Note of the author: [Hi, :D, i'm nerd, i am guy that now know how to speak english, and... almost want that you ignore the story in spanish that call Dylan tyler only, this is the first arc, and i'am so verry happy for sharing you my "better", versión of this, an well i'm so greated if you voted for this shit, well i'm leaving you with this first arc: [The medieval stones]]
Post message:[If you want read the story in spanish, you will find it in Wattpad, with the same as here ;> bye]
1
I woke up to no sound other than birds singing. Sunlight had found a gap in my curtains, bathing the entire room.
"Dylan!" shouted my mother. Her name is Tray Tyler.
"I'm coming!" I yelled back. "I'm going to shower!"
Looking in my bedroom mirror, I saw my black hair paired with brown wolf ears and a matching tail. My blue eyes shimmered slightly in the sunlight. I headed to the bathroom, stripping off my clothes. As I turned the handle, the water droplets hit my skin like snow. They were cold—very, very cold. Right then, I realized this wasn't water; they were tiny ice cubes that had infiltrated my shower. It was… how do I put it… FREEZING.
"Dylan!" said my father, Roberto Tyler. "Are you showering?"
Noooo, Dad, I'm just freezing to death like the meat in the freezer.
"Yes," I replied.
"Ah, okay. I'll wait out here then," my dad said, and I heard a small thud against the door as he sat down.
When I finished, I started drying off with my green towel. Just seconds later, my dad walked into the bathroom while I was still drying.
"Privacy!" I snapped. "By the way, good morning."
"Oh, come on, son. I've seen you naked since you were a baby; this is nothing."
After that, I had no choice but to stay quiet. Dad is one stubborn wolf, but I love him anyway. Oh, right—my dad is a demi-human wolf with brown fur, green eyes, and a massive muscular build.
Unfortunately, his son (me) is a scrawny kid who looks like he has sticks for arms. I'm not exactly a sports fan; in fact, I'd rather die than run a marathon. I'm what you'd call a… "Hikikomori"? A "bookworm"? Well, call me whatever you want—I like giving people nicknames too. ONLY MENTALLY, though.
"Dad…" I said, using a voice designed to make someone feel pity. "You know I hate school. Is there any way… you could let your only, beautiful son skip today?"
"Haha, stop joking, son. You better go get dressed," my dad replied, ruffling my wet hair.
Well, I tried. Anyway, it's good for a father not to spoil his child, but… I DON'T CARE! I DON'T WANT TO GO TO CLASS!
While thinking that, I began to GENTLY PUNCH MY PILLOW, but I got tired after a few seconds…
"Tch, let's put on the 'wonderful school uniform,'" I said, making air quotes with my fingers.
I put on the blue long-sleeved shirt with the school's name (Simón Andrés), followed by black shoes and pants.
Once ready, I stuffed my notebooks into my black backpack (now that I notice, I have a lot of black things) and my precious, beautiful, lovely, prized copy of the last Harry Potter book, autographed by J.K. Rowling.
"Hehe, you're so beautiful," I whispered, kissing the cover.
I tucked it away to read at school. That damn copy cost me many sleepless nights, but I finally got it yesterday (for 14 dollars, by the way)—a total steal if you ask me.
I headed downstairs, then entered the kitchen where my mom was. She had black hair and blue eyes (like me), but she didn't have ears or a tail (unlike me).
"Good morning, honey," my mom said, giving me a kiss on the cheek.
"Morning, Ma," I said, leaning down (since my dad and I are taller than her).
"Didn't you put on cologne?" she asked.
"Uh… no," I replied.
"Well, sit at the table. I'll give you your arepas and your lunch money," she said.
I sat down, glancing at the TV. It was probably saying something stupid like:
In latest news, the president declared the Bolívar has devalued for the fifth time, damn it...
Or well… maybe that's not stupid, but I don't pay much attention anyway. Honestly, I only care when it becomes impossible for me to buy books.
Oh right, I forgot. Just like you, dear spectator, I don't know why I'm half-wolf either. I usually think it's like Twilight, you know? Except Jacob didn't end up with the daughter… ew.
"Here you go," my mom said, handing me the arepas.
Even though cheese and butter arepas are the same thing over and over… well, at least I'm eating food and not a bag of trash.
"Son, how do you make the butter leak out of the arepa like that?" my dad asked. He was dressed in a leather jacket and blue pants.
"I don't know, I just grab it and that's it," I said.
