Arthur

I finish my exercise routine and take a decent shower to report to my father's office. Jonan has come for some details related to the Howlland Academy and surely the director will take the opportunity to tell him about his delusion of bringing in the vulgar daughter of a servant. They will arrive around five o'clock so I have more than enough time.

I delight in choosing clothes, it is one of my favorite rituals. Finally I decide on a black pants and Armani Exchange shirt. It's Slim Fit, like all the ones I wear, with a dark background and an extravagant design of red and white letters.

"Sir" there's a knock at my door.

"What's happening?" I snort, spraying on cologne without bothering to open the door.

"Miss O'Brien has asked for you again."

Great, Jessica never gives up. Jonan's youngest daughter and I dated years ago, we were kids, but she hasn't been able to get over it. Whenever he can, he comes to my house with his dad and doesn't seem to mind that his brother and I hate each other to death. However, I am not rude to her because she is one of the few people who knows everything about me, we grew up together and we are in the Academy. Everything would be perfect if he got over his ridiculous feelings that are going nowhere.

"Tell him I'll be right down."

I do not receive a response as I have ruled. The firing of the last employee must have been a good lesson for the others. By the way, I forgot to confirm if Aaron did what I asked. I wanted to ask him yesterday but he came back late and didn't feel like reconnecting with work.

I walk out of my room and up the stairs to the living room. Downstairs sits Jessica, impeccable as always. With her dark blonde hair without a hairpin, Chanel clothes and a Louis Vuitton bag. It's a shame she wasted energy on me, she could have the boy she wanted at her feet.

"The O'Brien wasting her time staying in my living room," I joke, leaning my elbows on the brandal, "your brother would be horrified."

"Arthur!" the blonde squeals happily "Come down so we can talk I have a lot to tell you."

I walk down the stairs and let him plant a kiss on my cheek.

"I love your cologne, have I told you?"

"About a hundred times" I roll my eyes smiling. "Well what's so fabulous it can't wait."

"I already know what to do with our investment" She joins her hands excitedly.

A year ago I came up with the topic that he wanted to start a business with me. According to her, she would take care of everything and I would only have to limit myself to investing. I accepted because if I start to have my own business with the O'Briens, I prefer it to be with Jessica and not with Jason.

"Come on say it once and for all" I settle on the sofa.

She pulls out a form from the Digital Design room at the Academy. It consists of a kind of sophisticated construction and a few notes around it. I understand what it is.

"Really?" I arch my eyebrows.

"More respect Arthur, you're looking at the future JessArt Mall" she announces jubilantly.

"JessArt? Don't you have a more original name?"

"It's the combination of our names" Put the sketch in the bag.

"You don't have to include me. Besides, it looks like you're going to sell brushes and oil paints instead of clothes."

"Of course I include you, you will be the main partner. Also the ending 'Art' is striking, everyone will go to gossip what it is about."

"Anja" I take out my cell phone, I have received a message from my cousin Ábner. He is a minor partner of the Dealer. It looks like he've gotten permission to sell the new 2021 Ford Bronco.

"Arthur!" Jessica protest.

"Jess" I get up and walk out, "there are millions of shopping centers in the United States, take advantage of our money, which is not a little, in something more ingenious."

"But this will be different, because the Dubois girls have promised me to bring merchandise from their boutiques in France. The Brazilians will also put their brands in the Center. It will be the best. The best Arthur, I promise"

Jessica has chased me to the closed door of the office where our parents are. She sounds so excited about this project that I am tempted to indulge her. The truth is I don't doubt his abilities, but her family does it. I've always thought he's smarter than all the O'Briens put together and if he were a boy he would have knocked his brother out of the position of firstborn. She has a lot of potential, it's a shame she settles for so little.

"Okay" he sighed "I'll invest in your M..."

"Thank you!" She hugs me excited. "You won't regret it, I promise."

At the moment my dog ​​shows up with his bad temper and starts barking at Jessica in a maddening way.

