Eradonia

My life had been whacked ever since I was born, although not as whacked as it would become when I was brought to Eradonia but whacked nonetheless. I was born in a taxi cab believe it or not.

I was a large baby, 1 pound of pure pudgy fat all wrapped around in a skin bag with a brain to keep me working is how I like to say it. My mom who got pregnant by accident was rushing to the hospital but me being the eager beaver I am, wanted to get the hell out of her.

No I don’t remember how her insides look, thank God for small miracles. I was born then and there, right smack on the back seat of a taxi driver. As its been told the taxi driver fainted at the sight and swirved off the side of the road into a pole.

He died but me and my mom survived, that was only the beginning of my weirdness. Eradnia doesn’t get into the picture yet, that comes when I turn 19. I learnt how to talk at a very young age, which freaked my parents out.

Rather than a first word I had a first sentence, but I suppose the beginning of that sentence would be my first name. I said, " Lucy, get off them drugs"

Of course I didn’t know what I was saying, but my mom did lots of drugs and as far as I know still does, and people always said those exact words. After that more and more words came, and I was the most profane witty little baby on the block.

The block was not such a nice place, which would explain my profanity. Gang wars were the norm, by the age of 7 I knew how to use a gun and could kill a man in cold blood, self defence only. I forgot the city I lived, it had a tall tower and I have a vague memory of Blue Jays.

Once I started school I entered my fun days, school was way too easy for me and I passed everything with ease. Of course being in a catholic school my teachers freaked out each time I said something like, " Holy jumping shit pile" and other similar curse words.

But despite this I was the genius, I was fit as well. I got very strong very fast, not terminator strong but strong enough to beat the crap out of anyone that tried to pull a wool over my eyes.

Anger management problems? Far from it, I never got angry. I seen it as delivering punishment, every action has a reaction. They try something on me and I punch em out, its the laws of nature.

But I progressed in all my studies in this manner, getting an average of 100% for every class, but I was far from being a nerd. I had perfect vision and used my wit to my own amusement. Using complicated words to stump my classmates.

I made money, but never really was interested in the many girls flirting with me. Not that I was gay, I was far from it. But I loved to toy with them, lead them on and then suddenly and abruptly in the rudest and most hilarious fashion denying them completely and embarrassing them in front of the entire class.

I was a mean person, I still am. But with my incredible wit came a strong urge for superiority. I had to keep my power updated all the time, my way of doing this was manipulating everyone around me.

My mom was poor and I barely seen her which was ok, I made my own money. I graduated from little school with my usual 100% average, I wasn’t tall but I was very muscular. With curling brown hair and hazel brown eyes I was the best of the best.

Everyone despised me, but what were petty concerns like friends and respect compared to genius and superiority. I won all the money things, except for the most respectable. That went to the nerd of the class with an 87 average who always helped others with their homework and got picked on by everyone.

Newman was his name, he would be in Eradonia as well. But I’ll get to that part shortly, and only the first chapter is going to be me rambling. I figured I should explain how I got to Eradonia before I actually started the story.

High school was no different than little school, except for more minds to toy with, more money to make. By 17 I had my full license and rather than partying and drinking away and smoking away my brain cells I was the designated driver, for a significant price of course.

The teachers loved my academic level but hated my personality, but as they kept on saying over and over again, " With that ruthlessness and intelligence, you can do pretty much anything."

They were right, I held no respect to them. Newman followed me in all my classes, being the nerd as usual. He got smaller glasses and had a lot of friends but was still a nerd in my eyes. I had no real job, I just conned people and used other people’s credit cards to make my money.

I didn’t spend any of it, I saved it up and had about 50 000$ stored up. My mom was just the person in the background barely keeping the house together by then, I didn’t even remember her name.

Then the time came, the pivotal moment. I suppose in a story it would be the time where the traumatic event occurs. Well, I was graduating from high school. Walking up leading the class in that ridiculous robe with the stupid hat. Then it all began.

I was gone, no longer graduating. No longer in whatever city I had been, I was laying in the middle of a field. Newman was there as well, his little rimless glasses still intact. The crescent moon was up, I got up on my feet and began to explore this strange place.

I was in a field like I said before, the long grass swayed in a harmonious dance with the wind. The air was completely pure, no toxins or impurities to endanger my lungs. No sounds of cars or other city things, it was all quiet.

Crickets could be heard, for the first time in my life I had met a mystery. One I could not solve, at least not with my rational mind. Not with my limited mind, as genius as I was I had been corrupted by the inferiors and their limited education. I had only been able to master what they taught me, and what I could research on the internet.

Photographic memory, I was a black belt in ninjutsu and was stronger than most people. Able to lift 5 times my weight, and if I weighed 160 pounds that would make me able to lift 800 pounds. But I knew from this moment on my life was whacked, because that’s when the moon spirit came to me.

He looked ridiculous, He came down from the crescent moon which reminded me of that song that other moms sang to their normal kids about the man on the moon, and something about a cow.

He wore a blue robe, his skin was a pale yellow and he had silver eyes, he spoke in the most solemn and omnipotent voice my ears had ever heard. He said, " Welcome to Eradonia mortal, I am Lunarite, ruler of the Lunar Assassin Empire."

Me still being my witty self replied in a sarcastic voice, " Wow, you got like superpowers and abilities and such things, why are you talking to a mere mortal? If your an assassin shouldn’t you be killing me?"

Lunarite doubled back in maniacal laughter, as though what I said was the funniest thing ever. He explained, " You are very witty for a mortal for a human, I sense much potential in you. Plus you do not have that annoying moral barrier most humans have, which is why I haven’t killed you."

This place was getting more and more mysterious, not the fact that I had potential. I knew I was as good as humans got, but putting aside my grand intelligence and great fighting skills why would he spare me.

I asked my final question, I did not know it would be my final question but after this I would be convinced. " What about the other human, Newman? You killed hi? He don’t have nothing special. And if I may ask, what do you want with me?"

Without hesitating Lunarite replied, " He is of no importance, I will let him join the rest of the lowly humans in Eradonia. As for you, I know you want more knowledge and power. I can grant you both and much more, you can become the first hybrid Lunar assassin. You will have all the powers we have and none of the weaknesses."

I could not resist such an offer, I never thought to ask the price because I would have done anything for more power. I raised my hands and said, the last thing I ever said as a human, " Where do I sign, you got a recruitment office near here or something?"

Lunarite smiled at this and put his arms up in the air, murmuring something into the air a bright beam came from the moon and landed upon me. I felt myself begin to change, I felt power surge throughout my body like no nuclear reactor could ever produce.

My hair began to grow and change to a shining silver hair going down to my shoulders, my eyes did not become silver but crescent moons replaced my pupils. Suddenly my vision became perfect, as though it was not night at all.

My already muscular body became ten times stronger, my muscles did not get bigger but I was much stronger. I could feel it in my arms, my energy augmented making me feel like I had slept the recommended hours, even better.

My skin paled becoming corpse white, the transformation was complete. My soul had changed as well, I had so much knowledge it was unbelievable. But I no longer had the thirst for power, I had all the power I would ever need.

I bowed to Lunarite and said, " My eminence, I am ready to work for under your command."

And from that day everything was changed, from that day my whacked life became that much more whacked. From this point on I will not be talking to you directly, I will still be in the story but no longer shall this tale be told in the 1st person. It will be from Newman’s perspective, who proved to be more troublesome than Lunarite ever could have predicted.