Split Personalities

Chapter 1: Part 1
"Say what?!"


Have you ever tried to convince a person that magic is real? Same response with the queue on magic; it happens every time, right?

Try saying that same question to a 15-year-old, mainly this teen, Karu. He'll believe anything you say about magic, except negativity, mainly on topics behind dragons. He absolutely loves dragons, because he thinks they’re magnificent. True, dragons have evolved several times in the real world, but does anybody know about it? Not too many, since most people have let the magic slip by them.

Separate world from another; confusing, isn’t it? It just seems that magic doesn’t seem to co-exist with humans that much. At least that’s what most people think.



A room like any teen would normally have, but there wouldn’t be any huge posters hanging on ceiling or walls. The only features that would pop would be a comfy 5-piece set perfectly placed about the room, which includes a Queen-sized bed for one; video games scattered across the room either in small piles or by themselves, some missing cases, a telescope in a corner not used for gazing, but for looking deeper into a person; and a 15-year-old on the bed just thinking about his mom.

He doesn't stand above the crowd, but he’s mystifying. His eyes are like a charm: light azure like the sky and dark brown hair like the trees' branches nearby his house. He doesn't aim to be perfect; just be perfect in what he can do.

Karu has been through rough times, as his mom is unusually busy most of the time. His dad passed away when he was extremely young, and Karu has been trying to find out what had happened to him, as his mom won't talk about the past, let alone anything else, but, one time, she said that she wasn’t always this quiet. She used to talk a lot with his father, before he passed. Karu's father was a great person, yet trying to be a regular dad. Wherever Karu’s dad is, she misses him, and everything else about him, greatly. The one thing strange about the conversation is that if you’re talking about how quiet you are, you sound like you aren't.

Another time, she talked about dragons, which got him influenced on the topic. She talked about dragons pitting themselves against each other, depending on the color of the dragon. The blue dragon was known as the king, or queen, and is on the good side, and their looks are light-hearted: light blue eyes, blue scales, dark blue talons, and horns that look like they have major power stored in there. The black dragon is of evil, and that the dragon’s look is horrifying: wine-red eyes, black scales and talons, and horns that look like a demon’s, without the curvature. Karu has been amazed by this, yet scared all at once. The dragons seemed as if they are menacing, yet truly awe-inspiring. So far, that’s the longest time his mom talked. Karu really does miss those stories.


Relaxed, and bored, at the same time, thought Karu. Eh, I should expect this from now on, and, besides, it's getting normal. Mom almost never talks, and she has that weird look on her face almost every time I talk to her. Sometimes, I think she's getting.... He sighed while thinking about his mom, and he thinks about her almost all the time. Sometimes, he gets worried about her.

Karu was lying on his bed in his room, thinking about her, as usual.

"Karu." It was his mom. He's surprised, as is every time she talks.

What?  thought Karu. He wasn't surprised, even though he had an expression that looked like he's surprised. I should listen to this, as it may be important. He rethought that, knowing it's always important when his mom talks about something.

Karu's right: the last time she talked was about 3 years ago, and it also was the most recent conversation. It was about the dragons and their sacred scales. He listened in to this conversation for a long time and he was very interested in the dragons. He never heard of dragons of that kind ever, and the dragons aren’t your average ones.

"There’s a present I need for you to get. It's extremely important, and should come in this afternoon. It'll be dropped off by two mailmen in blue caps with white clothes. Tell them your name, not mine, so they can drop it off. Then carry it off to your room and open it. I'll be back a few minutes after they are here."

Karu is home-schooled, so he’ll look out for them. Coincidence that something had happened at this specific time? thought Karu. No; not this time. He thought on this throughout until noon the next day. He wondered if it was actually true, yet he was having his own argue in his head. What am I missing? Is there a hint in what she said, or is there someone who's interested in it? Why did she say that simple of an answer?! He was rambling in his head until someone ringed the doorbell. He looked through the peephole on the door, and saw two mailmen with the same clothes as his mom described them.

That absolutely must be them, but where is that box?! Karu looked around to see if the box was close to the door. She did explain that...what is he doing?! He can't do that! Stop that!

For some reason, one of the men was touching a beautiful flower, and he was about to pick it. The flower had rows of pink, blue, and red mixed together, kind of like a rainbow, and the man was entranced by the colors, by the look on his face. He appeared to be inching toward the flower, as if ready to pick it.