It was true; there wasn't much science to it. Maybe Mom just puts more butter on mine.
I finished eating and grabbed the 100bs from the table.
"Okay Ma, bye," I said.
"Bye, my prince. Have a good day," she replied.
"Bye, Dad."
"And my hug?" he asked.
"Ugh, and then you call me immature," I teased.
I leaned in and gave him a hug; I actually like snuggling into his fur.
"Okay, bye!"
"Bye, champ. Have a good one," my dad said.
I grabbed my keys and headed to the front door. I opened it and stepped out to start another average school day.
2
Walking along the sidewalk, I wondered: Why don't I have friends? Then I remembered that everyone looks at me weird and spits on me… I don't like talking about it.
YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME!? J-JUST WATCH.
"G-good morning," I said, passing by some girls from my school.
『———』
SEE? NOTHING. THEY ARE ALL… Ugh, who am I kidding? I'm the worst socializer in the world. I think everyone would rather talk to a potato than me.
But it's fine. I don't need friends. Because I already ha—oh right, Carla isn't here anymore.
"I'm moving, Dylan."
…Better not to think about that. Better to wonder if Hermione is going to stay with that useless Ron, or if Harry will keep being sarcastic even in the middle of a wizarding war.
"There's something I can't get out of my head…"
It's better to move on with our lives and leave behind the dreams that are impossible for us.
"I… no, better forget it."
….
"Hk—" A small pain, a pressure, whatever it's called, hit me. I just ignored it and kept walking.
The school isn't very far from my house, but you still have to walk a fair bit. Honestly, I'd rather go by car, even if the trip is short. I hate walking; it's like doing a long bit of backtracking.
"So cold," I muttered.
The morning wind decided it wanted to feel like Antarctica. Seriously, is the world trying to kill me with hypothermia? Because I cannot explain how THE HELL it's this cold today.
It's just horrible. As I keep walking, I come across "Forsake," an abandoned house with a broken metal fence. The windows were smashed, too, and moss was taking over the walls. The only thing salvageable about that house was its door.
Made of birch wood, its golden knob shined against any ray of light, no matter how small. To most people, this place is perfect for Halloween; I think it's the perfect setting for a Stephen King horror story. In fact, the door looks strangely like the one from a certain hotel…
The owner must be a fan of The Shining.
"How creepy," I said.
I didn't even dare step onto the grass. What if there's a dead cat buried there that comes back to life? Or an intergalactic clown comes out of the house and chases me? Oh, and let's not forget what happened in 'Salem's Lot due to too much curiosity.
So, I just continued my way to school. After about 15 minutes, I finally arrived.
3
As I approached the school gate, there was the "reliable" (more like alcoholic) janitor, Larry. He was waiting at the gate for the students to pass.
"Hi, Larry," I said.
"Hi, Gringo," Larry replied.
His dirty white hair and unpleasant brown eyes were, surprisingly, not the worst thing about this guy.
"Haha. I think that joke died a long time ago, you know?" I said.
"Sure, Gringo," Larry said.
"———" This guy always leaves me speechless. It seems like the only neuron he had left burned out the moment he finished high school.
I just ignored him and made my way to the classroom, which is up the stairs on the second floor at the end of the hall.
"Good morning," I said, entering the room.
Everyone looked at me for a few seconds. One of them flipped me off. And then they went back to their business. Every single one of them is a SON OF A—
Come on, Dylan, relax. At least "that idiot" isn't here. For once, I can get a break from him.
"Hey. Dylan," a mocking voice said from behind me.
"Ugh, damn it," I whispered.
I turned to see where the voice came from, and there he was. Howard Mildoria. With his blonde hair and red eyes, he's the "most handsome boy," according to the girls. He's "very good-looking"—I mean, I can tell when a guy is han—ugh, that sounds bad.
"What's wrong? Did the cat finally get your tongue?" Howard said.
All his friends started laughing.
"I—"
"No, better not speak. You're stealing oxygen just by breathing," Howard said.
His friends laughed again.
"———" I just looked away.
"What? You mad?" Howard teased.
"I'm not, but your mom sure was when she realized what kind of woman your dad was sleeping with," I snapped.
I covered my mouth, not knowing what else to say.
"Haha, at least my dad wasn't enslaved," Howard said.
He always says my dad is a black man, and I think it's just the cover my dad uses so the human world doesn't see him as a wolf.
"At least my mom doesn't spend her time sucking on different poles," I retorted.
Howard got very angry. He grabbed me by the shirt and said, "You and me. After school."