"Calm that animal!" She gets scared and hides behind me

"Hey Ulysses!" I approach him "Come on friend, get over your resentment with Jess, you've been seeing her almost all your life"

My pet growls fiercely at the girl in a gesture that I interpret as "Don't dream of it." Ulises is a dog with his own character, and he has no consideration for strangers. On one occasion when a real estate agent came to the Fortress on business with my father, the animal did not think twice before destroying his suit, his hand, and part of his face. Since then I tie it up when visitors come. Jessica has shown up out of the blue and she hasn't given me a chance. I have never understood Ulysses's anger towards Jessica but luckily, it is mutual for the other O'Briens and we have that in common.

"Come on boy, I promise to give you your favorite cookies."

I take him to his shed behind the office and tie him up. He barks sadly and I fill his tray with dog biscuits.

"Send the sketches to Jackson and the complete budget of each mound that is built, I want to be aware of everything" I say to Jess when I return to the place before.

"Of course, of course." She clasps her hands together gratefully. "You will have everything required by tomorrow night."

I knock on the office door.

"Now if you don't mind I have to figure something out."

"Sure, I understand. Thanks Arthur, you are the best boy in the Academy."

"I know." I wink and watch as she walks off in a ball of excitement giving someone the good news over the phone.

"Arthur?" My father opens the door.

"Father" I enter, "Jonan" I greet him with a nod and I stand in a corner next to the table.

"Arthur, you've interrupted us."

"I'll be brief father" I say. "Jonan wanted to discuss terms regarding my father's insane idea of ​​putting a maid in Howlland" I'll get right to the point.

"We were just discussing about it, Arthur," says O'Brien. "I'd like to know your opinion on the pros and cons."

"Pros? There aren't any" I reply bluntly. "All the consequences are dire. For our reputation, prestige and the pockets of the parents who send their children. People will make fun of us and we will stop being the number one private Academy in the world."

"Your son has a good point Alioth" Jonan crosses his arms.

"Of course I've thought that" My father returns to his seat. "But it doesn't have to be known and his attendance won't affect Howlland at all" He spreads his hands as if it didn't matter.

"Father..." I try to reply.

"Arthur, we live at the foot of some mountains, several kilometers away from all the public schools in California. The girl enters the Academy and we don't talk anymore, I'll see that she keeps the secret of our abilities. Don't make a fuss for something that doesn't belong to you."

"That does not belong to me?" I get irritated "I'm a student at Howlland, the first heir to all the lineages and on top of that, the future owner of the said Academy. It's up to me better than anyone to meddle in these matters."

"Arthur I think you've become a bit obsessed with this topic" Jonan intervenes. "It's nothing glorious that we enroll her, but it won't affect the rotation of the planets either. I've reviewed the girl's academic record and it's excellent."

"And? There are hundreds, thousands of excellent students in our continent and that's not why we put them in an Academy that was obviously founded for special people" I pointed to us, "people like us. But it seems that they have forgotten that."

"We haven't forgotten anything. You are forming this perreta because of your delusions of grandeur and because you want to control everything," my father assures me and shuts my mouth.

He silences me with what he knows offends me the most. The office is completely silent and he pretends to look at some papers that were spread out on the table. Jonan coughs uncomfortably and I stand here stunned from the cheap shot I just took. I mentally shake off my reasoning and head for the door to leave, with no further objection. Is there a case? However, when I open the latch, I leave behind an irreproachable truth.

"My grandfather would not have allowed this."

And I slam the door on the way out.

Without thinking, I grab a jacket, my set of keys, and get into the white Lamborghini Veneno. This is my favorite, above all the cars on the face of the earth. I'm so pissed off that today I literally need to melt into the wind, for us to be one. I drive at the alarming speed of 355 km/h and unconsciously I arrive at the only place where I stop being Arthur Kane the businessman, the firstborn, the billionaire before others to become what most of the time I try to hide: A descendant of a the Clan Fayrem, the legendary warriors of the air element.

