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Hello there... Welcome, Welcome, please get comfortable for this will be quite the story. A great story by my own opinion, ahem. This story belongs to Jack Sparrow: he was once a... Bully. As one might say, until he met his match who stopped him with her impressive Magicia. After walking the path of the righteous and noble, he changed himself; he changed how he treated those around him, he fixed what he broke, he healed that he hurt. As he grew up, he helped more than he hurt, he learned and now, he is becoming a source of inspiration for others that were like him, once. This is the story of Jack Sparrow....

the birds are singing, as the early light of the morning sun, slowly paints the sky...

Good morning, me! Alright, today's the first day of the year, 1, January 2019. Getting out of bed earlier then I usually do, today just feels like one of those days... Getting ready for the day, I go through the routine on autopilot; with that done, time to make breakfast for everyone. Going downstairs to the kitchen before everybody else, I start frying some eggs on a medium size pan and cooking some meat on another, and while they cook I quickly put a couple of slices of bread into the toaster and pour a bowl of cereal and milk, knowing their breakfast, I made everything just how they like it. For Mom, Sun sides up, crispy bacon, and a glass of tomato juice. For Sarah my older sister, a plate of scrambled eggs with dark sauce, crispy bacon, and a glass of chocolate milk. Last but not least, for Yasmin our younger sister, a plate of toast with butter and a bowl of cereal, and a glass of water... Now what's my breakfast? Glad you asked! I'm having mixed omelettes, sausages, and a glass of milk for my bones. Hearing thudding footsteps steamrolling down from the second floor, and down the stairs, there's only 1 person in this house, that is this loud and oh sweet starberries does she know how to push my buttons...

Sara" hey Spunky! You're up early, you got places to be or somethin? Oh, and thanks for bfast BTW, these are delicious..."

Meet my older sister, Sara Sparrow; she is a full fledged comedian and oddly a influencer of the popular trends in MagWeb. And a professional at pushing people's buttons! Specifically. Mine! Anyways, she is loud, bubbly and a complete utter funball, to everybody else, and she's a pretty respectable older sister when she isn't pushing my buttons. Which is very, very, very, very, very.... Seldom.

" Loud as always, good morning to you too, Sara; yeah, I do have places to go."

Yasmin" yo dude, morning. Thanks for bfast."

This is our younger sister, Yasmin Sparrow; thankfully she is a complete opposite of Sara, because I'm sure I'd go crazy if there were 2 Sara here. Yasmin is still in highschool, but she's defs got big potential to be highly skilled Magicia user, thanks to all those sleepless nights pouring blood, sweat, and tears into it. That aside, she can defs take up DJ-ing if it doesn't works.

" Morning to you too, Yasmin; you're welcome."

Sadie" g'morning pumpkins, thanks for cooking pumpkin, sooo is there something you'd like to tell me."

Meet our mom, Sadie Sparrow; she's a super mom, a great painter, fiery personality but she's basically awesome. Although she is pretty much the older version of Sara, which gives me a major headache when they both act the same but that aside, she's also surprisingly wise and even though she doesn't has any kinda flashy or ultra op Magicia talents, she sometimes gives me the feeling like she could see what's to come or just the right thing to say to help someone out.

" Good morning Mom, and nah I just felt like waking up a little earlier than I usually do, also you're welcome."

