The coming of the Fauns

Meet Ron Herbert.

"Look. Again this loser came out of his kennel." 

"Lord! And how does he have the audacity to show himself to people." 

Residents whispered behind the guy who was walking through the streets. Yes, they said all sorts of nasty things in his direction.

“Chat as much as you like. I will definitely become Flairz." Thought Ron to himself.

The year is 2040. Humanity has advanced in development and technology to the highest point. Over the past 20 years, their progress has grown incredibly fast. Robotics, atomic weapons, systems technology. Now, these three areas were given more extensive attention. Because each of the countries, they wanted to be safe and if something happened, could answer with something. At that time, quite strong conflicts and strife were brewing between states.

Until the completion of a certain incident. Until the planet was struck by misfortune, which radically changed the structure of the world. People disturbed the power of nature, which could not be touched. They got hold of a special mineral that destroyed all their limits and led to new discoveries. Named, Fleziradia. He gave new opportunities, as well as new strength for humanity.

But together with this tremendous new strength. Humanity has brought trouble upon itself. It angered the forces of nature. And at that moment, creatures emerged from the valleys and forests, several times stronger than ordinary people. Fauns, who turned out to be the guards of Fleziradia. Attacking with whole packs, on the human race and destroying cities, one after another.

So the war began, which lasted exactly 10 years. Most of the planet was destroyed. And the world was on the brink of destruction.

June 28, 2050.

Domed City, Grayspawn. It is one of the few remaining intact cities on the entire planet. In order to protect themselves, people enveloped their abode with a special barrier, from the new material received. Created from the main component, which actually is Fleziradia.

The alarm was ringing. Already somewhere, about 20 minutes. In the bachelor room where he lives, the biggest loser in the city.

"Damn, I overslept. Today, the compatibility exam. We need to run urgently." 

A guy named Ron Herbert. For the tenth time, trying to pass the compatibility exam. The past 9 have been unsuccessful. It is completely useless and good for nothing. In general, a complete failure in life.

Got out of bed and began to pack up quickly. Dressing myself with different clothes, and even colors, I picked up very bright ones. So sloppy that it’s funny, up to stomach cramps. The morning started pretty bad. In general, like his whole, worthless life.

"We need to hurry. Otherwise, I will never be able to become one of the Flairz again. They are incredibly cool. From the very first day this man saved my life. I realized that I want to become the same and protect others. Whatever it cost me." 

I ran out of the house and headed for the Brender technology stadium with a bullet. The place where the mineral compatibility test is performed. Once a year, participants from all over the city gather at one point to show what they are capable of.

This was his last attempt. If he fails now, he will never be able to repeat it again. And he doesn't know how to do anything else in life. Everything that he would not undertake, he never did, nothing worked. Whether it's work or study. Everywhere he was, the worst of the worst. And the age is not small, 22 years old, after all.

"So! Dear participants! I am Sylus Obertine. I declare the annual compatibility test open. I ask everyone to go to the platform, in order of priority, and get ready." 

While Ron was in a hurry, running as fast as he could down the street. The exam had already begun and the participants entered the room one by one where compatibility with the mineral was taking place.

"If only, to be in time. If only, to be in time."

He spoke on the way. Trying to console himself with the fact that he will not be late and everything will be fine with him.

Only in the Brender itself, everything was coming to an end and all the participants had already passed their compatibility tests. The successful ones were sent to the ship for further development, and those who blundered, rejected and returned back to everyday life in the city of Grayspawn.

Next year, if they want, they can try. But usually, all those who do not pass, they immediately give up. As if, if it did not work out once, then the second time, they will only fail. For it is pointless to try to get upset several times later. A waste of time and effort. At least the majority of people believed so.

"So! I will ask you to leave, the last applicant. Ron Herbert. Ron Herbert, come out. Mister Herbert. If you do not leave, then we will consider you a failure. For the last time, Ron Herbert." 

Shouted into the loudspeaker. The person who hosted the event. Sylus Obertine. And Herbert when it was his turn. I decided not to come, to be late. Well, just beyond stupidity. He was called several times. Only the guy never showed up at the stadium. And that's all, just because I slept.

"Once, it is not. So we are finishing. He still failed 9 times already. I doubt that even at 10 he would have been able to do anything." 

His name was already known by heart, almost everyone in the city. And very few people believed that he could achieve at least something in life. To be more precise, no one at all.

"Okay. Mister Navalsky. Then I am announcing completion."

"Yes, announce. Obertine." 

This was the end of his exam. Nobody waited for Ron. When he ran up, he was insanely upset and upset that he was late. After all, it was his last hope to achieve at least something in life and become at least someone. And not the waste of society, which it is believed to be, every day.

"Why, the gate is closed?" 

Upon his arrival, no one was left, and there was a lock at the central entrance. Everyone has already gone home.

"Not. Please, let me go. Let me try it again. I want to try again, to pass the compatibility test." 

He spoke loudly, standing at the stadium gates, which at that time were closed. He did not give up and was full of hope and optimism. I hoped that he would be able to overcome difficulties and become truly worthy Flairz. But this is just a dream. The reality turned out to be much harsher than he could have imagined.

"I ask you to. Let me try again. I beg you." 

About 15 o'clock already, somewhere he stayed near the door. Without leaving the place, not a step. The voice was planted. His legs hurt, but he kept standing and asking to be given one more opportunity to show himself. Quite stubborn, it turned out to be a guy. Few are able to have such a strong will and not give up. This, in principle, is its only quality.

"Hey kid. Maybe you can stop already. Go home. Yes, rest." 

A guard approached Ron and asked. For the whole day, this was already his sixth round, around the territory and every time, he ran into this guy, who was breaking into the central entrance of the stadium. And on the last night round, before going to bed, I could not resist and decided to approach.

"Uncle. You are guarding this place. Do You have the keys? Please let me in. I want to try to take the test again. Last time." 

Ron still could not calm down and come to terms with the fact that it was all over. His dream was not destined to come true. He has only one way out. It's about getting used to the daily routine and learning how to live a normal life. As the rest do, the residents of the city.

"f**k off. Are you, Ron Herbert? Look for a job or something else. Stop acting like an i***t. Aren't you ashamed of yourself? The whole city is already laughing at you." 

"But…. But, I want to be Flairz." 

Uncle knew immediately who he was. That loser, about whom there are so many rumors. Yes, his posters, on the covers of newspapers, magazines, with his face. People have even invented a fairy tale and scare him with his story, their little children.

“Here is a son. You won't work hard, study well, and try hard. Then you will become, the same scum of society, like here he is. Ron Herbert". Yes, you will not envy his fame. She clearly, not for the better, was presented to the public.

"Fool. More, you will never become one, accept it."