BEEP BEEP BEEP!

  SLAM!

  “Aaaugh.” Baruch slammed against a buzzing digital alarm clock. His right hand pressed against the smooth ink-black surface as the boy still lay in his bed. A singular oak bed with a puffy mattress on-top, a lone silk pillow and a duvet with patterns of animals. Zebras, lions, panthers— predators.

  His room was small and grey, posters of animals spread on the right hand side. He glanced around his left arm rested on the timber nightdresser, his computer was right ahead— laying on a white desk that was built by his dad. A black monitor, keyboard and mouse— books layered on books specifically about biology on desk but hidden to one side. At the front of the room was a television, it was old fashioned. Less modern compared to his computer however not ancient, what would be considered ancient was the mounted light. A small grey curtain, hanging from a grey ceiling. Other than that, the room was barren. Baruch clasped his hands together, closing his eyes as he sat up from his bed.

  “Lord Thidos. Thank you for waking me up another day.”

  The boy opened his eyes and got up from his bed, dressed in a black-white stripped pajamas. He stretched abit, yawning whilst performing triceps maneuvers; stomping his tiny feet on the ground which were covered in black socks before pushing open his door.

  CREEEEEEEEAK.

  “God forbid that sound!” Baruch covered his ears, giggling. “I thank you Thidos that Papa is not home. It would’ve woken him up and he’d be cross.” The child gave a meek smile before looking forward at the door ahead of him. The toliet of course— beside that on the right was the bathroom. Then right at his left-hand side was his Father’s room. The colours of the house were grey, a steep shade of grey. The doors however had icons depicting which room it was, for example the bathroom had a diagram of a sink layered on the panel of the door whereas his Father’s room had a prayer book instead. Opposite his Father’s room, was a door leading outside the home. Baruch steadily walked to the bathroom, pushing open the door and grabbing his toothbrush which was lying beside the pristine sink.

  BZZZZZZ.

  “Oh crap! I got to get ready for school!” Baruch shuddered as he spun on the button for the shower, the water blaring out the head as he stripped himself of his clothes. Jumping into the bathroom and cleansing himself with a bar of soap.

  BAM BAM BAM BAM!

  Large thudding sounds from above.

  “It’s always like this…”

  SLAM.

  Baruch was standing outside his home, it was one of the apartment complexes on the bottom floor— his body dressed in a school attire. Pitch-black church shoes, dark pull-up trousers and a charcoal blazer with a polka-dot red and black tie, a white buttoned shirt underneath. He sighed, his eyes feeling heavy— dark eyebags underneath as he mummured.

  “I wonder where that old man went. I haven’t seen him in nine days…”

  “Hey Baruch!”

  The boy was alerted from his gaze, parallel to him was a little girl standing outside her door. She was dressed in the same uniform, instead of trousers it was a pleated dark shirt, a white expensive watch on her right arm. Her hazel hair was dressed in a ponytail as she gave a warm smile to Baruch, her blue braces glinting. She had fair skin and sage green eyes which leered at Baruch.

  “Eeck! Emilia!” Baruch blushed as he covered his face, causing the little girl to tilt her head, a question mark floating across her head.

  “Baruch what’s wrong? We got to get to school!” She looked at the watch, “School starts in eight! It’s twenty-two minutes past eight o clock!”

  “Eeeck! Let’s rush!” Baruch ran down the left hallway— a metal plated door at the end as he barged through it, leaving the door spinning for Emillia to narrowly pass through.

  “Be careful!” She yelped as they ran out of the apartment complex.

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  The two stood outside a tall building, beside the liquor store was an academy. A large field of space with an open iron gate reading, ‘Sumaria Primary’.

  “Let’s go in then!” Emilia grabbed Baruch’s left arm— causing the boy to blush further. She ran through the automatic doors, clutching Baruch as she jolted up the stairs, each thud causing Baruch’s vision to blur more and more until he recognised the homeroom.

  “Bala-the la wa?” The boy blurted causing Emilia to laugh as she pushed open the sliding door.

  Last two to enter the class as a young lady at the front shook her head. She was dressed in sky-blue blazer and pencil-skirt, auburn hair in a bob as she wagged a piece of chalk in her hand, behind her a chalkboard.

  “Baruch Jazel and Emilia Watson, late again are we?” Miss Alibaba folded her arms, pointing to their seats at the back.

  “Hahahahaha. Losers. What’d you expect from a Medean boy. Aren’t they all hellspawn? Like that rebel Saint, what’s his name? Jeremiah De—” A pale boy with black mohawk sniggered, legs on the table.

  “Technically we aren’t.” Emilia ignored Jax gave a fake smile, pointing to the clock stuck up on the back of the class, “It still is 8:29.”