Having breakfast together, we didn't always had mornings that starts out like this, in fact, it wasn't even that long ago and yet it felt like ages has passed. Finishing up and putting my dishes in the sink, I leave our home waving goodbye, hopefully I'll make it early to Fuller Academy: only one of the most popular academies that accepts common folk and the upper class with little judgements. Running on the sidewalk and through winding back alleys, the smells of kitchens and fresh air from the ocean fills my nose, I think I smelled someone cooking a triple layered chocolate cake with vanilla and star berries? Leaving the winding back alleys, the Felhan Bridge stands tall not too far away, one of Sun Coral City's monuments, built by Sir Felhan Dupre; a Grandmaster of architecture, he designed a lot, and I mean, a lot of the homes and public buildings in Sun Coral City. Alright... I just need to believe in myself, I can do this, I got this... Breathing in deep, I close my eyes visualizing the spell I want to cast in my mind, reciting the words, a tingling sensation runs up my back. Running to the other side of the sidewalk, I jump up to the railing, I push with everything I've got and walking in the air, I'm actually doing it! Reaching half the river, after another step the spell gives way and falling, crashing into the cold water seems inevitable and as I brace for impact... I'm still dry? Opening my eyes, Tyrian Purple Aura keeps me from getting soaked from head to toe, and without a doubt this can only belong to 1 person; Kimberly Sahara Satrivatin, 4th eldest daughter of the Satrivatin Family, and also my best friend. Floating me across to the other side sidewalk, she sets me down and effortlessly floats across with her Tyrian Purple Aura glowing on her body, landing gracefully with poise and perfect balance.

Kimberly: Good morning, Jackie, why are you awake this early? How out of character, but it is nice to see you so refreshed." Her voice warm as a fireplace in winter, velvet and deep with an air of mystery to her, the way her character and brilliance shows same as royalty. Her chocolate sun kissed tan skin, radiant as the sun shines bright from the sky. Racing each other to Fuller Academy, I'd hoped my losing streak would finally come to an end, but as always Kimberly pulls ahead winning effortlessly. Another flawless victory to go down in our personal racing record book, oh Merciful One, when can I win? I guess I should tell y'all that I am practically useless with Magicia, and what's worse is I'm a Disabled. With no Magicia, I'm always at a disadvantage in anything, especially fights, which is why I've had to bust my chops to even have a shot at standing toe to toe with anybody... Fuller Academy, built on top and along Boro Mountain, it isn't the tallest mountain in the world but it's also not the shortest. A grand fort previously used as one of the main strongholds of The Ascended Prodigy, she not only created and found Magicia, she was also among the first generation of scientist, during the Värhūchtenheim Wars. She and the heroes of the United States, defended the western nations from his, incursions, and Sun Coral City became a major point during the War, hence why the stronghold was constructed and now 187 years later, it stands as a place of to learn, knowledge to be shared and taught. High ceilings, tall windows with metal bars built into it, and tons and I mean tons of candles, books, and of course, Magicia. Pretty much everybody else here besides myself, is decent in Magicia, so yeah I'm not what you would call by any measure of the mind, a main character. I'm shorter than most guys my age, not the smartest academically, especially in Magicia, so yeah I practically am not the main character at all. Instead there is Rex a.k.a Main Character of this story, he's tall, athletic, suuuper in Magicia only falling slightly short to Kimberly, and most of all, he was always the good guy. Oh! He's also from a wealthy family, though they are nothing compared to The Satrivatin Family. Than of course there is Robert, the jerk who just for some reason continuously hurls insults and quite often tries and beats me up in and out of the ring, overall he's more annoying than anything else.

Grayson: yo Bro! You're early, you got a date or something?" His voice deep as the ocean and full of confidence, like the light of the sun. Meet Grayson Henry Stoke, another best friend I have, he's nice and a little loud, big as a Liobear with an appetite to match. Just so you know, he's also very helpful when you're in a pinch to fix something.

" what's up with me waking up early? Also, no, I don't have a date."

Grayson: sure Bro, whatever you say-" punching my arm, I cut him off, insisting that there's no way somebody like me can get a date.

