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Kyse Drayson


Kyse's Journal (From most recent)
January 28th, 2013 Entry #2: Things have been sorta uneventful... I mean, things are still happening. At school, I had to do a project on family history and that was pretty depressing. Turned out to be creative writing for me. Cuz...no history. And there I helped MCPD bust the same drug ring that had started out at Westside High. So that was an adventure. Also, I've been hanging out at the Stoop some with the Phalanx. I MIGHT have a secret crush on somebody, but I'm not saying who. I like the Teen Phalanx cuz there is food there. And the people are cool as well. But, there is drama too. Like, Sam evidently got kidnapped. So...I feel pretty concerned about that. But kidnappings have sorta been happening all over the place. Osprey sent out a file about several kids who've gone missing. I'm thinking I'm gonna get involved with this and see what turns up.



January 5th, 2013 Entry #1: It's a new year, so I started with new journal entries. Considering last year was my actual first year of being I thought that would be appropriate. Speaking of... My existence has been bothering me lately. I mean... Not like I'm bummed or anything, but the fact that I do. Exist I mean. Due to the fact that I didn't before... GAH!!!@!@! See how confusing it can be? Basically, I'm just feeling a little lonesome and I'm confused about what the heck I am and where the heck I belong. I've met some people and their nice and everything, but... I dunno. For some reason a city full of people can feel really isolating.


And to be honest the absence of my father is starting to sting. I don't know why it is taking so long for him to report to that magician's counsel (or whatever it is), but the length of time he's been away can't be a good thing. I often asked him if my creation was a mistake. He always said that there are no mistakes in this life. Only new circumstances to adapt to. But I know he was worried that my 'being' would bother some of his colleagues. And I have worried, or even feared that even while I'm getting used to being alive it could all be snatched away.

Father loved...no LOVES... poetry. He read Keats and Byron and some of the older stuff to me before we came to Millennium City. It always made me feel...alive. I made a poem myself to try to make me feel better. I sorta guess it did...

From nothing…
…to nothing.
by Kyse Drayson


I wasn’t… and then I was
Without any distinct cause.
I’m made of some magician’s flaws,
My existence gives me pause.

Wind and air has no form,
At least I’m told that’s the norm.
But I’ve no past that keeps me warm,
I’m just some kid born of storm.

Other kids have a place,
Some family they call home base.
But I have nowhere to call my space,
I’m just some element with a face.

Some magic counsel my existence weighed
Their judgment final, firm, unswayed
And now I can’t but feel afraid
Someone will come and make me unmade.

I was…and then I wasn’t.






2012 (From most recent)

December 26, 2012 Entry #8: So there was this big holiday that people were going on and on about, but the significance was sorta lost on me... Anyway, big news though! I got invited to join an actual group of heroes! Teen ones! They're called the Teen Phalanx and apparently they are from some, like, alternate dimension or something... Sounds complicated, but the people are really cool. Father wouldn't like this, but oh well. He's been gone a while now and being on my own sucks. (Learning more things to say like 'sucks' and 'pissed' from tv and hanging out. Odd...but they help me fit in.) Anyway, things are going fine. Hopefully I'll get to stay a human long enough to enjoy it.


December 3, 2012 Entry #7: Registered at a new school. Hopefully this will go better. Grace Memorial High School here I come. Maybe I can make a friend or two. The squirrels in my neighborhood are looking the other way when they see me coming these days. Maybe I'm too needy? Who ever knows with rodentia. <---learned that word in school before I got booted. So... There's that.


November 13th, 2012 Entry #6: Got kicked from school. Expelled. I seem to have grown a reputation as a trouble maker. Truth is I'm stopping trouble! A drug dealer from VIPER was hawking Draysha to the students and getting them all crazy like! Put a stop to that! Didn't mean to cause all the damage on campus though. Good news is I took all the blame as me, not Microburst. Secret identity intact! Am I a drop out now?


October 28th, 2012 Entry #5: It's official. I need an outfit. Not a school going outfit. A hero-ing one. This hood isn't hiding anything anymore. Masks seem cool. And the less binding clothes the better. Fabric is like prison. Also, school. Still not going well. I tend to get into a lot of trouble. Questions are frowned upon, which I find disconcerting in a place of learning. But I guess asking the teacher why he stares at the young ladies posterior is somehow inappropriate? But it was true.


September 8th, 2012 Entry #4: I know father said to lay low... But I'm not going to. What good is a hero registration if I'm not being a hero? I've taken to helping out where I can and reporting to MCPD. One of the lieutenants there says I should get hooked up with a group of teenagers like myself. Father would definitely hate that. I'm doing it anyway. Goal set. Also... School is not very fun. Math. I don't like it.


August 7th, 2012 Entry #3: It's finally happened. Father left to rejoin the Order and report the attack on the stronghold. And I suppose also to tell them about me. Although he seemed to have doubts about that. And I'm in this giant city all alone. Well... Mostly alone. The waitress at the diner downstairs is nice. And I think I've made friends with a certain squirrel, but it's hard to tell with squirrels. Most of them anyway. The bottom line and the truth of it is that I'm lonely. I watch a lot of the television. Father said I should try to fit in while I'm here so I've been watching something called 'teen drama'. And movies about teenagers who are werewolves and vampires and whiney little girls who love them. Dumb. I'm registered as a hero though! Father saw to that before he left. And he gave me his name! I'm officially Kyse Drayson. The name did less to feel like a real person than I thought it would.


July 4, 2012 Entry #2: Millennium City! Of all the places we've visited this one is the most unique! Towers reach the sky and there are so many people. And explosions of color all over the sky! Of course, father says that's because it is a national holiday. But I still like it. Also there are people unlike we've seen on our travels thus far. People who fly and have wings and glow! Father says that's why we're here. Here in this city he says that I can hide in plain sight and be safe. We have a meeting tomorrow with a school on high (or something like that). Evidently I'm going to have to be there most days of the week for learning things. Also, father left money at a hotel and is making 'arrangements'... He's going to leave me here and that's not something I'm looking forward to. I'm not very excited about being alone.


May 17th, 2012 Entry #1: We've been gone from the stronghold - father says it's called Harney Peak - for weeks. I can see the concern on father's face when he looks at me. He doesn't know what I am. Neither do I. He seems...worried? But I'm enjoying the adventure. The world is so full of things. There is something called ice cream that really makes me feel great! I mean...great! I like it here and I like traveling around to all of these new place with father. The people everywhere we go look very interesting. I've tried to speak to them, but father indicates that it isn't such a good idea. He's decided that he has to get back to the Order, but that I may not be safe there. He even seems worried what they may do to me. His eyes get far off when he talks about it...then he stops talking about it. He's decided to go alone. His new project is finding a place for me to 'hide-out'. Sounds like more adventure to me!


March 27th, 2012 Introduction: 'Father says that I should keep a journal to chronicle my thoughts and to sort out my feelings. He has gifted me with this book for that purpose. Languages and letters flutter about in my head, but this is the one I've settled on. It is the one father uses the most. I'll write like this... But what I'll write about... I dunno. He says I should consider who and what I am. He knows it bothers me. Maybe the answers I'm looking for will come from writing about the questions. I tend to doubt that.