  “OOOOOOOH!” The rest of the class coo’ed as the teacher scoffed.

  “Get to your seats… we’ll be doing Hist-geography today.” Miss Alibaba rolled her eyes as the two students sat down at the back. She stared at the windows at the left hand side, which encompassed the whole rectangular room before walking closer to the chalkboard to write. “Open your textbooks.”

  Baruch looked down at his wooden desk, ignoring grafitti and remarks on his table and focused on the thick textbook in front of him. Page number thirty of the Hist-geography Book regarding history and powers. Bulks of text with pictures of powerful people such as Paris Guildford and even Miles Phillips. The man who went missing after his attempted rise alongside Amarze against God. Thidos even broadcasted that on the news!

  “Wow…”

  “Shut up geek.” Jax turned around, staring at Baruch who shuddered.

  “Before we start the education.” The teacher spoke, “Let’s all pray to our Lord.”

  Everyone in the class closed their eyes, held hands in a rectangular motion (except Miss Alibaba) and spoke in synchronisation.

  “Lord Thidos who resides in the Golden Catheral of divinity. Please hear our pleas— make our days for the rest of eternity sacred. Bless the world as you see fit, bless Sumaria. Bless Lovanka. Bless Asaldom. Bless our Trials. Bless all the parts of Floria which make us whole— and bless our hearts. Amen.”

  “Amen!”

  Miss Alibaba smiled, before turning to the chalkboard and writing briefly.

  “Long time ago… the world was one big realm. It was regarded as Omalga— Omalga is hard to explain, even for someone like me with credentials specifically for this. It’s a pseudo-endless blanket of earth, with it’s own universe inside such as space and it’s own laws of physics, dimensions and space-time continiuns. However, after Ezekiel Levy perished in a great battle he then split all three of his qualities into three unknown successors.

  As such they made their own realms with similar, if not the exact same qualities as Omalga. Each realm reflects the God that governs it, shaping its geography. However if you refer to all three of these ‘realms’ or ‘worlds’, you refer to them as Omalga.

  These three unknown successors became: Thidos, Medea and Eliza. Who now has went through a rebranding and became the wanted terrorist, Samiel. The same Samiel who is causing all this chaos.

  As seen in this textbook, not all Florians who are people who integrated into Floria after the birth of the world. Since you know, they are our ancestors— well most of us.” Miss Alibaba gave a slight glare to Baruch before continuing to speak, the book in her left hand. “Not all Florians are the same. For example, our powers. Due to our loving God’s touch, many of us have the capabilities to develop powers. Either from birth like an Invalian or from focusing all your maximun potential. Unlocking an enchant.

  Using this, you can test your luck at the trials if you are willing to go down the route of divinity.” She turned around, “Jax! Give the class the means on how to go to other realms!”

  The deliquent stood up hastily, clutching his chest and speaking boldly. “To get to other realms such as Ostra which is directly below us. You must be physically capable to go to the edge of Floria— which is practically impossible for the normal man. Then run upside down.”

  “Correct! Great as always Jax Silvo. To be able to go to Ostra, you must be able to defy reality and do the impossible! Quite insane isn’t it how each world has their own significant pieces and puzzles however with the power of someone so strong and powerful, they can be—”

  “Miss!” A little girl beside the door pointed outside the window.

  “What is it Charlott—”

  The sky turned colour— the blue faded, warped into a crimson red. The sun warped into a human’s face— a dead body. Flies roaming across the carcass’s head as their peach face was forced into a disgusting display. Flesh peeled away in ribbons that didn’t fall, but hung in the air, suspended by threads of glowing red light The face, split and crumpled. His head slumped forward, cleaved and caved on one side. His head slumped forward, cleaved and caved on one side, his eyes— gone replaced with deep hollow sockets as his mouth was wide open— revealing solely gums and no teeth, not even a tongue. Blood dripped from it’s mouth but it landed nowhere, dissipated as soon as it left their stubble.

  Elliot Timpleson.

  The six were stuck in place, unable to move— only looking up.

  Sweat couldn’t drip, fear couldn’t settle in.

  The crimson red warped into a green blanket that encompassed Floria.

  The entirety.

  Music played across the world, the sphere— the globe, it felt a music that was soothing. An orchestra sung out, it sung in a deep vocalised voice— singing. It was pleasant but the electric guitars— the piano, the trumpets.

  Everyone in Floria froze— except those in the Cathedral of course.

  The world began to shake— vibrating, violently.

  As the building began to tilt to the side.

  Then tilt.

  Then tilt.

  Then…

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  A lot went down, and from here the story begins to accelerate even faster. Every character is being tested, and every decision is reshaping the world around them.

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