"Wake up Angelo, its breakfast".
"Hmm?"
Angelo now half awaken by his older brother Matteo's soft and quiet voice.
He's standing over him making sure he sees his eyes open before he starts touching him gently to wake up Angelo.
" There's breakfast Angel, there's eggs and
Bacon, and toast.... with a side of grits aswell, lets hurry before Samantha eats it all again".
Angelo let's out a yawn and eventually stands up rubbing his eyes with his arm. Matteo waited for him to stand before he started walking out of the bedroom.
"Let's go."
Matteo walked with Angelo through the hallway down the stairs and through the second hallway leading to the dining room.
In the entrance there was the house butler.
"Buongiorno(¹) young masters."
Angelo looks up at him who is doubled his height.
"Buongiorno"
"Go on, I made sure the chefs made enough for everyone, your sister won't eat it all before you make it this time".
Matteo gives a pleased smile.
"Thanks alot, let's go Angel".
There it was, large plates filled with bacon and eggs in multiple fashions, sunny side, scrambled, and even hard boiled. The toast stacked into a mountain and the grits were filled in and metal container to take however much we wanted.
Already there at the table were their sister Samantha who would always run here whenever she'd hear breakfast.
Samantha looks up and nods at them with a smile.
"What took you guys so long"
Matteo sits down.
"I was waking up the others because they're heavy sleepers after all, but you already knew that. Plus i didnt want you to eat all of the breakfast before they even woke up like last time."
Samantha swallows and starts talking with her petty voice.
"Where's Roberto?"
Matteo stands back up and turns to the hallway.
"That's a good question, he told me five more minutes... I'll be right ba-."
Before Matteo finishes talking he hear the butler in the hallway speaking-
"Aah young master Roberto, good morning."
The last Oweli boy walks down the hallway with his blue striped pajamas scratching his messy black hair and starts adjusting his round circle glasses.
"Buongiorno Franklin"
"It's bacon, eggs, toast and grits for breakfast." The butler says with his cheerful songful voice.
Roberto finishes adjusting his glasses.
"Hmm...please give my compliments to the chef, they've always made the best grits."
"Will do"
The butler slightly bowing head with his eyes closed.
"Grazie". (²)
Roberto walks past him and then enters the dining room with everyone else.
Its been 4 weeks since the children were shown the Everglider and they are more motivated than ever.
Matteo has usually spent his days outdoors but now he's spending more time with his father in the garage seeing him mod his cars and eventually helping him out with the process.
Roberto decided to spend doubled the hours in the houses personal library, even if he dozed off for a moment he would wake right up and resume his reading about advanced engineering.
Samantha took a more bold approach by taking random items in the kitchen like a hand mixer, breaking them apart and then reassembling them.
Then there's Angelo, trying to solve a 100 piece puzzle to workout his mind in problem solving. He hasn't even made progress I'm 4 days trying to figure it out, he's starting to think pieces are missing.
Unfortunately this is the result of not having Oweli blood. Engineering and inventions aren't just a thing the Oweli bloodline does so they could fit in the rest of their family tree. It's a mysterious and paranormal gift past down for generations in the Oweli family all the way back almost 200 hundred years ago since the even the war has existed.
A gift that Angelo doesn't have because he was just an orphan found in trash, but he doesn't know that. He was only told his potential was coming alittle later than usual.
Angelo spends so much time but fails to understand words on a book meant for people twice his age.
Angelo listens intently but cannot quite find the right wrench his father asks to pass over to him.
Angelo breaks apart a camera wonderfly but just can't quite recall how to reassemble it. Oh darn, now its starting to look like that puzzle. Mom's not going to like this one.
Back at the dining room table and everyone has finished their breakfast and ready to move on to they're respective talents.
"Grazie!"
Everyone says in unison as they all run of in different directions.
Everyone except Angelo who is in a rut. He stand up from his chair and looks down on the carpet.
"Why can't I do anything right, am I stupid?"
He clenches his fist in frustration. In Angelo's eyes the only way he can get real attention if he build a car or great invention like his father, if not he will be all forgotten.
"Rrrgh, no fair ! Why is everyone so good at everything and i cant get done a stupid puzzle?"
He stomps his way through the dark brown wallpaper in the hallway into the huge living room just where the stairs are. He then sees grandma Johhana sitting on her fancy dark oak rocking chair near the chimney just watching television mounted above the fire place.
He stomps his way around behind Granny Johanna just as a way to get her attention.
It work successfully because he managed to stomps hard enough it disrupt the chair enough to shake her very slightly.
She motions her body around just enough to see behind and see who's intruding her TV watch time.
As she turns around all you see is her medium long messy but straight silver hair and spotted face with wrinkles all over. She's wearing a velvet blue sweater with the Oweli family crest on her shest colored in gold and red silk pants.
"Oooh, it's you Angelo. What's wrong you want a hug?"
Her voice is silent as if she were whispering and slow as if she were a sloth that could speak. She reaches out her arms pointed to the side of her while looking back at Angelo with her neck twisted in an uncomfortable position.
