The Boy At The Park

Aiden sat in his bright red chair in the boldly colored classroom, resting his head in his hand.

He sighed.

Currently, the teacher was explaining the basics of bloodlines, something nearly everybody in this room already knew about.

"Everything has a bloodline— even if they do not physically have blood. Despite it's name, a bloodline is actually every part of your being. It is engraved on every cell of your body. On every sliver of your soul.

The teacher smiled "As you may know, to become more powerful, you must refine your bloodline by cycling mana through your body, enhancing your physical capabilities slightly, increasing regeneration, and most importantly, expanding your mana capacity.

"Though you are born with hundreds of bloodlines, the higher the purity of a single lineage you were born with, the easier it will be to begin the refining process."

Aiden huffed in boredom, closing his eyes.

"Most of us are born with at least 20% bloodline purity of a race classified as High Human. Another 20% is made up, typically, of hundreds of random conflicting bloodlines. This leaves the remaining 60%.

"There is a very large array of possibilities in this remaining 60%. One person might have random bloodlines that are too weak to be used as they come, just like the 20% that everybody has.

"There is also a possibility to have a high human bloodline that exceeds 20%.

"Today, we will be learning about all kinds of bloodlines!"

The teacher droned on seemingly endlessly and by the time she was done, Aiden was nearly asleep.

Finally, the bell rang. It was time to leave.

Placing all of his papers in his folder, he put it all away carefully into his little backpack. Throwing it over his shoulder, he walked over to Alex who was actually asleep.

Pushing him over, Alex fell out of the chair and hit the floor with a thud. Despite this he didn't wake up. On the contrary, he cured up in a ball and smacked his lips.

Aiden paid him no mind, packing his little brother's things away just like his own, putting everything into his own backpack.

Glancing up, he hurried over to Ava. She had been trying to zip up her coat, but the zipper had gotten stuck. Her eyes of violet and gold were covered in glossy tears, making her appear even more doll-like.

Carefully reaching over, he took a moment to unzip her coat and successfully zip it back up, hugging her and patting her on the head a few times, giving her much-needed comfort.

"Don't cry, you don't want your eyes to be all red for your first singing lesson, do you?"

Ava shook her head repeatedly, scrunching up her face, trying to force the tears back in.

Aiden just laughed and walked over to Alex.

Bending down, he grabbed him by the ankle and began to drag him to the door way.

"Let's go. We don't want to be late, do we?"

Ava skipped over, a smile on her face. She opened the door, holding it open so her brothers would have an easier time.

Dragged out of the building by his brother, Alex didn't even flinch when his body went down the three steps it took to exit the building.

It had been two months ever since he had been 'forced' to wear the gravity increasing array, and by now, he would be able to fight naturally in an environment with 17 times gravity. This was nothing.

But to those watching three little kids walk down the street, one skipping happily, another completely emotionless, and a third being drug by his ankles, this was not normal.

The school was located on a large plot of land, and because it was a school for children there was a large playground built. The triplets had to walk past said playground if they wanted to get to their destination.

As it was now after school hours, the park was open to the public.

There was a large range of people already there despite it only being 30 minutes after the release time. The siblings were only leaving school late because the teacher had been jabbering on about all the different bloodlines and Ava had wanted to stay and listen to it, hence they were in a slight hurry to get to their destination.

Though they still had 45 minutes until class at the studio would begin, it would take at least 25 minutes to get their by foot.

Dragging his brother through the path in the park, they passed by a mini-playground consisting of a slide, rock wall and two swings.

There, only a young boy and a middle aged man, likely a servant based on his attire, were present.

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(??? POV)

It didn't take long until I was board with the slide and rock wall so I quickly ran over to the swings, sitting on one and pumping my feet.

The butler, Theodore, followed me around. He held a camera carefully, the smooth white device was worth more then his yearly pay- he couldn't afford to be careless.

Tapping the black band on my wrist, my face in real-time appeared on a holoscreen that popped up.

Beneath that was a list of comments:

Some held questions for me while others were just exclamations of affection.

I was live-streaming, something that came naturally to me. I talked to the camera like it were my best friend— because that is what it was.

"Theodore said we can get some ice cream later. Which kind should I get?" I asked.

Though no response was heard, the comments on the stream were pouring in.

I spent some time reading them before finally settling on my choice: "Let's get Apple Pie flavored ice cream. That's dad's favorite."

It had not been even a few moments when the words fell from my lips that I noticed something peculiar out of the corner of my eye.

Freezing in place, my viewers instantly noticed the strange reaction.

My eyes were locked on three children: 2 boys and 1 girl.

The girl was skipping happily along, stopping every now and then to let her brother, who was dragging another boy, to catch up with her before skipping off again.

The three were strikingly similar, it was nearly jarring.

Theodore slowly panned the camera over to the direction of his young master's view.

Instantly, the comments paused.

And then it exploded into a frenzy.