Karu opened the door as quickly as he could and slammed it shut with a loud bang. "Stop that!!" Karu screamed. "Do not pick that flower! That has been with this house for as long as my mom can remember, and she absolutely loves it!!" Karu was ready to topple the guy over when the other man said, "That got your attention, but he wasn't going to pick the flower, was he?" This man is about six feet, two inches, and Karu is about five feet, eight inches and the man's eyes were gray. He was glaring at the other man, who’s about five and a half feet and has dark-green eyes.

The man with the dark-green eyes came back to his partner and got slapped on the head for doing something so ridiculous. "Sorry about that," the green-eyed man said, "but I loved the flower so much, I didn’t know what I doing for a moment there...Ow!" Again, the green-eyed man got hit in the same place for saying such a lame excuse. He rubbed his head from being hit so hard, and was angry at the gray-eyed man from hitting him, but he thought again and half-decided that he himself deserved it.

"My name is Reginald, but you can call me Regi. The man who was almost poking your precious flower is Kain." Both had the "I’m sorry for this" look on their face, after what Kain did. "As you might've guessed by our uniforms, we've came to deliver a special package to a person who is named--" scrolling through a list until he found it "-- 'Karu.' Would that be you?" Karu nodded in response. "Very well; let's get it." Kain nodded in agreement; he and Regi went back to the street.

While walking to the street, Regi and Kain were talking about what happened with the flower. Several times, Regi yelled at him, disturbing the neighbors. Odds are, Regi might've hit Kain several more times in the head. The commotion was so loud that some of the neighbors said "Be quiet!" to them. One line that Karu heard was "Look, we're here for something special, not to anger the kid, numb-skull!"

At least he's kind-of better, thought Karu, still mad at Kain. Still, I can't seem to understand what the "important" package is. Karu was raging-bull furious with Kain for almost touching his mom's precious flower, Karu wanted to do something extreme to Kain. Karu wondered if this was a planned action or an accidental one. That must've been accidental. He looked back at the street, knowing that they came back already with the package. All it was, to Karu, a big black box, which what it was, exactly. That’s it? That must be what I was waiting for, but I expected it to be a bit better that that. It looks a bit bland...

"We'll carry it to your room inside, as we were directed to, and also because there aren't any wheels on this." Regi spoke. Kain was groaning from how heavy the box is, possibly thinking, Why is the box so heavy?!! "You may need to lead us there. After that, we’ll leave right away."

Karu led Regi and Kain to his room; thankfully, the box fit through the door-frames perfectly, which left everyone relieved. The one most relieved, however, was Kain, since his hands were screaming of pain after lifting and pushing the box for an excessively long time. Kain was blowing the pain off his hands and thinking, Well, that was close! while Karu thought the same thing and wiping his head as if a break of sweat was there, even though he never got a single handprint on the box, yet.


They're gone, Karu thought, for now. I still don't trust those guys; they act suspicious. Whatever; I'll just open this box. Karu looked around to see if there was any way of opening the box; the only way is a scrolling green bar of light, which acted like a high-tech scanner, near the top of the box. Everywhere else on it had at least a lock or something similar to prevent people from opening. He was looking straight at the scanner-like object. It's big enough to fit my thumbprint, Karu thought, deducting the box, so that might be a scanner. I'm guessing it only recognizes my print, so I guess I should mine on it. He put his thumb on it; the scanner read it twice, then the box opened the locks and the top by itself, revealing a smaller box.

The smaller box opened to reveal another smaller box, and the procedure, which seemed impressive to Karu, repeated again and again until only a 4-inch length cube was left in the center unopened. Karu’s eyes were following this process, box to hatch to box.

After finishing, Karu thought, I should open this one, but, wow! That's tiny! How will anything fit in there? He was amazed by how small the box was, and he was glaring straight at it. He took it out and put it on his left hand, still amazed. There was a latch on one side, and he flicked it open. Inside laid a small scale, only three inches long, two inches wide, and less than an eighth of an inch deep and was resting on small, yet comfortable cushions. It sparkled in the sunlight, and it neatly reflected light when he lifted it up to his window. Puzzled, he put the scale in the box and left the box open on his dresser, which is next to his bed, so he can see the blue scale reflect light. No doubt that is a genuine scale, he instantly thought and still dumbfounded. He was now lying down on the floor, next to the opened boxes on the left, thinking about the little wonder. Why only one of it...wait. Blue scale, black box, my mom telling me I have a package. There’s a connection between what my mom said before and now. He sat down on his bed, and then turned to his left, noticing that all the boxes, except the smallest, were gone. He frantically turned head around, looking for the boxes. That is weird. I swear; there were a lot of boxes in the center of my room and now they're all gone? It was as if they dissipated into thin air!