One Original [1]

"what did you say?!?"

A girl was holding a young woman with red hair, black eyes, a face smeared with bruises and a little saliva running down her cheek. The girl shook the young woman in an attempt to make her respond and aggressively pulled her hair back..

pulling out some wires.

Around them, there was a group of students who, despite not being in the same situation as the young woman, were also full of bruises. They wore Class E student uniforms and often ground their teeth in anger, however the anger was not from the current situation. If anyone looked closely, she would notice that the anger was directed at the young woman being assaulted.

The redhead tried to grab the girl's arm in front of her, but whenever she managed to gather strength, the attacker used her free hand to hit her arms. Her strength was nothing compared to the aggressor who had a strength skill.

"S-stop! Please stop!"

The redhead pleaded fiercely, as tears streamed from her eyes taking the spit she had taken down.

"Stop!? We're all in the same situation here, what right do you think you have to go around asking the students of better classes to help you there!? Do you think you're better than any of us!? Do you think you're worthy of receiving help from them! !?"

With every word that came out of the girl's mouth, it seemed that she was getting more and more furious with the redhead in front of her. She grabbed the young woman's neck and squeezed fervently, marking her skin a little.

"You're nothing but a slut! You don't even try like all of us, you stay here asking for help every day, you know how it gets in our way!?"

Her anger seemed to have no end. The group of students also seemed to be getting more and more impatient with the redhead.

As the beating went on, a dark-skinned young man was leaning against the wall watching the situation from afar. His face also carried extreme fury, but it was directed at the group and the woman who violently beat the redhead.

This was Dreyden Stella.

"In the novel I'd only seen a memory of it. Damn it, I'm getting extremely pissed off right now."

Dreyden clenched her fist tightly as he faced the situation.

The girl being beaten was living proof that the Triangle method is flawed.

"Who would have thought that the wielder of an original ability could be in this situation!? This is ridiculous."

Dreyden felt increasingly furious about it all, but he suppressed the urge to intervene.

He watched the redhead lose consciousness on the girl's arm, and then he stepped forward.

Running at high speed, his fist went up in flames as he left a trail of fire where it passed.

Watching his robes, the crowd automatically opened up to him. Arriving at the side of the group, he began to walk slowly while ignoring the pain of having his skin burned.

His anger clouded the pain. The students were afraid of Dreyden's furious expression and backed away.

Ignoring them, Dreyden walked past them. He walked up to the girl who had the redhead in her hands and, without any hesitation, he attacked. His fiery fist slammed into the girl's belly, burning all the clothing she had wrapped around it.

Her blow was so fierce it had her thrown back as she felt her skin burn.

Dreyden had put all his magical energy into that blow. Its flames that normally had a normal color, before hitting the girl's belly turned blue, increasing their firepower.

the girl's body dropped with a thud. In the eyes of the people around, it was not known if she was alive or not.

But Dreyden knew. She was alive.

Seeing her classmate crashing into the wall and passing out, the E-Class students present panicked and fled.

Some of the higher classes retreated away, but stayed close enough to see the outcome.

Removing his uniform, Dreyden reached down and covered the redhead with it, which made many of the students go into shock. He picked her up and started walking out of that place.

As he walked, the people around him made their way in silence, not daring him to look him in the eye or even the girl.

****

Amidst the darkness of her closed eyes, the girl felt a sudden pain in her neck. Placing her hands on him, she reminded herself why she was in pain.

"Argh!"

She gasped as she shifted unconsciously, and noticed she was on something soft. Using all her strength, she tried to get up and open her eyes but was stopped by the sudden order she received.

"Don't get up."

Hearing the thick tone of voice, the girl felt her body shake and followed the order, not getting up. Confused, she opened her eyes to a strange ceiling.

'This is not the infirmary.'

Having spent a lot of time in the infirmary, she was confused as she got lost in her thoughts. Overcome by the sense of urgency she felt, she stood up against the order she had received.

The first thing she noticed was that she was in a room. Checking her body condition, she looked down to be shocked.

"B-but what!?"

She was shocked to see what she was covered. How could she not recognize that fabric? Ever since she entered the Triangle she has tried to beg students from all classes to help her.

She looked around quickly in panic, and lowering her vision, she watched the owner of the voice. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor, eyes closed and shirtless.

"W-who..."

She felt her voice waver as she watched the boy open his eyes and stare at her.

"So you woke up."

He got up and walked towards her, sitting on the edge of the bed.

The redhead felt her body shake when she saw the boy approach, it couldn't be different, after all, she had a very bad impression of class A students.

