[Alpha]

Fallon had just got out of his last class for the day, and felt the need to blow off some steam. His professors always gave him grief for the fact that he fell asleep in their classes despite being able to answer all of their questions and pass their exams. He practically ran to his basement, or as he called it, The Armory. It was named as such because of the vast collection of weaponry that he had amassed along with a seemingly endless supply of targets and mirrors to watch himself as he practiced. He grabbed his favorite sword, a perfectly weighted blade, that was made for him on his sixteenth birthday. As he picked it up, he remembered that it was given to him by his father, and bittersweet emotions flooded him.
Centering himself first, he began to hack and slash, mindlessly and effortlessly flowing through the forms and motions that he had practiced endlessly since he had been able to handle even the smallest of weapons. Moving faster and with less precision, he started to let his pent up frustration and memories of the past flow through him and struck with greater force. The stationary targets did little for him as a challenge, though he managed to at least calm down some for the moment. He stopped for a minute and surveyed the damage he had inflicted and realized that it would take several long hours in order to restore the room to ideal conditions for practice again. All of a sudden his phone buzzed with a notification that he had a new email. He tried to open it, but it refused to be opened with a cat popping up on his screen before crashing his phone. "Damn it all," he angrily stated, "this would happen today of all days. Oh well, might as well try my computer." He pulled out his laptop and was greeted by a blinding light as he clicked on the message. "What the...."