The Power Enthusiast

MINERVO 01: Becoming a Mentor

The sun is scorching, heating the asphalt road that looks flickering radiated by its rays. The birds fly cheerfully while making merry chirps with each other, enlivening the atmosphere of a hot day.

And the sound of summer insects rattling in each tree makes the day more pronounced. Then Paul, a burly young man whose face was covered in scratches, was casually pedaling a bicycle, traversing a very hot asphalt road, he is also seen wearing a school uniform from a local high school that is quite famous; a white shirt wrapped in a white suit and white trousers, all white.

With sweat that washed almost all over his body, to make his clothes wet, he continued to pedal his bike, even though the sunlight was quite hot, stinging his brown skin until it hurt.

The road is still quiet, there are no other vehicles that pass by, even though the day is very daytime, but it is natural, because the area where he lives is in a housing complex that is known to be always quiet.

After spending almost twenty minutes, Paul finally arrived at the gate of his house, he parked his bicycle first, then he went down to open the gate of his own house, after it opened, he said, he took his bicycle to the front yard.

Finished keeping his bike in the garage, Paul immediately entered his house, and as usual, he was greeted with a very familiar silent atmosphere, only the sound of the clock ticking, the sound of the wall, running tap water, a burning fan, and such.

With a slow step, Paul began to climb the stairs to go to his room, after arriving at the door, Paul felt something strange, somehow, it felt like something was inside, unlike usual, even he heard voices like people chatting.

Is there someone in her room?

As Paul recalled, his private room had always been locked tightly, in fact, the key was still in his pants pocket, but why was it like there was someone who, no, some people who had entered his room?

"It's weird."

Paul began to be astonished, but out of curiosity, he quickly took the key out of the bag of pants, then put it into the padlock of his room, after the padlock was off, slowly, slowly, he pushed open the door of his room, followed by a very tense feeling.

The door of his room was wide open, and Paul entered, but he found nothing in his room at all, much less a man, for all that was in it, was only the furniture of his room; it was; a messy mattress, a disheveled bookcase, a broken guitar hanging on the wall, a portrait of his childhood stuck in the glass of the closet, and broken frames collected in the corner of the room.

And that's all, the rest, just ordinary things.

"Maybe it's just my hallucination" said Paul with a sigh, and scowled his slightly dizzy forehead. "All right, now what?"

He asked himself worriedly, still in an upright standing position, looking at the atmosphere of his room which was like a broken ship. Paul began to recall a small problem that had happened to him this morning, to make him removed directly from the mouth of the principal, and also made his mother involved to come to school with anger.

Just thinking about it, made Paul's head feel very dizzy.

"WHERE IS SHE! LET ME PUNISH THAT KID!"

Astonishingly, at once the sound of his mother's loud shrill from outside was heard up to the room of his room which was upstairs. This is bad, his mother has come home, Paul will definitely be scolded all out after this.

The sound of footprints climbing the stairs, coming to his room, made Paul shudder in fear.

Ah, shit, he forgot to close the door. That means, he just had to wait until his mother came into the room, finished him off.

"THIS IS WHERE YOU SEEM! STUPID KID!"

Quickly Paul lay his ass on the surface of the mattress, sitting upright there, because it would be tiring if he had to hear his mother's long babbling, standing position. Paul also prepared mentally so that when his mother offended everything about him, did not make his heart break.

Not to forget, he also lowered his head, so that the impression of guilt felt natural, even though he did not feel guilty at all.

"WAIT!? WHAT IS THIS!? PAUL'S! WHY CAN'T I GET INTO YOUR ROOM!" Suddenly the mother's shrill tone began to sound different, Paul raised his face again to look at the figure of his biological mother, and surprisingly, he found something strange.

"Eh?" Paul immediately moved to approach his mother who was pounding empty air at the mouth of the bedroom door, looking confusing. "What are you doing?"

"DIDN'T YOU SEE!? I CAN'T GET INTO YOUR ROOM! PAUL!"

"Eh!?" Paul began to flinch, he could not believe that his mother could not enter his room, even though the door was wide open.

When Paul pulled his mother's hand into the room, it was hard, as if there was a wall in the doorway, blocking them, but there was nothing there. But strangely enough, when Paul tried to get out of the room, he could do it normally, and when he went inside again, he could too. But why was it that only her mother could not enter her room?

How strange. Really weird.

As his curiosity grew higher, Paul tried to fumble the air around the door, and he found nothing but emptiness. His mother felt like a stone wall was blocking his way into Paul's room.

"Mother, I think, there's something strange in this house" Paul said with eyes that looked down at every corner of the doorway. "How about we just ask the experts, maybe there are people who hate our family and then they send strange spells into this house."