Grayson: that's only because you are shy, c'mon Bro... Do you want your Bro to set you up with a cutie?" wiggling his brows, the change of tone in his voice is so embarrassing, and knowing him, I won't be surprised if the others know about it before lunch break. Insisting that I'm fine, he laughs and says he needs to go meet with our friends before classes starts, leaving, he walks away and after a turn he's out out of sight, walking with Kimberly to her first class of the day, this is pretty much a thing we've been doing since we became friends. That was forever ago, time sure does fly... Of course, the whispers and bad mouthing starts flooding in now that I'm on my own, honestly I shouldn't be complaining, not when I was on the other side, but this is getting repetitive and annoying, seriously, get some new material will you!? Entering my first class of the day along with the other students, I find my spot hunker down and ready to start, after all, out of every teacher in Fuller Academy, only he is the closest to me. Stepping inside the hollow sound of footsteps, a man well dressed, with an air of mystery. Basically the cool sensei in any story...

Mr. Earl: good morning everyone, how are all of you?" deep as the seas and calm as the forest that surrounds Boro Mountain, the same air of mystery shrouds his voice. Responding positively, Mr. Earl starts class and today we're covering what we've been learning for the last half a year, how to use Magicia for espionage and the strategies that are vital for us to know. Mirror Eyes: a Magicia espionage skill that let's the user not only see through psychic traps and spells that messes with your head, but it also helps us find clues and information that we would miss otherwise. Ghost Walking/Running/Etc: this one is pretty much what you'd think it is, moving silently that no one could hear you, and it gets even better, more effective as you use it often, another great Magicia espionage skill. The final subject, Camilleon: a Magicia espionage skill that let's the user blend with their surroundings, same drill with Ghost Walking, the more you use it the better it gets. *H**ours pass* before the sound of Mr. Earl's stop clock sings, signalling lunch break, flooding out of the classroom a sea of students chanting their favorite food and very, very, dramatically excited that class is done. Sticking behind with Mr. Earl, we chat for a bit before I head on out to the cafeteria before the vultures come and take what's left, arriving to a riot of voices and people sitting and some standing in line for their turns, I snatch a tray and pray that hopefully there's still anything left by the time I get my turn; 25 minutes later, I am left with, scraps, just scraps. 1 plain bagel, an apple, a quart of full cream extra calcium milk, and a single raw carrot. A single. Raw. Carrot... What the heck?? Where did they even get it?! Oh well, today's not my day, swiveling my head around the Eating hall, even with a sea of heads at every table, nobody comes close to Grayson and my friends, they just scream main cast characters. Traversing a minefield of legs trying to trip me and backs casually shoving my hips, this is getting old, passing Robert's table, I take an extra step away and of course he can't stand not being a jerkwad, throwing a sitting whip leg kick, it snaps my right calf and hearing his entire table burst to laughter and name calling, I can't be bothered... Sitting down at our table, the whole crew's here: fluffy cotton autumn brown hair, sporting unique goggles, with a style to match, our resident science major.... Lars Arie Mars! Next up, in the Magicia corner, standing as tall as Kimberly, with a classy Mage aesthetic, neck long hair and a very charming smile... Jeremy Peters! Last but not least, an advance Magicia Mage, she is on her best day just as good as Kimberly, rocking like Rollin Boulevard... Danni Max Nauss! My BFF'S since forever ago...

Lars:... He did it again, didn't he?" His voice higher than most guys our age, unique and just super kind. Honestly, I did not know you can sound kind, like I know how nice people sound but never kind, not until Lars showed up.

" don't-"

Danni: let me guess? "Don't worry about it, guys, I'm totally fine." Sounds 'bout right?" Her voice raspy and rocking like thunder, but sometimes, she's soft and sweet like MoMo balls. A little tip, do not, I repeat, do not ever get on her bad side! I shit you not!

" guys, I'm-"

Grayson: Trash face, honestly, he's begging for a can of whooping! C'mon Bro, let me at 'im!" This isn't good... Raising his voice, a stormy ocean with crashing waves, scorching as the surface of the sun, I do not want a trip to the Head Dean's office this early in the day... Holding onto his arm like a thick branch, thankfully Danni comes in with the save and calms the big guy. Crisis, averted...