I park in the middle of a hill hidden from human sight, where yellowing grass and mounds of white earth are my only witnesses. I strip off the jacket I'm wearing, I strip off all restraints. And perched on the firmer rock, from where you can see the deep valley, I start my tornado...

The force I feel coming out of me is overwhelming. The sky darkens, the birds sing excitedly. Dry leaves, small stones and some insects get into the eddies that I form just by holding out my hands. I concentrate all my energies, my fury, my desperation... The wind thickens, the clouds swell giving me that chaotic panorama that I enjoy so much. And when I'm at the peak of retaining all the power that the ability allows me, I unleash the winds letting them crash trees down, break branches, shake the waters...

It's... it's just liberating.

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When I arrive at the Fortress, the limousine my father sent to Palm Springs to pick up the new housekeeper is parked in the driveway.. I smooth my hair with my hands before walking out the door, I don't want anyone to know what I've been up to. I know I've admitted before that our skill is small, but I was really generalizing; It is little in everyone except me.

I think it happened to me late last spring. My skills grew without even realizing it. I don't know why, because my brother Aaron and I share the same genetics and he hasn't shown as much magnitude in open field training at the Academy. It began to happen to me like the Donovans. They control the air to the magnitude of creating storms.

When I'm at the limit of pressure, that's my way of letting off steam.

In Howlland I have never shown anything like that. I take care to match my skill with the other Kanes and not stand out. I don't want to be misunderstood, it's not that I don't like to stand out; by itself I stand out without having to make an effort. In business, in appearance, in my notes... In everything that is expected of me, I stand out. But the matter related to the clan... is something else. I have never confessed the following to anyone, but I feel like a freak of nature. I never asked to descend from a group that for humans would be mythological, I never asked to have legendary ancestors from a parallel universe full of fables that are hard to believe.

But here I am, with ireilandish blood running through my veins, with a lineage that exceeds human expectations. I've wished I was just Arthur a million times. An American boy noted for his wit, a business tycoon, a figure to follow...

The rest of the world sees me this way. But at the Academy I'm just a lucky boy to have been born a Kane from the old Fayrem clan. And all my achievements are due to this and not to my personal prowess. I would give anything to be a person without powers. But no, this is my legacy and therefore my sentence. Therefore, sometimes when I get fed up with everything, I go to my secret place and create small tornadoes capable of destroying what they get in their way.

I enter the main room and there is no sign of the new arrivals. I go out to look for them on the terrace imagining that my father is surely showing them every part of Mansion Fortress. No, it's not that I'm curious about such commoners... I just need to work out all the details with the housekeeper before the week starts. Tomorrow I have classes, it's late and I want to rest early.

I cross the threshold of the kitchen and make out the group of people I'm looking for on the other side of the pool.

And then I see her.

The girl with the most striking hair that exists. A peculiar red, silky and with waves at the ends, like my mother's painting. And this red in my world only means one thing, but it can't be possible, it would be totally crazy. I discard the absurd idea from my mind and focus on her skin: white without imperfections and despite the shoddy clothes she wears, I swear she would stand out anywhere she stepped with her graceful and effortless demeanor. I move closer by a strange instinct that pulls me.

"Oh son, how nice of you to arrive. I was just explaining to Mrs. Allen and her daughter the parameters of the job, but I think that's your business. They're exhausted from the trip so I've asked them to start tomorrow. I hope..."

He keeps talking but I barely listen. I'm too taken aback by the pair of amber eyes looking at me. Those eyes can't be real, the contrast of all their attributes is so exotic that they return my suspicions about what I refuse to recognize.

The Daynon clan... she has all the legitimate characteristics of the supreme and extinct Daynon clan.

The girl zips up her coat, visibly uncomfortable with my intense gaze.

"What, do I have monkeys on my face?" he grumbles and it's what I need to come back to reality.

She has had the audacity to address me disparagingly?