To Be A Hero

==About The Author ==
Hello, you may be wondering, why is this important? Well, to be quite frank, it’s not and you can go ahead and skip this if you want! I just wanted you as the reader to know a bit about me. I hope this doesn’t sound boastful, that’s not how I want to sound in this apology, about the author, thing. I’ve created a few pages for this wiki on my stories, but practically none compared to others, and every single one has failed. I’m sorry to the dear readers who took the time to read my nonsense, and maybe even slightly enjoyed it. It’s taken me a while, but I’m finally beginning to find my writing style, and those stories didn’t really fit it I suppose. I hope this will inspire others not to give up, or well, at least a tad. Enjoy the story. 
A little side note, this is my first story writing in first person so sorry if it’s a little off.
A little extra, but does anyone know how to make the background gradient? Just wondering, if you do comment down below please.
Neo.
==About The Story Environment==
So, in this fantastical world, few people are born with “super-powers”, well thats what they are referred to there, but we can just call them powers. These powers can vary, and are split into categories by their strength etc. To be more specific, the categories are colore-coded, from least powerful to most, the colors being green, yellow, orange, and red. The farther up you get, the more scarce those fitting that category are. Red category powers are also considered threats, and so the government has restrictions on those belonging to that category. 
You might be wondering about the name, right? Well, it has hero in it for a reason. In this world you can become a hero, a job where you put your life at risk to protect humanity against an odd monster-like threat, large creatures that feast on humans, and are attracted to areas filled with content and peacefulness, known as 000s. Since they are only violent around those who are filled with peaceful, content, and righteous hearts, those with evil gladly fight alongside them, hoping to cause as much chaos as possible, these people known as villains. Not all heroes choose to put themselves on the “front-lines”, and fight against the 000s, and they just stop crime where it happens. 
More about the powers, because why not? A power is unique to only that person, while there may be other powers similar, only that person has exactly it. Powers can be inherited. The power can also be completely random. It’s quite rare, but you can have “two powers”, kind of. A person could be able to read minds, but they may also be able to lift light objects. It’s technically two, but often categorized as one. It’s very hard to find those. The rest? Just read and see. It updates by chapter, and may not always be consistent with my busy schedule.
==Chapter One || A Dream I Have ||==
When I was young, I dreamt of being a hero. Seeing them on the screen, fighting against the 000s with all they had, it filled me with something I can’t quite name. I just knew that was the path for me. Bravely saving people, risking their lives for humanity. But, everyone would always say, “Nyx, with your powers you would become an excellent villain. What a horrid thought..”. Everyone. Each time they would say this, I felt my dream shatter. Crumble. Crack. Becoming a hero, is it really that unrealistic? Why can’t I save people with my power?
“My lady, Nyx?” A voice said from the doorway. I swing myself around, my ash-purple hair spraying in the air.
“Yes?” I say, my voice almost unrealistically sweet-sounding. The woman smiled, but I could almost hear her snake-like hiss hiding under her sugar-coated words. 
“Your parents are requesting your presence.” She said, her smile becoming mocking and sly, and her eyes becoming slit-like. “You’d best hurry.”
With a polite nod, I got up, my dress flowing around me as I made my way to the doorway. 
“I’ll be right there.” I said with a polite tone, well, you’d think polite at first anyhow. As I moved past her, as soundless as the trees, my blue eyes flashed a red, and my pupils to slits. This was enough to startle the woman, and she stumbled back, almost hitting the door in a rather undignified way. 
Satisfied with her response, I began to worry. What could my parents want? They were quite loving, and caring, and all that. They however, also despised my power. Sinister, they would call it. Dreadful. Frightening. But my power, is also a part of me, so it’s practically almost the same as calling me those things, or at least that’s how it feels. 
The echoey clack of my uncomfortable high heels felt like a crack to my skull. Each step I took to the open doorway, sunlight pouring out of it. I already know what we’ll be discussing. I want to be a hero. I want to be a hero. A hero. More than anything. Why won’t they listen? Don’t they want what’s best for me? Why won’t anyone listen, with their ears, instead of laughing with their venom-filled mouths? All of them.