Kimberly: Jackie, just say the words, pleeease... You would be doing me, a tremendous favorrr..." Stretching the word Kimberly purrs and this is one of those things I haven't mentioned, yeah, she is very. Very. Very... Flirtatious. Like what?? Sometimes I really can't with her, but I guess that's part of her charm... Eating lunch without any further interruption from people who should just mind their own business! I finish early so I go on ahead, before the rest of them finish lunch, walking through the hallways of Fuller Academy with its tall ceilings, windows that filter the light of day in a way that's straight out a fairytale, ooh and awesome rooms and a sorta secret not so secret, haunted library... Pretty creepy but cool! Sitting down on my desk, Mr. Earl isn't here so I guess I'm extra early. A short while later and Mr. Earl's class resumes until the sun starts sinking below the Earth, hearing the stop clock singing, the entire class breaks out in cheers and laughter, flooding out of Mr. Earl's classroom. Staying behind with Mr. Earl, asking how was my day outside of his classroom, I tell him that it was fine and not much happened aside from me having scraps for lunch, ruffling my hair, he smiles and says I should get to the cafeteria before everybody else.

" so Mr. Earl, what about you? How's your day?"

Mr. Earl: perfect, Jack, thank you for asking. You know, I love to talk more but you should hurry to P.E; Coach Brunhilde is rather, sensitive today." Oh. Oh ho oh, I know this smile and tone, Mr. Earl isn't joking. I better get there fast! Waving goodbye to Mr. Earl, I dash out of his classroom swimming through a sea of students, all in a rush to get to P.E before Coach Brunhilde busts our chops for being late, even if it's a second, she's still gonna bust your chops. Screeching the polished hardwood floors of the Fuller Academy P.E grounds, everyone takes their spot on the bleachers, muscling my way I practically run my head into the shoulder or sometimes elbows of anyone who's taller, and believe me, this happens so much that I've pretty much gotten immune to it. Cutting their whispers with her voice, the P.E grounds falls ghost-quiet, all of us turned to statues, with only our breaths and the squeaking of her shoes shattering the silence...

