I Reign Supreme

From one of the dumpsters in an alley, a worn out production paper flew out after the temporal wind a moving man left behind. The paper floated erratically as it spun and circled around in air before finally resting on the visage of a person who sat awkwardly on a public bench.

Sitting comically on this bench was a fourteen years old boy. A boy who sat upside down with his head nearly inches to the ground and his legs resting apart atop the bench. It was immediately after the paper covered his entire face did he gain slight understanding of his situation. Which was he couldn't understand why he felt the way he did. He tried connecting the floor with his feet but whenever he tried it seemed the ground went further apart from him.

Subsequently, he began recollecting memories of the past night.

He and his uncle, well mainly his uncle, were challenged the previous night to a drinking contest which after he imbibed seven tankard of beer while his uncle devouring over two times of his. After leaving the bar completely tanked up, he went straight for home and he was very certain he laid on his bed. But now why did it feel like he had his backbones crushed to something? Why did it feel like his head was growing heavier and heavier by the minute?

Just as he ended his thoughts and was about opening his eyes to greet another day he would triumph his adversaries…

'Come now kids, don't go astray. You don't want to end up like them.' A feminine voice sounded from within.

Vester's face was contorted under the paper. Was there an unidentified burglar from last night with him in his apartment? Wait, or did his uncle shelter a scrubber from last night?

'These two, are the epitome of immorality.' Another person articulated.

Vester's countenance darkened more under the paper. These scrubbers were really stepping on his tails to say such. Did they think he was drunk asleep to utter such pillories?

'Like father like son.'

Okay that's it! I've got to see who were the pillocks talking garbage about my uncle and I.

A sudden gush of anger emanated from within him as he crumpled up the paper into a ball. To his surprise he wasn't in his bedroom. He was outside the building to his residence!

'Urgh…' He slowly repositioned his sitting position by switching the locations of his head and b.u.t.t. After that what came into view was shocking.

'Where am I?' He vigorously assailed the back of his hair while searching for a conceivable answer. But no, he's got nothing.

Ahead of him was a hectic village, the shinning rooftops of mottled houses l.u.s.tred under the sunlight while hazy sounds of people shouting to advertise their goods went round the market, bells chiming here and there coupled with various sounds of gregarious animals as they walked pass.

It must have been the moonlight from yesterday completely deceived his visions, even his mind. While this market was dark and empty last night, he thought he had arrived at his home, fully drunk.

He calmly surveyed his surroundings and found another person laying next to him. From his deductions, this person's lying style was not different his a bit. Only the person's head connected to the ground better than his did.

'Uncle Zizz!' Vester exclaimed at the stranger and shook its body.

'Wait, you can't leave me… I have tw–.' The man's unconscious speech was shortened by Vester.

'Wake up uncle Zizz!'

'No! I love you! Come back too me-.' Zizz continued in his gibberish talk.

'Wake up!' Vester bellowed at Zizz but it was to no avail.

*sob!* *sob!*

Zizz even went ahead to shed invisible tears attracting more eyes and ears to their actions. Vester stood up finally after realising how hung his uncle was. He took about seven tankard but his uncles took two times his. To him, a single day wouldn't be enough for his uncle to regain his senses.

Vester took up both Zizz's leg and placed them previously to where he sat, making Zizz lie horizontally on the bench. He then turned Zizz clockwise on the chair so as to make him sit appropriately. After that he placed one of Zizz's arm over his shoulder and took him up the bench gradually. Step by step, the two heaved themselves up to their apartment.

'Hey, Zizz what'd you do to my wife?!' An angry voice reverberated down the hallway. The speaker stood at the other end of the hall which was currently were they were backing. Due to the immense light outside produced, only the silhouette of the speaker could be seen.

When Vester heard this, he struggled to turn himself and Zizz towards the source of the voice and when he did, he squinted his eyes against the light in hope to draw a better picture of the speaker.

Slowly with heavy steps, while the speaker backed the light, he came in closer to them and made out for Vester his physical appearance.