==Chapter Two || And So It Begins || ==
Standing at the open doorway, my teeth gritted with irritation, I bowed politely. 
“Mother? Father? I have arrived.” I’d say, voice dripping with honey, or trying, to drip with honey. They were all chatting it up, wine glasses clinking together and laughing in their high tone. Great, ignoring me now? I tapped my foot on the tile, purposefully trying to make it as loud as possible. Still nothing, their eyes focused only on how much wine is poured into their pristine glasses. 
“Ahaha! Er - My daughter Nyx? Ah, well she’s a real beauty I’ll say! Heh, takes after her mother!” My father said with a thundering laugh. His words were slightly slurred, letting me know that he had drank a few glasses. My mother laughed a high-sounding laugh, acting all flattered and surprised at my father’s “smooth” words. 
I don’t know who they were talking to, they have not been around the mansion as far as I could tell, but it seemed to be a boy, about my age, and his father. Both of them wearing fine suits, with their hair slicked back. My mother and father too were wearing their best clothing, a bit too extravagant for this arrangement however. 
Even if they were too dressed up, it only made me feel underdressed. My hair was drifting down my back, and my dress was a plain white one, and over it I wore a winter cloak. I looked around, my light blue eyes scanning the faces of everyone in the room. Mother and father looked a bit loopy due to the drinks, but the guests seemed very serious, while they were giggling, the guests only stared at them in dead-silence. 
“She sounds lovely, Lord Convallaria, in fact she is standing at the doorway waiting patiently to be addressed.” The older man said, raising an eyebrow to me. I bow my head politely, and walk into the room. 
“Mother, father, you wished to see me?” I said, clearly tired and not at all excited to be there. 
“Ah yes! M’dear Nyx! Meet the Drossel family. We were just discussing your future, weren’t we honey?” Father said, rocking back an forth a little. My mother just nodded. “A-And, we’ve seem ter come to ah decision.” 
My eyebrow shot up. A decision? They decided, without me? About my future without me? It wasn’t that surprising actually. I always try and think of them as loving parents, when in reality the only reason they had a child was to bring them more wealth. 
“And might I ask what you decided upon?” I asked, still polite, but growing tired. My eyes were beginning to fade to red, my powers surging out of control along with my irritation and patience. He was beginning to rock back and forth even more horribly, and my mother seemed to notice as well. 
“Well dear,” She said quickly, trying to turn the attention onto her instead of my father’s drunken state, “We want you to become just as successful as us, if not more, to bring us more w- so you can have a bright future!” Her word-filter, as I like to call it, was clearly wearing off the more she drank. 
“And so?” Tapping my foot with impatience, I tried to calm the angry fires that were silently surging within me. 
“Let me finish! Ahem, ahem sorry. We were thinking, why don’t you marry this young man, hm? His family is very wealthy, and it will ensure that you will have a happy future!” She said with a smile that was being  forced out of her. Realization dawned upon me. Was this why those guests were here? Because I was to marry one? 
“No. I’m sorry Mother, but that’s hardly fair! Shouldn’t I be the one to decide these things? Why didn’t you call me here earlier?!” I’d say, my voice beginning to rise steadily. 
“Watch that tone you are taking with me Nyx Sumire Convallaria! You always have your head up in the clouds! You want to be a hero? How ridiculous!” My mother scolded, shaking her head. 
“Yer mother’s right! There’s hardly any financial support in that job you know?” My father spat out, swaying awfully. I looked over to the boy who I was to marry, and he also did not seem happy. He was handsome, and dressed finely, but he also seemed very unhappy. But who could blame him? More than likely he’s being roped in on this against his will as well. 
“But that’s hardly fair! You both were allowed to marry who you Wanted and WHEN, right?” I asked desperately. My voice was definitely a louder tone now which seemed to only irritate my parents further.
“Listen you little brat. You’ve always had everything you wanted and never had to worry once in your life? Right? That’s because of me and your father. Of course we were set up to be married! It was all to ensure the future of your stupid little happiness. Now don’t you want that for you children?” My mother said with a nasty tone. Clenching my fists, I opened my mouth, but closed it. 