Coach Brunhilde: Listen up! I expect to see all of you giving above your all! All of you, clearly don't know how important it is to have a reliable body. Get moving!" Yikes.. Mr. Earl, I don't think this is what you'd call, being sensitive, no no no. She's an active volcano that's what she is! Her deep and quiet low voice, instilling a level of fear that gets us moving; jumping right into stretches and warm-ups. Pairing everyone with a sparring partner, the first sparring match is between Grayson and a jock that's almost as big, but he falls short, quite literally. Watching their sparring match: Grayson has a good base for striking on his feet, although where he really out do everybody else, is his ground game and throws, he will have you seeing the ceiling before your back can slam the earth. And his base for ground striking, defending, and submissions, is unshakable. Even when we spar he wins 10/10 on the ground, hands down he's the best in Fuller Academy, all while he's proficient in Magicia, unlike me... The jock on the other hand, seems to practice some sort of street boxing style, hanging his lead hand low and flicking it out like a towel at Grayson, another detail is how he winds up on his right, chopping instead of piercing through like a spear or arrow. Eating one of those chopping right, Grayson has a granite chin but I know he knows, he can't keep eating shots like those if he wants to take him to the ground; a minute later, Grayson does what I expected he'd do. Breaking the jock's rythm via a well timed jab, he shoots for a single leg but that's a feint, the real threat is the Arm throw that introduces the ground to his back, and even from outside the ring mat, I can tell he's definitely seeing more stars than the ceiling. Stopping the sparring match, Coach Brunhilde declares Grayson the victory, smiling brighter than the sun, he shouts a victory cry and also helps out the poor jock off the floor and to the bleachers, after that the other students got their turns and not to my surprise, Lars and Jeremy didn't win; Lars lost via knockdown, sorry bro. Jeremy lost on the scorecards, he's definitely improved since we last sparred together. Oh yeah, I totally forgot to mention that all these sparring matches are done without any Magicia, just us and our physical and mental effort and skills, just the way I like. Calling my name, I wonder who Coach Brunhilde will pair me with? Hopefully it's not jerkwad, ugh, just thinking 'bout him is making my head hurt from how annoying he is... Of course... My luck is really whack today! Arrogantly strutting to the ring mat, I'm surprised he can still see where he's going when his head is so far up his own butt, slinging names and petty taunts, I won't let him have the satisfaction of knowing he can affect me by his worthless words. Taking a wide stance, both his hands swing by his hips like vines from a tree, his chin is exposed too, he probably thinks he's gonna have no problems evading my attacks with his head game, so all he needs is a flashy one punch knockout... How amateur... Taking an Orthodox Mexican stance, I glue my right hand to my cheek and tuck my chin, and just leaving my left not too far from my face to cut travel time. Starting the sparring match, he instantly dashes to the center of the ring while I take small, sliding steps to cover the distance, getting within his striking range, he flicks out flurry of jabs and they come from odd angles, eating a few, I block the rest and slowly pressure him out of the center of the ring and towards the edge. Bobbing, ducking, and weaving my head, he's whiffing air, and for the few that I can't move away in time I just block it, or deflect it, jabbing upstairs and downstairs with little power and minimal effort, my plan to lower his guard is working like a charm. Eating my punches, he counters with a hard left but instead his jaw says hello to my left hook, as I step out a tad bit pivoting into a lead uppercut that flies up from the ground, underneath his right trying to frame my head, his knees crashing to the ring mat as he folds like a yard chair. Relaxing my guard, he gets up 3 seconds later and the agony burning on his face from folding like a yard chair, is priceless... Stepping in using Magicia, he throws an uppercut right to my gut and the pain that surge throughout my body stuns me, dang, I knew he'd play dirty but he's got some skills, I need to end this before he has time to use more Magicia skills. Parrying double left straights and blocking a lead hook, I step in deep and using the wrestling skills Grayson taught, maneuver him to where I want him and land three thunderous hooks, two to the body, one to the dome. Leaning on me, his legs are dead and now it's time to end this; shoving me, he steps back on noodle legs. Diving in low to his blindspot, I hit him with a liver hook so hard I think I heard his ribs crack! Dropping to the ring mat folded up like a yard chair, this is a pretty good look on him, not bad Jack, not bad at all... Getting out of the ring Jerkwad is dragged away to the infirmary by a couple of other students, watching the rest of the students spar and after physical training, Coach Brunhilde's P.E comes to a close, making a lot of students happy. With classes over our evening's free, walking in the hallway through a sea of students, some talking by their lockers while others are walking just like me, soft gentle notes of a piano plays from the sound boxes up on the pillars that supports and connects to the tall ceilings. Getting shoved around, books are bricks and elbows hammers, all swinging at me, ignoring them, I continue to walk until the front entrance of Fuller Academy is in view. Stepping outside, a gust of fresh air fills my lungs with a deep breath and I think I'm smelling a hint of something delicious, maybe roasted meat? Vegetables? Oh... Now I'm feeling hungry...

Grayson: hey Bro, you wanna join us for dinner? Cause I'm staaaaaarvving!!" Speaking louder than him, his stomach sure is a bottomless abyss, even I have a big appetite but I don't get how Grayson can fill himself as much as he does, I'd burst from all that food in me...

" actually, I've got plans tonight, but I promise I'll be there for the next one."

Grayson:.. No sweat, Bro. C'mon Bros, let's go."

