Chapter Three

16 years later

In a dark and noiseless realm. A being is spotted at far with fire glowing out from his eyes as he walks closer to Logan. Logan pants as he tries running, but the more he runs the more he returns to the exact place he starts. The beast snarled, revealing his claws. Logan sweats as he looks around trying to find a way out. The beast increases his pace as it begins to run. Logan led out a great shout but nothing happened. The beast reaches him as it grabs his neck and tries stabbing his chest.

" Wakey wakey! " His mum shakes him as he wakes up from the nightmare with sweat all over.

His mum looks at him as he pants.

"Is everything okay?" She touches his head with her hand.

He gesticulates with his hands.

"Had a vision", it read out.

" What kind of vision son", she speaks calmly.

"Was trapped in this place, no way out, a beast trying to hurt me.",

"A beast?", She became anxious.

He nods as he rushes over a piece of paper. He draws the beast he saw as he reaches it out to his mum.

She stares at the diagram as her mind snapped.

"Sika..." , She mumbles as she stares at her son with fear.

"Everything will be alright son, is just a dream.", She hugs him and pulls him back slowly. "You have to get prepared for your training, and remember", she pauses. " Never tell anyone who you are or where you came from. "

His mood changes as he becomes sad.

" What's the point?, Everyone hates me, I'm like a disease toward them. ", He gesticulates. " And whenever I try talking with actual words, people die! ", His mood changes as he pushes himself out from the bed, getting hold of his jacket.

"I can't continue to live this way. I rather be of waste than getting spit at every single time I get to walk by." He opens the door and tries walking out.

His mum stands up as she walks slowly to him.

"Son"

He stops.

" Always remember, no matter what people say, you will always be the most powerful being any universe has known. Your special son, and no one can change that" he ducks his face backwards a little and walked out shutting the door.

He walked through the streets as he stuck his hands into the pockets of his jacket, mothers drags their kids toward themselves as they watch him pass by, he walked right into where his age mates were playing.  He stops as he looks around.

"Can I join?" He gesticulates.

They all pause as a guy walks toward him.

" You walk right into our game as though you possess a camouragee of guards behind you, you bloody hell. ", Logan tries apologising with his hands.

The guy punches him hard on the cheeks as he falls to the ground.

"No one understands what you say. You freak! ", He spits at him and laughs with his other friends.

Luthor gradually stands up, he clutches his fist as his eyes turned yellow. The earth became vibrating.

They all stare at him as fear grips them.

"You have no idea", he thought as he whistles. A force emits from his mouth and pushes the guy far away as he hits his back against a wall.

The rest looks at him sternly with fear as they walk backwards.

" His the abomination, the curse!",

The wind pressure began increasing as it blows heavily throughout Logan.

" Get lost!! ", He yelled at them as a great tremendous force blasts at them, ripping their fleshes off their bones with the destruction of houses around the area. His heart pounds in anger as he turns back gradually. Everyone stared at him with fear as they withdrew into their houses. He sees his mum staring at him from a corner and tried reaching out to her but she runs. He stops with tears flooding in his eyes. He runs into the kingdom toward the back of a tent as he sits there.

"Are you excited about the big event", a voice came up within the tent.

Luthor rises up slowly as he gave in an ear to what was said.

"The King's hosting this huge event, where princes and diverse warriors from different kingdoms comes to challenge the heir to the throne as part of his trail to prove his strength as to rule the people of Arcadia when his king. They will all fight against themselves, the survival amongst the warriors shall have the opportunity to battle against the prince and when won, gets to out throne the prince and become heir. ", The voice spoke as Luthor steps backwards slowly making a sound.

The voice stopped.

" Who's there?!"

Luthor runs out of there as he runs toward the place he stays.

He shuts the door as his mum startles.

"Not only you killed those kids, now we've been ordered to live this kingdom for good and never to return... How would we survive out there alone with no resources or food. " Morgan cries as she bends her head.

Luthor walks to her and sits down, he holds her holds and turns her to him self.

" I have a way out from all this. ", He gesticulates.

His mum cries out the more as she bends down.

He turns her again.

" Im srs mum. There's this event going on in the palace. Whosoever defeats the prince gets to be the heir. ", he smiles.

" You would do no such thing", she lashed out as she removes his hands. "How many times do I have to tell you, we have no business with the palace. We were banished!".

Luthor becomes angry.

" You've told me this over and over again but yet, never told me the reason behind our banishment. Why were we banished mum, what business did we have in the palace that led to our banishment when I was a child. ", He says with his hands.

She looks away as she looks back up.

"That's clearly not your business son. You won't understand. " she walks toward the window and turns to him.

" Then you have no say in what I'm about to do. Whether you like it or not. I've been trying for this moment all through my life and you want me to sit back and let to one opportunity fade away. ", He pauses. " I'm going and i will gather as much money and bring it home. We're slowly dying mum, we're broke to the core, everyone tends to be an enemy to us now. And you expect me to fold my arms and watch you die after everything we've passed through together. ", She tries talking but he interrupts her as the building starts shaking.

"I am tired of hiding, tired of living this way. And whether they accept me or not. I don't give a shit. ", He gesticulates angrily as he walks out.