Right then, I knew I was dead.
4
Damn, how could I say that to the guy who literally does boxing? I'm an idiot. Throughout all of today's classes, Howard kept throwing notes at me like:
'Ready to die?'
'Drop dead.'
'The world is better without you, you moron.'
In History class, the teacher had the "wonderful idea" of switching seats, and I ended up sitting right next to Howard. For the rest of the class, he gave me death glares, pinched me, etc. When an eraser fell, I went to pick it up, but Howard shoved me, and I fell to the floor.
The classes felt incredibly short because, if there's one thing I've learned, it's that when you hate doing something, time goes slow—but when you're doing something you like (or in this case, when you're about to get beaten up), time flies.
"Shit," I whispered.
RING!!!
School was over. Damn it. Well, I got up, grabbed my things, and bolted. I ran, thinking:
I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I don't want to die.
I left the school, planning to hide at home. I had to keep going because if there's one thing I'm better at than anyone, it's running.
My lungs were burning, but I had to keep going. I was losing sight of hi—
"Gk—"
I felt a small stone hit my back.
"TYLER, YOU COWARD!" Howard screamed.
Keep going, keep going, keep going, they're going to kill you. I ran and ran until I reached "Forsake." Its door was glowing, giving off a mysterious aura.
How the hell can a door glow? Is it… magic? Regardless, I felt my key starting to heat up.
I pulled it out of my pocket. It was burning, but just like a magnet, it was being pulled toward something. Then I understood: it was the lock on the door.
"OH COME ON, IF YOU'RE GOING TO SAVE ME, AT LEAST DO IT WITH A MIRACLE!" I shouted, looking at the sky.
There was no other way. It was this or nothing.
So, with all the courage in the world, I ran toward the house, burst through the gate, opened the door, and slammed it shut.
I heard a few thuds against the wood. I just closed my eyes; I didn't want the door to open. I wanted it to stay shut.
After a few minutes, Howard stopped banging on the door. I collapsed to the floor and sighed in relief.
"Oh, thank God," I said.
I finally opened my eyes. The sunlight had intensified, the wind had picked up, and the sound of cicadas filled the air.
"Eh?" I said, looking around.
I stood up, observing my surroundings. I was in a meadow of green grass, with some trees, flowers, and a brilliant blue sky.
"I…."
You could say I was lost, but at the same time….
"I'M IN AN ISEKAI!"
Like in a light novel, I, Dylan Mario Tyler Melss, have been summoned to another world. Like Narnia, just without the lion—but hey, who cares.
"Let's see, it's like…" I said, looking at the sky. "Status!"
Nothing.
"Oh well, uh…" I said. "Inventory!"
Nothing.
"Fireball!"
Nothing.
"By the power of the water god, I summon thee!"
Nothing.
"Shamak!"
Nothing.
"OH COME ON!" I yelled. "Aren't I supposed to be powerful?"
I clenched my fists tight. I was annoyed. It wasn't fair. Why? Why else would you summon someone without giving them anything?
"Come on, tell me I'm special."
That unlike others, I can be super strong, that nothing bad will happen to me, that everyone will admire me.
"Please, tell me I'm not just a bookworm," I said.
Exhausted, I decided to leave, but then I realized I didn't know how.
"Don't move." A female voice appeared behind me.
I turned to look. It was a girl, almost my height, with reddish-orange hair and eyes green like emeralds. She wore a blue robe and was pointing a white oak wand at me with a pink stone at the tip.
"You're not a Nium. Rather… you're a half-Wolfwiz," the girl said.
"A what of what?" I asked.
"Seems you're a novice," she said. "Just insert your key again; with that, you'll return to the Nium world."
She was about to leave, but I stopped her by grabbing her arm.
"Hey, what's your name?" I asked.
"Elizabeth Taylor," she said. "And yours?"
"Dylan Tyler," I replied. "Thanks. Now that I know your name, I'll return the favor someday."
"…Okay," Elizabeth said.
She took a step forward, raising her wand. I felt a breezy sensation on my skin. A flash, both sonic and visual, appeared in pink.
"Gravity Intelep," Elizabeth said.
A dull thud followed as my skin crawled. Pink light spread across my entire field of vision.
When I could see again, Elizabeth had already disappeared.
"———"
Speechless was the only way to describe the moment. Oh right, I have to go.
I inserted the key back into the door, and just as Elizabeth said, I was back home. It was the same time. I had to hurry.