said earlier, even your core of thought is rotten Raizon. If I were to meet a dreamer like you, i would kill him instantly to cure his pain of being misguided" the mysterious man gave the finishing blow.
Raizon was stunned, not just because of the pain, but also because each and every word that man shuttered weren't feeling like a complete lie to him. His start, the way he has been living clearly signifies his defeat. With the stumbled thoughts the void beneath broke and he jumped out of bed coming out from this vivid dream. Seems like he fell asleep keeping a tight eye on his love. The sudden stroke that hit him was timid but uncomfortable to bear inside. He was struggling to keep his thoughts aligned, trying to keep these negative thoughts beside. Is every man born with a purpose to glorify himself or herself was his question? Do everybody needs to be strong? What does it mean to be strong?
Rogh was worried too, he was planning to go and consult Raizon. He slept beyond awareness himself. Opening the curtains to find the sun already risen above the hills he found out the night was already over. Turning around through the passageway he peeped into the bedroom where Raizon's aunt was still asleep. His mind was stunned a little because he just woke up. Climbing up the stairs which makes an arc around a pillar he opened the door to Raizon's room. It was clean but empty than he expected a kid's room to be. The wall just opposite to the door have a poster labelling ARENA CHAMPION with large 3-D font. "Seems like he always thought of becoming one" though Rogh. The side walls had small shelf that had little plants in plastic cups and a messy bed with bedsheet lying beside. And to observe more carefully, Raizon wasn't in his room. Looking behind the door if it was his mischief to looking under the bed in worry. Getting back up he found a letter with a lamp used as a paper weight.
Dear Uncle Rogh,
I know you will be the one to find it. Well you must have already suspected why I departed. It is surely partially due the fact that I don't want to be a burden on anyone. Well I am officially a spectral user you know. So I will be getting quite the facilities to make it. But it's not just because of this fact alone. Just yesterday I learned that what I am and what I believe a champion is, that definition and believe is completely wrong. So I need to refine it by becoming one myself. That's why I decided to try to be a champion. No, that's pretty wrong. I won't be trying anymore instead I am going to learn by becoming the spectral champion. Alive or dead I'm going to make it.
I'm sorry for leaving this way it hurts me. You all know your importance in my life right.
Oh and as Uncle Ray is stable now tell me how much I love him once he open his eyes, okay.
Thanks,
Yours sincere,
Raizon.