Drakoina, 3rd POV

In the far country side of the lands of Drakoina, a single truck was seen driving down a highway as it was heading down deeper into the outskirts of the country. Inside was a single male teen, tanned with blue eyes, a shaved head with a bandanna on his head, a black long sleeve shirt with a jacket over it. He was driving a nice truck he made with his parents

"Hmm," he said as he snacked on sunflower seeds

Tyler Skelton: (Made with GenCraft AI)

1990 Ford F-150 XLT Lariat: (Made with GenCraft AI)

He hummed as he looked at a sign that said Havenbrook, 2 miles away. He smiled a second as he sighed and cracked his neck and drove on, rubbing the necklace around his neck as he drove on. He signed as he pulled his phone out and looked at his playlist, so far nothing seemed to catch his eye as he was down in the dumps, but soon he found one

"Home by Daughtry, seems sitting," he said as he clicked it

(I do not own the video or song, it belongs to its original owners)

Soon he saw the town coming up and soon the song started up, but as the town unfolded before him, a wave of nostalgia washed over him, mingling with the bittersweet memories of his childhood. He drove past the first few houses of the residential area, where the familiar sight of his old neighbors' homes brought a faint smile to his lips, he same gardens, the same mailboxes, and the same feeling of community he remembered so well.

As Main Street came into view, he slowed down, taking in the sight of the town's bustling heart. On his left, the cozy facade of Mia's Corner Cafe greeted him. The sight of the little cafe, with its inviting sign and the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air, brought back memories of Saturday mornings spent there with his friends.

Next door, Greene's Market stood as lively as ever. He remembered running errands for his mother, always greeted by Tommy Greene's jovial laughter. The market's shelves were filled with local produce, and through the large windows, he could see Tommy chatting animatedly with a customer.

Across the street, the Thompson's Library caught his eye. The old brick building looked unchanged, its doors open to welcome anyone seeking knowledge or a quiet refuge. Emma Thompson, the librarian, had always been kind to him, letting him borrow extra books when he was a kid. He made a mental note to visit her soon.

Further down, at the corner of Main Street and a side street, Ethan's Auto Repair Shop came into view. The clang of tools and the sight of Ethan Parker working on a car brought back memories of tinkering with engines and learning the ropes from the best mechanic in town. Tyler knew he'd be stopping by to catch up with Ethan.

On the opposite side, Sarah's Animal Clinic stood, a haven for the town's pets. The clinic was bustling with activity, and Tyler recalled the countless times he had brought his dog, Max, there. Sarah Collins had always taken great care of him and Max, and seeing the clinic brought a sense of comfort.

As he reached the end of Main Street, the Town Square opened up before him, the central hub of Havenbrook. The square was busy with people setting up for the upcoming shooting event, and Tyler could see the Community Center in the distance, a place that had hosted countless town events and gatherings.

Finally, he turned onto the street leading to his parents' house, passing by the Local Park. The sight of children playing and families picnicking brought a smile to his face. The park had been his sanctuary growing up, a place where he felt free and safe.

Tyler pulled into the driveway of his parents' house, the engine finally falling silent. He sat for a moment, taking it all in. Havenbrook had changed in small ways, but it still held the essence of home. This was where he belonged, and for the first time in years, he felt a glimmer of hope, he was ready to start over, surrounded by the places and people that had shaped him.

"Welcome home," he said to himself,"sighs, Union is gone, I'm home."

He got out of his truck as he looked at the house, two stories with red vinyl siding and a black shingle roof, a vegetable garden in the black and a beautiful flower garden in front of the house. Tyler smiled as he walked up to the porch, where he saw a Border Collie laying at the front door, which it then looked up and saw Tyler, which made it bark and run to him

"Heya Max," he said as he rubbed the dogs

"Max, who is it boy," a males voice said

The front door opened and Tyler looked up from his spot and saw a man come out. He was around 6'8, with buzzed brown hair, a bread that started to show grey and brown eyes. He wore a pair of baggy jean shorts, a blue button shirt and he had tanned skin, his hands covered in dirt and grime, wiping them off with a rag. The man came out and saw Tyler rubbing Max head, smiling at him

"Hey dad," he said

"Tyler," the man asked, smiling with a laugh,"heya kid!"

