Haha, someone is mad. Happy ready! How do you guys pronounce Xanxia?
Nobody is perfect and if that's what people keep on telling me, then they're lying because there is no way in all the realms that–oh, shit, it's true! I leaned in closely, until my face was inches away from the paper. I couldn't help but inhale its woodsy scent that was mixed with the scent of freshly cut grass with a subtle hint of honey and roses, it vaguely reminded me of someone. "Are you done making out with that book," a deep voice spoke. I flinched my eyes snapping open and the smile that had crept its way onto my face disappeared. I sighed realising that it was just Parys. "Dude, don't creep up on a magi like that," I snapped playfully, pressing my palms flat against my chest and widening my eyes. Parts shrugged, glancing towards the yearbook in front of me. He pulled it towards himself before I could get a hold of it. "History project," he asked. "Your dad's not here," he stated casually with a hum. I straightened my back and sli
"So, I'm guessing that you knew daddy dearest," I asked the professor while picking at my nails. "I thought Xerxes while he was here at the Academy. He had arrived from the human world similarly as you had. He wasn't very social but had an aptitude for magic…misusing it that is. He was always in a fight yet refused to join Professor Xanxia in the arena. He was very strange that way." Professor Faren had a slight frown on his face, that he quickly shrugged off as we arrived at the guard outpost. He seemed to know all the guards by name and a few of their family members too. They thought highly of him but I still wasn't sure about his thoughts. I couldn't get a read on his mind and the few times that I thought I'd tune in to his mind, he was just speaking softly. "So what's a darkling like," I decided to ask once we were clear of the guards. "Ah, excellent question," he said. The merriment in his voice overwhelmed me with regret. I could already hear the senseles
Phoebe watched me with a familiar worried glance while Medaline was…trying not to appear as if she was looking but she was most definitely looking towards the table a few tables over. Her eyes shot daggers and her mouth was open wide. "This bitch," she said to herself, blinking furiously as she turned away from the upsetting scene. "Are you feeling alright," Phoebe asked, leaning forward in her seat. I glanced towards her briefly and nodded, returning my gaze towards my notebook. I was making notes for a project that I had due the following week. I wanted to start it early so that I would have more time to focus on my other classes as well as doing some extra reading. "You know we are here if you want to beat a bitch," she said loudly, turning to glance towards the table again. I sighed. "Guys, I told you. Cassian and I talked and we are taking a break," I reminded them the hundredth time. "I thought you said that you guys were taking it slow, not t
I wasn't used to having other people care about me. Only my mother used to inquire about my mental health on a daily basis. She would have strange questions to ask about my emotions and thoughts. Once after I had gotten into a fight in middle school, she sat me down and told if I had ever done something that I wouldn't do consciously in any particular circumstances, I should tell her about it. If I was to ever feel like a passenger in my own body, I was to tell her immediately. Had I become a passenger in my own body? There was that strange night that I couldn't remember. Ugh, I needed to get a grip and sort out my priorities. Saving my mother was of utmost importance and I couldn't do that if I wasn't strong enough to beat Xerxes, which meant having a full schedule and little time for hanging out with my friends. I sighed, if I devoted all my free time to hanging out with my friends instead of studying and learning more about my father, I would be far behind with my studi
One of the few symptoms of mental exhaustion is delirium, losing your mind to your surroundings. I felt like I was in the passenger seat of a car driving really fast down a narrow road. The wind was blowing through my hair and I felt as if I could fly… I released a heavy breath as I opened my eyes. I was standing before the white house. There were a few people walking in and out laughing, drinking and having fun. Sigh, I needed a drink but I wasn't accustomed to drinking. Maybe I did and this was another mind test by Professor Faren pushing me to find a way out and resist his control over my mind. I tilted my head as I glanced around sceptically with wide eyes. Oh, maybe I'll win this time if I follow the narrative for a while then catch off guard like a sneak attack. The world began to spin as I nodded slowly to myself, taking slow steps into the house. A few students stop to give me strange stares. I felt like I was floating through space but I'd look good doing it. I was
"Leave the door open," I told, Cassian as he entered my dorm. He smirked as he pushed the door wide open. "Okay." He paused by the door, stuffing his hands into his long coat as he glanced around. He had insisted on carrying my bags to the white house but what he had actually meant was that he was going to make the two lycans lurking outside the doorway do all the heavy lifting while he watched my every move like a hawk. There were so many questions that I wanted to ask him but I knew better than to expect a straight answer. He was so closed off and mysterious. I knew that he'd tell me all that I wanted to know one day in the future but I couldn't help but want to know now. Was deciding to wait for him the right call? Should I have just let him drift away just as he wanted to push me away for some unknown reason because let's face it, you don't follow a distraction around like a lost puppy. I nibbled at my bottom lip, placing a few of my books in a large bo
Though I couldn't help but wonder, why was he so tense when I mentioned Silas. Yes, we had unique gifts that combined well with each other but we were basically best friends because of this, there was nothing more between us. Silas and I had a purely platonic relationship. He was the sweet yet charming guy next door and I was the girl with a bad streak and a complicated family. With a bright smile on my face, I turned and knocked sharply on the white and silver door of the white house. It was quite unique and had a strangely familiar symbol carved into the door handle along with silver tailings twisting and turning at the edges of the door to converge in the centre, forming what looked like… I leaned closer, squinting my eyes at the strange mark but before I could figure it out the door swung open. I immediately straightened, plastering a nervous grin on my face. A nervous grin, which faltered as my eyes widened in shock at the sight before me. Oh, God! Silas stood before me, s
The walk up two flights of stairs was pure torture. As my chest burned and I struggled to breathe, I started to feel a little sympathy towards Silas. As he stopped several times to stretch his muscles. When we finally arrived at the top floor, we walked for a really long while, following the twists and turns of the hallway. Silas finally dropped my suitcase and bag before a door in an hallway leading towards a set of double doors. My curiosity piqued as I began to ponder what mysterious laid beyond the velvet doors with gold forming intricate patterns against the wood, similar to that of the front door. "What's behind that door," I asked after allowing Silas to catch his breath. He followed my pointy finger to the doors and he smirked. This should be good…as long as ghosts weren't involved. "Well, if you must know, Miss. Malcolm," he started to speak with posh accent but dropped it when it made him out of breath. "Thats your room!" My eyebrows shot through the ro