This man was around his late thirties but looking as vibrant as ever. His amber hair shining with quality, his obsidian pupils filled with valour and even his muscles were still flexed under the common leather armour he had on. The moment he step closer and the light rays converged to his back, he looked like the mightiest of them all while constantly exuding the sensation of a Paladin.

Well, this sort of quality were ordures to some people. For Vester, he cared less about this turd of a man who stood between him and his apartment. He was almost ten metres to his door and this man was only less than five away from him. If he was to make a run for it… who was he kidding. The man would smite him before he could say Jack Robinson.

'You won't elude me this time. I have searched the seven districts, I have conquered the native Ascenders, I have fought th–'

'Urgh, close your gob.' The man's speech was cut short by Vester's blunt response.

'I see, you're the offspring of Zizzle the Deflowerer.'

The man scornfully spoke. 'Prepare to meet your demise if you stay. Or, you could just ditch Zizzle and live another day.'

Vester mockingly stared at this man before saying, 'And you are?'

Surprisingly, the man chuckled then responded with authority, 'I am Dion. Warrior of the Sixth District Sentinels.'

'And what do you want?' asked Vester impassively.

Suddenly the man became solemn, 'Your guardian or whatever he is to you took my woman for a night after he brainwashed her with his wiles. Since that day I have chased him for years.'

'Now you found him, what are you going to do?' Vester raised the back of his left foot and placed it untop his right foot so he could pull out his right leg from his scandals while still pretending to care about what the man flagrantly w.h.i.n.ed about.

'Now, I will take him to face his retribution.' the man took out his fist and moulded it while speaking.

'Well try some other time, we're close.' said Vester as he turned around to back the man and began walking away slowly with Zizz.

'I must warn you boy, we sentinels are very regimented towards handling issues. Like this.' the man spoke in a deep low voice.

'I've played this game before and I always win.' Vester proudly replied as he walked away.

'I see, I'll put you six feet under the ground next to him.' said the man slightly infuriated at Vester's actions.

Vester calculated the length from his position to his door and that of the man to him. It turned out the man was closer to him than he was to his door. With this, it was certain the man would get to them first before he could lunge himself and his uncle that far.

But he had a plan…

Instead of contemplating on how to throw themselves, he decided to fling just his uncle at his five metres door. When the man saw this, he propelled himself at Vester. When Vester saw this, he pushed his right hand left-ward, making him spin on his left foot towards the oncoming man and swiftly sending his right leg into the air, straight to the man's face.

The man was puzzled after Vester displayed such witless move.

Does he really think I wouldn't see his wobbly legs approach me? Even his leg was too short to reach me.

Seeing Vester's legs were still inches from his face, the man continued to dive forward, ignorant of what Vester had under his sleeves. Or rather, under his leg.

As Vester threw his right leg at the man, the scandal on his right foot was launched at the man at an unprecedented speed. The man had already sent forth his head as if he knew Vester's plan so the collision of both parties was without a doubt, certain.

After the impact the scandal delivered to the man's nose, there was splendid spray of crimson liquid that gushed out from his nose, turning his nose bridge into a plum apple fruit. Back at Vester, he quickly made use of this time by jolting towards his uncle. He wasted no time as he took his uncle from the ground and slid the door at his left to the right, throwing himself and Zizz in.

The man was too busy c.a.r.e.s.sing his bleeding nose and could only dart an angry look at Vester, 'Why you…!' he exclaimed and lunged at the door they went through.

He tried forcing the door down with his shoulder but it stood firm even after several attempts. 'Your playing with something you can't handle boy! Open this door!' the man screamed every word.

On the other side of the door, Vester rested his back at the door and slid down unto the ground. He looked at Zizz who was still oblivious to the situation they were in and heaved a sigh of relief.

'I said we're close! Literally. Go away!' shouted Vester.

The man robbed off the streak of blood on his upper jaw with his forearm as he spoke in a muffled tone, 'I will wait for you both, beware!'

Vester could only stare up at the ceiling silently while exposing a thoughtful look. Gradually, footsteps from outside his apartment were lost far into the hallway. Only at this moment did he rise to his feet and picked up Zizz from the ground while muttering to himself, 'Great, we just made another enemy.'