The man ran up and hugged Tyler, who laughed as the two hugged each other, patting each others back

"Sweety, who is it," a female voice said

They look as a woman came around back, she was 5'10, shoulder length blonde hair, a slender body with a medium bust. She was tanned, with blue eyes and wore a flannel button up and tight blue jeans, and slip on tennis shoes. She came up front and once she saw the two, she gasped and ran to Tyler, hugging him tightly as they all silently cried a bit as the two hugged their son

Soon they all walked in as the woman made him a cup of iced tea, as the man helped him carry all his belongings inside. Soon the three were in the kitchen, siting at the dining table as they talked about his time at Union, which he did and they were livid

"We should have come and gotten you," his mother, Heather, said as she rubbed her mouth,"what kinda mother lets their son go through that hell?!"

"I blame myself," his dad, Justin, said as he rubbed his mouth,"I suggested it cause I thought they had a good Support Department and you would have been fine!"

"Mom, dad, it's okay," Tyler said as he held their hands,"I'm home now and thats all that matters now."

"Yeah you're right," Heather said as she grabbed his hand,"so umm hows Blake? I heard you two were gonna be coming to visit?"

Tylers' smile soon faded as he looked down at the table, tears fixing to break free as he held his mouth. This made the two get worried as alarms were going off in their minds, making them grab his hand as he breathed heavy, as his eyes turned red.

"Blakes...Blake died a few weeks ago," he said,"she killed herself."

"What, when and how," Heather asked inn a worry tone

She meet Blake once and she automatically thought of getting wedding plans ready for the two of them, she was a nice and kind girl Tyler loved. She did tell them of her past and wanted to make amends for her crimes, making the two wish her the best of luck. They knew Tyler loved her a lot, so much he was willing to do anything for her, so hearing this

This made them worry why she did

"How," Justin asked

"Slit her wrists in the tub," he said,"I was the one who found her...and that wasn't the worst of it."

"How could it be worse then that," Heather asked her

"Her and pretty much most of the school blamed me for her suicide, saying the shame of dating a Unpowered waste of space was why and killing herself was the only way she gain some semblance of honor."

Justin growled as he was already planning on rounding the boys up and getting every single ingredient needed for bombs, bullets and assault Union. But his raging aura was outshined by Heather, who was emitting an aura that made the two guys shrink under the table. Sometimes they forget how scary she can be when someone hurts her family or the ones they care about

"Sweet heart," she said as she pulled him up,"I'm sorry about Blake, she was a real sweet girl, what happened to her was not, and never will be, your fault, it was those assholes fault, they are responsible for happened."

"Shes right son, she was the luckiest girl to have you in her life," Justin said as he held his son close,"remember that son."

"Thanks guys, it means a lot to hear that from you," he said with a smile,"I'm just glad to be home, where I can...restart I guess, try and make a new life."

"Well home is always the best place to do that son," Justin said as he grabbed the glasses,"hey, why don't we have a small BBQ tomorrow? To welcome you back home?"

"Thats a perfect idea," Heather said as she smiled,"that why you can go and meet everyone, say hello and see some old faces."

"Sounds good mom," Tyler said with a smile as he looked at his dad,"hey dad, is the gun store still open?"

"I haven't shut it down since you left," Justin said with a smile,"why? Ready to get back into the work?"

"I have a project I want to finish, and yeah, I want to get back in the business soon as possible."

"Well first tomorrow you rest and meet the people of the town," Heather said as she rubbed his check,"just relax now and work later."

"Okay mom, well I'm tired so hope ya don't mind if I head to bed early," Tyler asked as he rubbed Max mane

"Go on ahead buddy, we'll take care of the rest," Justin said as he rubbed his son's head,"we'll make a visit to the store and take care of somethings."

Tyler nodded as he hugged them, kissed his mother goodnight and walked upstairs, Max right behind him all the way. Once they reached the top of the stairs, he went to the far back and opened the door, there he was meet with a sense of familiarity and a sense of his youth.

The walls were adorned with posters and framed photographs of iconic military figures and legendary marksmen. In the center of the far wall hung a large poster of Chris Kyle, the American sniper he idolized. Beside it, a framed photograph of Carlos Hathcock, the renowned Marine sniper, commanded respect and admiration, something he respected since he was a kid back then.

He grew up faster than most kids back then, taking on a lot of responsibility back then, making decisions most kids didn't back then. He was even thinking of college and military service when he was 10, kid knew this world was tough. And he was gonna be the toughest there was, cause Powers were a pain to deal with

Across from the bed, a bookshelf held an array of books on military history, ballistics, and autobiographies of famous snipers. Titles like "American Sniper" by Chris Kyle, "Marine Sniper" by Charles Henderson, and "One Shot, One Kill" by Charles W. Sasser lined the shelves, their spines worn from repeated readings.

