"Have mercy on those who stand in my way, because I'm going to bring the thunder of heaven down on their heads."

"And ye do this every mornin'?" Tyler blinks at the boy skipping around the kitchen, only just blinking the sleep out of his eyes at seven-thirty in the morning.

"Yup," he quips, flipping an omelette onto a plate. "I didn't know what you liked, so I just did you a burrito. I hope that's good enough."

He stares at his foster-brother in surprise, shocked by his inclusion of him in breakfast. "Should be. I've been livin' off hospital meals for 'bout a month."

Jim hands him two paper bags, one with the word 'breakfast' written on the top while the other has 'lunch' scrawled neatly on its side. Both smell beyond heavenly.

Tyler's already struggling not to drool, swallowing thickly as his stomach rumbles in want. But he keeps his composure and places the lunch in his knapsack, slinging it over his shoulder as he dodges around Barbara to grab his boots. She just smiles at him, wishing a good morning before sitting at the table where her own breakfast resides.

"Thank ye, Jim," he jerks his head in an odd motion as he ties his laces. 

"It's no problem, really," he says, dropping his own lunch in his bag. "Bye, Mom!"

"Bye, Jim," Barbara chuckles before facing the foster-lad. "Have a good day, Tyler. Please contact me if there are any issues. You've got my number?"

"Aye," he nods, waving an old iPhone in the air to emphasize. "I wish ye well today."

Jim taps his shoulder in a gesture to follow, in which he stumbles to his feet, frowning at his oversized boots before joining the boy in the garage. 

Two metal frames lean against the wall, both with double wheels, though one is half the size of the other and has no seat. They're very odd to the newcomer, and he sees no immediate purpose for them. 

"Here," his housemate hands him a helmet and picks up the smaller of the two items, demonstrating how to use it. "This is a scooter. You'll be riding it to school while I take my bike."

"Alright," Tyler nods slowly, strapping on the helmet before taking the so-called 'scooter' from the boy's hands. "Seems easy enough."

Jim smiles a little as he climbs on his bike, placing his own helmet on his head. It'll be quite amusing to watch the bronze-haired boy adjust to the situation. That being said, he won't laugh, just watch from afar.

"We good to go?"

His response is a small nod and the sound of the garage door rolling up. Bright sunlight assaults both teens, making them blink in slight pain. One of them revels in the smell of old wood and damp earth, while the other beams at the presence of another awaiting them at the end of the drive.

They are quite different after all. As different as the four elements; one as equal in fire and air as the other is in water and earth. They contradict one another in the perfect ways, sharing very little in common besides their will for good. Like yin and yang, they are the perfect balance.

"Hey, Jimbo!" the stranger waves, grinning at his friend.

Jim immediately catches the way Tyler stiffens, and nearly shivers from the calculating glare directed at Toby. It's chilling and unnatural how quickly his demeanour changes.

"Hey, Tobes," he offers a small smile. "Uh, this is Tyler. Tyler, this is Toby. He's a friend of mine."

The reaction is instantaneous, and the forgetting boy relaxes, an almost nervous smile shaping his lips. "Good day to ye."

Toby perks up instantly, intrigued by this strange person. "You're that kid who got his head all messed up, right? What's it like? Do you really remember nothing?"

Tyler leans backward a bit, trying to avoid the questions. It feels like his soul is crying out in mourning, in agony perhaps. What this kid fails to realise is how stressful and terrifying this whole ordeal is.

"Maybe we should give him some space, Tobes," Jim suggests, urging his friend to back off. "This is probably quite hard for him."

His foster-brother sends him a thankful half-smile, jerking his head slightly. He supposes that this is going to be a common occurrence if the whole of Arcadia's heard about the accident. It's not every day that a teen in rags gets hit by a car and consequently loses their memory because of it.

"School does begin at eight, correct?" the amber-eyed boy questions, tilting his head at the others. "We should shift soon if we wish to arrive on time."

Toby gapes at him in awe, leaning over to Jim to share his thought. "Wow. He sounds so kingly."

He snorts in what could be amusement, but the hollow feeling in his bones says otherwise. "I assure ye, I am not a king."

The Lake boy rolls his eyes at the two and leads them down the street, pedaling slowly to allow Tyler to keep pace. Something makes him at ease around the tall lad, not a purposeful act, but an instinctual one. It's almost as though he offers peace and comfort to those that want it, a protective shield, if you will. Whatever it is, it's nice.

"Woah!" Toby cries, watching the newcomer hop the curb with a snazzy tail whip. "How'd you do that?"

He shrugs halfheartedly, a minuscule smirk tugging his lip upward. He has no idea what he just did, but it was fantastic. A fun practice to keep in mind, certainly.

"Do it again!" his new fan begs, eager to see something cool.

Tyler glances over his shoulder at the lad and nods subtly, instantly whipping around to seek another place to catch some air. His eyes draw him to the side of the bridge, the empty concrete basin that once held a river of water.

Jim calls out to him in warning, not quite expecting the boy to rocket down the slope faster than he's ever seen. On his first day out as well, this can only have two possible outcomes: total wipe out or some sort of success.

To his utter surprise, the newcomer rips up the opposite side of the canal and pulls a bri flip, flinging the scooter deck over his head with apparent ease and landing without so much as a stumble. His momentum keeps him speeding down the street, his bronze hair rustling in the wind.

By the time the others have caught up, Tyler's beaming and a wild look is in his eyes. He by no means has any knowledge of what he just did or how he did it. All he knows is that being in the air is exactly where he wants to be.

"Wo-oah," Toby gapes, in complete awe of this person he's only just met. "That was awesome!"

The boy's head twitches in acknowledgment, his eyes gleaming with exhilaration. He turns to meet Jim's eyes as he passes, knowing that without a guide, he'll end up utterly lost.

"Lead on, friend," he commands, false authority in his voice.

Jim chuckles at him, shaking his head before leading them towards the massive school building at the end of the road. He knows they'll have to split up upon arriving, but somehow, he's alright with that. All he's concerned about is whether or not the boy decides to delve into trouble.

But Tyler does not share a similar trail of thought. He doesn't want to leave the only person he knows here, he's not comfortable with that, despite how his gut insists he'll be fine. And so long as trouble doesn't arise, he won't get involved. If someone drags another into the depths of trouble, he'll jump in to rescue them, no matter the consequences.

And that, my friends, is another chapter. Give me a few more chapters before I start introducing the episodes into the story. 

I hope you enjoyed!