I turned sharply on my heels and with my quick pace, sped out of the room. Fine. So be it. Both my parents were born with useless powers, but me? I could bend their minds and shape it however I so desire. An arranged marriage wouldn’t be that difficult to change. I smiled, my eyes a glowing red. 
“So it begins, mother, father.” 
==Chapter Three || The Plan || ==
“This plan sounded much better in my head, and with how furious I was..” I say while stirring a spoon in my cocoa. Yes, I’m Nyx Sumire Convallaria, a girl who since the age of four has always wanted to use my powers for good. And I, Nyx Sumire Convallaria, sitting in my darkened room alone, I am coming up with a plan to break my parent’s mental defenses to warp their minds. Heroic things, y’know? 
With a sigh, I pulled out a blank piece of parchment. 
“Writing my plans down will surely help me.” Or.. Not. “Wait, then they may find it and realize I’m conspiring against them! If they find out, my future may be darker than an arranged marriage. This was literally going against everything I’ve ever wanted since a child.
It had been many days since that horrid conversation regarding my future. I’d done well avoiding them, but how long will I be able to? Eventually I’ll need to face them. I’m not going to take this lying down. But.. What my mother said, her words were so harsh that I could still hear the ringing through my head. Yes, I was born into a wealthy family but that did not mean I was happy. Or like she said, am I just being a brat? 
“Whatever.. I won’t let myself be arranged to marry that man though. I don’t care if its selfish, I’ll just be selfish once more then to get out of this.” I said with my voice a little shaky. It had been long enough that I could probably approach them and slowly disassemble their defensive shields, but that also runs the risk of them also being a little suspicious of what I was doing. 
Since mind-readers and mind-controllers had come into the world as a result of the powers, humans evolved to have a thick mental shield, protecting the majority of their thoughts and decisions. But if that shield is down, a mind-reader or mind-controller could easily slip into that person’s mind, and the farther in they go the more influence they have other that person. It wasn’t too difficult a task for a person with powerful powers to break down a defensive shield, although it’s quite hard to do it without being noticed. 
“Ugh, still can’t help but feel like this is a horrible idea..” I’d say again, resting my head on my desk.
“Feel like what’s a horrible idea Young Miss?” A voice said right in my ear. I jumped up, springing backwards on my toes. “Oh dear, did I startle you? Ehehe.” 
It was the maid from that day who called me to my parents. That wicked maid. Oh, I don’t think she’s wicked just because of that one encounter, it’s because she’s always been vile and mean. Always pushing the animals around, and bullying the other maids. Of course my parents always defend her. 
“Nothing! Nothing. Forgive me for my startled response, I did not hear you knock.” I said politely, fixing my stance. The maid titled her head with a smirk.
“That’s because I didn’t. Young Miss, do you need a tutor perhaps?” She smiled even more. My mouth twitched in annoyance. Of course I don’t need a tutor. I was obviously hinting to the fact that she did not knock. 
“Oh no, it’s just that’s what’s proper is it not? I guess I just expected someone of your high status to knock politely. Forgive me.” I’d say with an even ‘sweeter’ smile. It was kind of odd, we both had a “smile stand-off” or something like that. 
“Anyhow, I was sent by your father to see what you were up to.  Now may I politely ask, what are you up to?” The maid said, leaning in closer with her slitted eyes and subtly threatening tone. 
“Nothing. I was simply day-dreaming. Now may I ask what you’re up to? Don’t get so close to me. You also seems like you’re simply up to no good.” My eyes flashed red and my pupils to slits. We had another sort of stand-off that lasted quite a deal longer.
“Hmm,  alright. I’ll report back that you’re slacking. You shouldn’t have enough time to day-dream Young Miss.” The maid said with a sly smile and walked out of the room. That’s not what I really wanted, but it at least got rid of her. 
Oh dear, who needs a plan? I’ll probably be summoned because of my “slacking off” anyhow, that’s a perfect opportunity.
Category:Original Stories
Category:Original Stories (Unfinished)