"That's impossible! Paul's! Where is possible in this day and age there is a spell that can make the air so like a wall like this! This must be you! You must have put a device around your door so your mother couldn't get into the room to scold you! I guessed! You bad boy!"

Surprised to hear the prejudice from his mother, Paul becomes a little upset. And, as he was about to reply to his mother's words, something tiny and radiant flew across his nose, making his mouth which was about to open, shut again, and their numbers were many. Paul and his mother were surprised to see this; it was like a firefly, but it was round and glowing, and each of them had a different color of light. When counted by Paul, it turns out that there are ten of them.

"Paul, why are there fireflies here!? It's still noon!" after all!"

"I don't understand either, Ma'am," Paul replied, with a still focused look at the fireflies flying around his face. "I wonder, actually, where did these guys come from?"

"Don't joke! Paul!" snapped the mother in a grumbling tone. "From small! You are always hiding animals or strange things in your room!"

"But I really don't know about this Mom! I also don't know why you can't get into my room! So don't think that all the weird stuff that's going on here is me! Ma!"

"BUT YOU ARE FROM CHILDHOOD ALWAYS DOING NAUGHTY THINGS! SO I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT YOU SAY! PAUL!"

Suddenly, all the fireflies flew into the mother's face until the woman screamed in pain bitten by the strange animal.

"HOOP! THEY'RE ATTACKING ME! STOP THIS! PAUL'S! THEY BITE ME! HURRY ON! PAUL'S! ARGHH!"

Paul nimbly approached his mother who was hit by the firefly, until the woman fell lying on the floor, with her hands twitching, driving away the tiny animals, who were trying to bite her face.

"Hus! Hus! Hus! Oye! Go ye! Just go! Don't hurt my mom!" Paul was pounding the tiny insects with both hands, and strangely, like human language, they began to fly away from his mother's face. "Come Ma'am! Let me help you stand up!"

The mother grabbed Paul's hand and he was finally able to get back on his feet, although his face was still painful because it had been attacked by the fireflies.

"Paul, is Mom's face okay!?"

Hearing that, Paul looked at his mother's face and in an awkward tone, he replied, "Just calm down, Mom's face is fine." In fact, the woman's face was not okay.

"Thank God, I thought my face was broken" Then the mother's eyes glanced at the firefly. "Paul! Get me some bug spray in the kitchen! They've gone too far! Hurry along!"

However, just as Paul was about to rush into the kitchen to retrieve the object, a pale-white, black-haired, black-robed man, with cold eyes, suddenly appeared before him.

My mother was as shocked as Paul.

"Who are you!?" Both Paul's eyebrows frowned, astonished by the shocking appearance of a foreign man in his house.

The pale man smiled faintly at Paul.

"Hello Mr. Paul, it's nice to meet you" said the pale man with a friendly face. "Ah, let me tell you, the reason why your Mother can't enter your room is because of my will, including when the firefly strikes your Mother's face. Then, actually, the appearance of the ten fireflies is not just a decoration, they have their own meaning, sir."

Hearing the explanation from the pale man, made Paul aghast and a little confused, especially with the call 'master' he gave him. Paul really doesn't understand.

"Wait a minute!" The mother began not to accept this super strange state, the logic could not accept all the oddities that occurred here. "Before you speak of the firefly to my son! I want to know! Who are you really! Suddenly come without excuse, what do you think my house is!? At least! If you want to meet, knock on the door!"

Hearing the screams from the woman, making cold eyeballs from the man of pale skin, shifted glances to Mother Paul.

"Hm... So you're wondering who I am, yeah. All right, I'll let you know. There was nothing special about me, I was just a lowly servant, who happened to be ordered to come here." said the pale man with a faint smile and a very friendly tone.

"Then, what's your name?" Now, Paul is speaking.

"my name? Actually I kind of minded to mention the name myself, but since you are asking, what can be done," then, he continued, "Roswel, my name is Roswel, Sir."

"OKAY. Then, how did you suddenly get in front of me, Roswel?" Paul asked again, because that was what was still on his mind.

"To come here, I actually used agios, a candy that can move a person's body to a distant place, of course, when the candy is eaten, sir."

"Impossible! Just by eating a candy, you can move around!? Too weird," said Paul in amazement."Then, can you explain again what the meaning of the fireflies, Roswel?"

"Well, Mr. Paul," said Roswel, bowing respectfully to Paul. "So, sir, in fact, you have been chosen by the Sovereign to be a Mentor to the ten fireflies."

"Me-Being an M-Mentor!? For ten fireflies!? What do you mean!?" Paul was surprised to hear that.

"Let me be clear again, sir, so...,"