WRECK IT HELL // CCC CHALLENGE

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create a short story about a character you’ve created and how their personality through the story.

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「 ᴊᴀsᴘᴇʀ 'ᴊᴀᴄᴋ' sᴇʏᴍᴏᴜʀ 」

❝𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒂 𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒚 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆 ❞

— 𝐷𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒

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It was the beginning of a new semester, some were very excited while others felt redundant. Why wouldn't they? It was a new semester, not new faces ... well, for the First Year, yeah, but not Seventh Year. They were done and just wanted to graduate.

Here, here, it was pretty simple; each Year have two-semester, and each semester had six months. Simple, wasn't it?

Wences' Imperial Academy was huge as in term of space and its perimeter. You can get lost, if it was your first trip. Hence, the Council of Student (CoS) was formed to guide you, newbies, around. Each college had their own CoS. It accepted all students regardless of their social status especially the brightest child in the country.

Did I mention all royalties born, don't exactly have authority within the Academy compounds as in they don't have the power to oppress any other students or, you know, be that regular royalty brat? Well, now you know.

But of course, it just on paper (the Academy mandate). Basically, everyone was treated based on their social status outside the Academy. It's appeared His late Majesty Wences to have these royal brats treated as commoners were left to a dream. Yet, not all were brats, some were kind while others sought to take advantage.

That's where Jack came in. He was opportunistic. He was of a royal born, Prince of Skargen and its Crown Prince. He'll find whatsoever excused if it gave him a minute to meet her ... Moira Horatio.

"Greetings, my fair lady," he suddenly appeared around the corner. "I wish you a very good," he glimpsed down his watch. "Afternoon," with a big grin on his face.

Moira softly sighed. "Afternoon to you too, Sire," she gestured a small curtsy and went on her way.

Jack was temporarily frozen upon the open before caught up to her side. But it was obvious that Moira didn't approve of his presence. It was as mentioned above, being treated equally only exist on the paper, it wasn't actually practised and Moira was aware of her status.

He cleared his throat and started off their conversation with common questions such as 'have she eaten?', 'how was her day?' and 'did anything interesting happen?' and she answered each one of them with honesty, without a specific tone of annoyance, only light-hearted.

And for sure something interesting did happen.

"The Council of Student will hold an election to find new President to replace His Highness Prince Valdemar," she glanced over her shoulder. "He'll graduate this year. You should put your name in the Goblet. Don't you think it's time to show your leadership as a worthy King of Skargen?"

Their steps came at hold. Moira had a sense of wrong in her speech through the interpretation of his facial. It was a good idea for an heir to practice or gain their knowledge in leadership through the Council of Student but he had something else to consider.

He wasn't the only male heir worthy for the Skargen throne, there was someone else, His Royal Highness Prince Aurélien David Fayette of Évreux, Jack's third cousin. They shared the same ... great-great-grandparents but nonetheless, yes, Prince Aurélien had his right for the throne itself.

"Oh, Jasper- Jack, I'm sorry," she pursed her lips with knitted brows. "I didn't mean to upset you, I just thought perhaps–"

"I'll have it considered," he shrugged with a broad smile. "Told you it would sound nice if you call me 'Jack' instead."

She was astounded at his cheeky trick. Her hand spontaneously went to smack him in the arm, definitely went by the rules where everyone was treated equally, and little did it reminisced their good old childhood. Her laughter abruptly ended when she saw a familiar figure in a distance.

It was her fiancè by arranged, Noctus.

His stoic and calm facial hinted disapproval, jealousy perhaps, but no one will ever know, not even he, himself. Moira was about to take a step toward his direction but Noctus went ahead and took the flight of stair, he was closest with, leaving Moira taken aback by his gesture. Despite, the scattered amount of students loitering along the corridor, not many will notice what happened but Jack watched with boiling anger within.

"Bastard," he cursed under his breath and cautiously approached her. "Hm, Moira would you–"

"I'm sorry, I–" she looked distressed. "I got matters to attend. See you later, Jasper," she gave him a small curtsy before headed the other corridor.

Jack softly sighed. "Later, m'lady ... but first, I had something to settle," he smirked.

Indefinite later...

Moira was in the Council of Student chamber — a meeting to discuss for the Presidential election — but suddenly, a Second Year student barged into and broke the serene discussion, with news of Jack was burning the Academy football's field against his own cousin! Moira stood on her feet but their current President, Valdemar, spoke to stop her.

"Don't trouble yourself," he rose from his seat and three of male followed his gesture. "You'll get yourself hurt. I'll handle him," and at that moment, his signature weapon appeared in bright light and he was seen holding a sword.

But she insisted on coming with them. Noctus showed his disinterest and remained on his seat whilst others sought help from Professors. It was well known to hear Jack got himself into trouble but burning something to the ground, that was unusual and she was worried.

It was as told, they were at the field, and the blazes had damaged half the field with pitch black shade against the green hue. Moira went ahead as she saw Jack was incapable to get on his own feet regardless of his ability to harness one of the nature most violent element. Aurélien was a great fighter, one of the Academy finest after several contenders, Noctus, included.

"That's enough!" she warned with a single wave from her left hand, Aurélien was stunned when a strong breezed was directed toward him. "You've caused enough damage, already."

But he was having none. "Step aside you, Wench!"

Aurélien lunged forward with a shiny sword swung high an arc ready to slain. Jack was exhausted to fight back and simply switched placed with Moira who appeared stunned with Aurélien bold action. But a familiar shape and lining sword clashed with the one belonged to Aurélien. It was the infamous meteorite sword; 'Skyfall' and the wielder was none other than, Noctus, himself.

He deflected the sword with ease and grabbed Aurélien down his throat. "She said, enough," he threatened simultaneously pierced Skyfall onto the ground. "And watch your tongue when speaking to her," his gripped tightened.

"Noctus, stop," Moira had returned to her sense. "Please," she pleaded while helping Jack stood on his feet.

Valdemar went to them along with Professor on duty for the week, Mr Ephraim, and he didn't look, pleased. As asked, Noctus let him go and Aurélien already coughing for air. They were disbanded and both were taken to the faculty infirmary. Noctus along with Mr Ephraim and the rest of them remained at the field to handle the student and their know-no boundary gadgets.

Such an incident would bring shame to both the Academy and the nation if it spread through the virtual world.

In the infirmary ...

It was a small room and a veil between them was put in place to make sure their brawled will not continue. Valdemar was on the other side with Aurélien who suffered from minor burnt here and there while Moira remained with Jack, he got himself a big cut over his upper arm. But the nurses there were certainly had prepared for the worst and this was mild.

"You look troubled, my lady," he teased while getting his arm treated. "Or are you worried–"

"Disappointed," she replied and looked him in the eyes. "I am disappointed," her forehead puckered.

Jack was speechless, himself. Moira sensed herself was quite useless in the infirmary and decided to leave when Jack reached for her hand. It was quick yet momentous.

"Forgive me, my lady," his lips gently met upon her skin. "I do not mean to harm you."

Moira softly sighed. "And you should know, a word without action is fruitless," she took her hand and left. "Get well soon, Sire."

Jack watched her parting with longing eyes. To hear the news of her betrothal to the Queen's ward didn't just broke his heart, but shattered it into smithereens. For while others doubt him, she will not.

"And they said, fire burns brigther in the dark," he lamented.

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that's all for now,

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