Lars: wait! Jack, you're going to sneak off and train secretly, right." Can't say Lars is wrong, and knowing how he acts when I lie to him when he's like this, it's like taking a cat for a walk, or throwing water at them, not a nice day. Fessing to his guess, he gasps and here comes the bare minimum 3-5 minutes long, verbal presentation of why he thinks it's a bad idea... My Bros always looked out for me since I joined, and I am happy but... Being a Disabled, is just a life they don't understand, I need to keep working if I want to have any chance of surviving a fight, let alone winning. Operation distract Lars is a go! Fortunately, Lars is pretty easy to distract so all I gotta do is mention a certain flavoured caffeinated beverage, and voila, he's distracted and my chance to... Run like the wind!!! Kicking it to maximum speed, I take the longer route through the forest but at least now I know for a fact I lost them, alright, just need to pick up some stuff before going to my old training grounds and then I'll be set for the night. A few bottles of electros and a gallon of good ol reliable water, I fill my thermos and lock it in with the electros in my beat up cooler, it's been with me for about as long as I can remember, and it still works great! Doing some stretches, I need to stay flexible and safe. Now I'm done, it's time to start! Taking an Orthodox stance, I throw a steady jab followed by a crisp hook, nailing the coffin with a sledgehammer right straight. My punches are definitely getting better, even though everybody says I've got nothing to be worried about, I still have a long, long, long, way to go before I'm taking down people as strong as Kimberly or Jeremy, even Danni, Grayson, and Lars are above my weight. For now... But I'll catch up with 'em real soon... Burning the daylight away until the dark of night falls, painting the once bright sky, drenched in sweat and panting with ma hands on my knees. Pain stabs the back of my left thigh, and I almost kiss the ground but that won't be enough to get me down, finding a hand-sized stone lying on the concrete, a very annoying and taunting cackle gets closer, Jerkwad stepping into view, he has a wicked grin carving his face with eyes glinting insanity...

Robert: HAHAHAHAHABWAHAHA!!!!!.... Hey Disabled! Bet that stung right?! See? You ain't got nothing on me!!" His voice is so annoying... If only there's a spell in Magicia that can permanently shut his trap! Speaking of Magicia, I can't let him charge up his Lightning Element, the longer he can build his electrical current, the higher the voltage of lightning he can throw. Cutting the distance, I tighten my guard and brace for any shock on impact but the earth gobbles up my feet and falling to my knees, he brought his friends, of course... This must be one of them Magicia, an Earth type, eh? Well it's gonna take a lot more than this to keep me down, getting back up on my feet, I explode my way out and forward, stepping in deep to the pocket I've got my lead left hook loaded and shoot! Simultaneously we connect and Jerkwad stumbles back but he won the exchange, damm, his Magicia Lightning packs a hella punch! My body feels iffy, kinda like a torch flickering... Dodging another strike trying to chop my head off, his friends decides to jump me and while I do block one of their attacks, I'm left open for the other and he capitalizes on the chance courtesy of the hard toe of his boots hitting my ribcage.... Just as I stand up to get back at him, Jerkwad comes in with another Lightning attack and this one is much higher in voltage than the last, I'll be in serious trouble if it connects, swiftly deflecting his hands by getting control of his arms, his attack does a little damage but it's alright cause I'll hit him back with a liver bomb! Crippling over and folded on the ground, this is a pretty look for him, staring down the other two dead in their eyes, they spit insults and make a run for the hills dragging Jerkwad with them. Yeah, that's right jerks! Standing on jello legs, those attacks really did a number on me ah.... Yup. Defs a few fractured ribs, and my body's still haywire from Jerkwad, ughhhhhhh..... Packing up my stuff, I haul my duffel bag and myself back home, and maybe a trip to the hospital if we're out of painkillers, so there's that, ah aha ahhh!... Hurts! It hurts... Walking through quicksand, all the adrenaline is gone and the crash is just as I remembered, terrible. Just. Terrible... After sneaking through the window into my room, I kick off my shoes and chuck my duffel on the floor, crashing down on my bed harder than a bag of rocks, alright, just gonna shut my eyes for a bit then I'll get myself patched up...

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