On his desk, a model of a Barrett .50 caliber sniper rifle took pride of place, meticulously assembled from a kit Tyler had worked on during his teenage years. Next to it, a replica of an M40 sniper rifle, a tribute to the weapon used by Marine snipers like Hathcock, stood as a testament to his passion for firearms and precision shooting. The bed was neatly made, covered with a camouflage-patterned bedspread that echoed his love for the military.

Above the headboard, a series of medals and commendations from shooting competitions he had participated in were displayed proudly. Each one told a story of skill, dedication, and a quest for excellence. In one corner, a small display case housed an assortment of military memorabilia-dog tags, patches, and a collection of challenge coins from various branches of the armed forces.

A carefully folded American flag sat prominently, a gift from his late grandfather who had served in World War II. The window sill was lined with a few small potted plants, a touch of life and greenery that contrasted with the otherwise utilitarian decor. Tyler had always found solace in nature, and these plants were a small reminder of that connection.

A digital alarm clock, set to military time, sat on the nightstand next to a well-worn copy of "The Art of the Rifle" by Jeff Cooper. Tyler picked it up, flipping through the pages, finding comfort in the familiar text. He found reading to be a way to clam his mind when his stressed out or get some ideas to make a gun or two.

The room was a sanctuary, filled with the echoes of his past and the inspirations that had shaped him. It was a place where he could retreat, reflect, and find strength in the legacy of those who had come before him. As he sat on the edge of the bed, Tyler felt a sense of peace wash over him. He was home, surrounded by the heroes who had guided him through the darkest times, and ready to face whatever came next.

"Lets hope those fucker enjoy the gifts I gave them," he asked as he laid on the bed

Union Academy

"Who the hell sent all these," Issei asked as he looked at a box

The ORC club had just gotten multiple gifts, all assigned to each member and other Peerage groups. Even the other students in the academy had gotten gifts, all with vulgar names assigned to them. Minus some, who were for some reason not there that day, as they were having a meeting outside of the building to discuss certain events of the school

So many of the students were in the atrium of the school, where they were gonna discuss the gifts. Many were saying it was from admirers who knew they were their true superiors, lovers or people willing to join their respective harems...thats the Red Dragon Perv and Grapist. The others were just saying it was time someone knew greatest

"But why label them as Fuckers, Assholes, and Cunts," Yang asked as she looked at the box

"Clearly someone not knowing their place," Rias said with a frown,"but let's open them anyway, nothing will happen either way."

"Yes, maybe they are just nervous to spell our names," Weiss said as they opened their boxes

Suddenly the entire room exploded from their boxes, as the contents were all literally shit, piss and stink bombs of the highest caliber. Even the teachers were affected as their rooms, and even their personal chambers, had stink bombs in them. Soon the entire school was filled with shit and stink bombs, and soon a audible noise was heard throughout the school, it was loud moaning and groaning, and familiar names

This made the students blush and some nosebleed as to the sounds of the noises

"YES YES YES, FUCK ME ZEOTICUS," Venelana Gremory yelled

"FUCK TAI, DAMN YOUR STRETCHING ME APART," Raven Brawnwen yelled

"DAMN MASARU, FUCK YEAH PLOW THIS BITCH,' Mitsuki yelled

"MOM, DAD,' Rias, Yang and Bakugo yelled in shock

"YELL YEAH," the Perv Duo yelled

This continued on as the ones who were not there, aka Tylers friends and supporters, watched from the distance. Ozpin, Nezu and Glynda sipping tea as Kirishima, Sero, Mina, Kaminari and Jiro laughed their asses off at the scene. Team CVFY watched and recorded as they were gonna post this on DustTube, this was gonna make them get a million or more followers

"Tyler certainly seems to have a talent to cause chaos," Nezu said as he sipped his tea

"Agreed, glad to see he knows how to aim it at his abusers," Glynda said with a smile,"and glad he didn't bomb ours, stink bombs are the worse."

"Dude, Bakugo has shit in his eyes," Sero laughed

"What kind did he use," Kaminari asked as he wheezed

"He said a combination of human, dog, cat and cow," Jiro said as she held her mouth

"NASTY," Coco yelled as she rolled on the floor

Ozpin smiled as he looks at the sky

"Hope you find a way to find peace Tyler," he said as he sipped his tea,"for now, let's hope you can help us stop Salem and the rest."

Havenbrook

"Time to restart," Tyler said as he closed his eyes,"for me...but I will always remember you...Blake."