"So you're the girl who's been asking for help through the corridors of the Triangle."

Hearing his voice again, she closed her eyes tightly. She didn't think asking for help would cause so much trouble.

Even though she was beaten and abused by the strongest daily, she saw no other way out than to ask for help, but who knew her colleagues would be angry with her?

And now she was here, in this situation.

"P-please don't hit me!"

Huddled, she waited for the slaps she received, but the more time passed, the more confused she felt.

'He... won't hit me?'

Still afraid, she opened her eyes to see him putting on the uniform that was over her body.

"I won't hit you, don't worry."

She frowned in confusion.

"You won't? Then why am I here?" Her voice was filled with doubt.

"What?" It was the boy's turn to look at her in confusion. "You asked for help, I'll help you."

"You go?" The young woman responded softly with some hesitation.

The boy in front of her then smiled, "Sure, but first go wash up." He pointed to a closed door beside her. "You were hurt a lot, we talk after that."

Feeling a little embarrassed, she looked at her condition and her clothes, before quickly getting to her feet.

"Wait, what's your name?" the boy asked, but was greeted by the sound of the bathroom door closing.

*****

As she felt the hot water fall over her naked body, the girl was lost in her thoughts.

Her name is Maya. How long has it been since they asked her name? Long enough for her to doubt her identity.

The boy's words still echo in her mind.

Maya was the only survivor of the original disaster. In the past, being part of an original family, she always had everything she wanted.

You could say that she was at the top of the social class, but who knew that because of an event, she would go from top to bottom?

Her family was one of the most powerful families of the originals, families that carried the original abilities.

Original skills.

Skills that gave rise to all others. Abilities like life, death, reality, fire, earth, and ice.

All existing abilities came from the original ones, and the families that possessed those abilities were called original families.

Maya was part of such a family, the most powerful.

The Serenity family had the book of reality in their possession.

This family's power only grew, which threatened the authorities of the others, so in a complex plan, the other families banded together and attacked the Serenity family.

But...the power to manipulate reality was stronger than they thought, so it was mutual destruction.

Showing their power, the Serenity family was able to clash with the others.

Maya still remembers the last words she hear from her mother.

'With your skill, you will become great wherever you are, daughter. So don't be afraid, you have a bright future!'

Squeezing her hands, a tear fell from her face joining with the hot bath water running down her body.

On her mother's advice, she joined the Triangle, but when it came to using her skill, she couldn't.

Then she fell into the worst room. At first, she was obsessed with knowing why, so she locked herself in the library.

After 3 days she finally found out why.

The stronger an ability, the more magic energy it needed.

And Maya didn't have control of magic. Seeing the price of a low-level one in the merits shop, she knew she would never be able to afford one.

So she thought of only one solution, asking for help from people who already had control before entering the gym.

Since then, her life at the academy has become hell.

She couldn't believe her current situation. Having asked for help from class B and C students, she always saw the same reaction of contempt and mockery, now she was being helped by a class A student!?

It was too much for her head to process.

Moving her head from side to side, she stopped thinking about it and focused on her current situation.

Being from class E, her bathroom was public, she couldn't believe that the boy had a private bathroom for him, and more, a shower with hot water.

She didn't care how long it was there, she just enjoyed the feeling.

"If it's a dream... I don't want to wake up."

She muttered as she closed her eyes enjoying the feeling of washing herself.

Her red hair was quite long, as soon as she touched the tip, she felt a part of it missing, which reminded her of the beating she'd taken.

She quickly turned off the shower and ran her hand over the mirror to get the steam out. Turning around she noticed that one part of her hair was shorter than the other.

'That bastard!'

Seeing a pair of scissors on top of the sink below the shower, she picked them up. Afraid, she began to cut her hair long as her heart ached with each cut.

In the end, her hair was still long, but shorter than before.

She sighed as she stared at her figure in the mirror. She hadn't seen each other in a long time.

Confident in her current appearance, she put the only clean clothes in the bathroom, the boy's spare uniform, and walked out of the bathroom.

As soon as she opened the door, she watched the boy still sitting on the floor with his eyes closed. He looked tired as sweat was running down his forehead.

'What he is doing?'

she wondered, before walking silently to the bed and sitting on it, being careful not to make any noise.

"You finally got out." The boy's voice entered her ear making her look at him, noting his friendly smile, she prepared herself mentally.

It all depended on the next few hours, and after experiencing the peace she felt, she didn't think she would be able to get back on her feet if she returned to her old reality.