Angelo stomps his way in front of his grandmother to great her with a frown.
"Oh... well what with that Ole frown?"
"Everyone's good at everything and I cant do anything right".
He turn his head to the side keeping the frown and continues-
"Father said I can do it too but I'm just a late bloomer. But I want the gift now, I wanna build cars and make airplanes".
Granny Johanna listens and whispers to herself with an annoyed tone-
"Oh he did, did he?"
" Now listen here Angelo... I'll have you know I wasn't born an Oweli so I don't know what to say about that gift department. That was all your grandfather's thing when he married me and I changed my last name to Oweli it was best day of my life, and I continued to be years of my life in this family without speacial genius gift".
Angelo's frown fades and he turns to Grandma who now has his full attention.
"I wanna be loved like dad is loved".
" ah kiddo, you are loved like how he's loved".
He shakes his head
"No, I wanna be praised. Praised for making great inventions."
Grandmother smiles.
"So It's glory you want...your alot like your grandfather".
She then gets up very slowly uses the remote in hand to turn the television off. Then walks her way to the living room cupboard with the glass window opens it takes a book out of it. She returns to the chair with the book in hand releasing a loud exhale of relief when she sits back down.
She opens a large aged book and flips it to a specific page before she turns it to Angelo pointing at an ink illustration.
"This Angelo, is the only thing on this earth that needs praise".
What she points is something Angelo has never seen before, It's an illustration of a winged entity that resembles a human.
It was an anatomy drawing similar to da'vinci's universal man, naked providing a facial closeup, full body ,and then the birdlike wings.
"Are those... the monsters?"
"No, far from it, these are Angels".
"Angels?"
Angelo stairs into the illustration with astonishment and still eyes.
"Or.... these are merely an adaptation of one, we still dont know what they truly look like. These were beings that existed on this Plane of existence long before Man and Monster".
"Where'd they all go?"
She closes then places the book on her lap.
" Some say they were so pure that they just couldn't exist on the same world as humans so they flew up and kept going".
"So cool. Will they ever come back?"
Granny smiles with her warm sincerity.
"Of course, in the words of Zoaist an angel will return and when they do, they will demand purity into the world again ending the war. There would be no more meaningless killings.
O-oh no I almost forgot who I was talking to, silly me".
She gives herself a light knock on the head for her absence.
Angelo looks up at her with enthusiasm.
" I think they'll come, I know it".
"He-he, that's the spirit".
She holds out her arms them embraces Angelo with a warm hug. Granny Johanna smells of raisins, which Angelo hates but bares it for his love of his grandmother.
Having someone just like Angelo with no mechanical talent in the family does make him feel better. But it doesn't change his mind, he wants to be the greatest inventor the world has ever seen.
They finish hugging and Angelo turns his attention to remote on the table vibrating slightly. Then he notices the floor is holding an upsetting vibration. He looks at the remote again and he see the vibrations turn into rumblings that cause the remote to shake off the table to hit the ground.
The rumbling that become more and more ferocious. Until eventually the whole house is shaking.
Johhana looks left and right with her eyes wide in shock of what's happening.
"GRANNY, its an earthquake!"
"No...".
She holds out her ear she hears revving she believes the sounds are coming from the front gate.
Father comes running downstairs into the livingroom.
He then shouts so he can be heard over the noises.
"Mom, Angelo, are you alright!"
They both nod and Marco then makes his way outside to the front gate fully dressed in his usual white collar and khaki outfit.
"Only a high powered vehicle can make that noise".
As he opens the door Angelo running follows closely behind him. Johanna forced to stay stationary in her chair due to all the shaking yells out to them.
"Be careful you two!"
Outside Marco and Angelo both make their way to the front gate seeing Franklin the butler inside the gate waving his arms trying to demand for all the revving to stop.
One of the motorbikes start reving with the others causing Franklin and everyone else to plug their ears.
" darn hooligans... Mr Oweli, they won't leave, they want to meet you".
What Angelo saw beyond the gate was something he's been told over and over again by both his parents he will constantly meet later in life and nor just in television.
Behind the gate was a mob of Giant hairy apes in men's clothing. Brandishing leather vests with an insignia of a skull on each one.
Marco looks in frustration at the bandana wearing motorcycle gang.
" what do you want".
He says this with a sign of annoyance and fists clenched ignoring the loud revs.
One of the huge monkeys raise their hand causing the revs to stop in an instant. This chimp was the leader.
Wearing sunglasses and bandana was the most intense huge and tough monkey inhuman this city has ever seen.
He takes off his sunglasses revealing dead set eyes pointed to Marco, Like he was looking at an arch nemesis.
" hmph, your shorter than I expected Oweli.
Anyways.... The names Boyd... Boyd Strife".
His smiles reach ear to ear revealing his crooked teeth.
He begins revving his huge blood red chopper, the engine sounds like thunderstriking.
" And I challenge you.....Mr. Mechanic heh heh heh".
/// ¹Buongiorno- Good Morning (in Italian. dialect.)
²Grazie - Thank you (in italian dialect)