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"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
I had sensed Silas' eyes, the second Phoebe said, "honesty'. He had explicitly asked that I not tell the girls about Xerxes and about just how powerful and dangerous he was. Sigh, what was I supposed to do? I didn't want to lie to my friends and this was supposed to be my home away from home. A home built on the honesty of its occupants. I brushed at the bridge of my nose as it began to tingle. I should have taken that nap earlier. I bit my bottom lip and got up from the stool. "Silas, we need to talk," I said walking past him to wait patiently in the far corner of the living room. My shoes tapped at the floor impatiently as I focused on breathing steadily, my hand pressed against my back. "You look like my mom when she's upset," Silas commented as he came to stand in front of me. I huffed, brushing at my frazzled curls that had escaped my ponytail. "Why didn't you tell me that the initiation was a game of truth or dare," I snapped quietly, leaning towards him with narrowed
He will kill you…where Xerxes last words to me before he fell into a deep sleep. His skull had been cracked sending a jolt through his entire body and then his feeling faded. Touch. My heart had broken along with his mind. I was so close and yet I stood at the back of the line. My promise had shattered to the floor with my hope. A hope that my life would be a fairytale. I hells happily ever after in my hand for the first time and then it let go. I thought that I had hated him but how could you shed tears for someone who you hated. Feeling. I felt them falling down my cheek but I didn't want them to fall, that would admit that I had lost. That would presumed that I love. Did I love him? I was willing. What should I do now? Hate or grieve. Claw. He said he attacked. He was hurting me. I felt it but this pain that I felt now hurt more. I inhaled deeply, squeezing my eyes shut as the cold water of the shower beat down against my skin. I released the breath slowly, trying to
Something had changed within Xerxes mind or it was just that Xerxes mind. It was fractured with black smoke creeping around every corner. My mother wasn't with me but I could feel her close by, hopefully convincing her husband to man up. In a way I guess I could understand what he was going through. Not knowing who you really are and constantly doubting yourself. It was sad just like all our lives. I only wish that I could do more to help him rather than just be bait or a distraction for the dark side. I admittedly hadn't planned ahead of getting into Xerxes' mind. This was something that I hadn't thought of. I was still figuring out my abilities but at least I had the confidence to overcome my fear. I walked aimlessly around the giant gothic castle, pushing doors open to reveal empty rooms until I arrived at a large room that vaguely resembled a throne room. Through the shimmers and smog, I spotted a shadowy figure sitting on the throne and another standing before it. I walked
"I told you that I was going to save him," my mother snapped, brushing the dirt of her red sundress, unbeknownst to the twig sticking out of her hair. She looked like a mad woman and she sounded like one too. "He is beyond saving," I gritted out in pain as I straightened my body. My shoulder was in a strange position which could only mean one thing. It was dislocated. "You know nothing," my mother spat angrily. "Yeah, I wonder why," I replied sassily, walking towards a tree. I leaned my shoulder against it and sighed. I might even hurt myself more. "And what is that supposed to mean? I don't even recognize you anymore," she said in her pissed off, 'I'm going to whoop your ass' tone. I turned towards her, leaning my back against the tree. My hand was trembling and the hellhound scratch still hurt really badly. I couldn't push my shoulder back into place without possibly causing myself more harm so I would rely on telekinesis to do the job. I exhaled slowly while staring at m
I couldn't help but to laugh. My nemesis was lying unconscious just inches away from my boot. Oh, the world was right again. I stared down at the man that looked like my father but he was far from it. With his eyes closed he almost looked peaceful, well if it wasn't for the blood running down his face from a nasty gash on his temple. "Yikes, I guess I don't know my own strength," I said, placing my hands on my hips as I glanced towards the table. It was indeed a blueprint of the academy but that is as much as I understood given that it was printed in bold at the bottom of the paper. I had no idea what he was planning but there was only one way to find out. I sighed. I did not want to go that way, especially without a physical anchor. I huffed and crouched beside him. Plucking a strand of hair from his head and pulling a loose strand from mine. I twisted the strands together, well I got frustrated and rolled them into a ball since they were so tiny. With a snap of my fingers,
"You have got to be f*cking kidding me," I cursed aloud, running my hands over my curls. The front bang that I had managed to cut, hanging over my forehead like a mockery. "Excuse me, watch your language young lady," my mother said sternly, folding her arms as she stared at me. I released a humourless laugh, nodding to myself slowly. "I am a motherf*cking idiot," I said slowly to myself in realisation. Xerxes was right. That's a wound that cut far too deep. How was I supposed to recover? "What is wrong with you? Who have you become? You are not the daughter I sent here. What did you do to yourself?" my mother said, staring at me with wide eyes filled with…indifference. "What did I do to myself," I retorted quietly, glancing towards the floor. "I did nothing. What did you do to me," I paused and hummed, giving her a sad smile. "Irrelevant, I guess I don't mean that much anyways," I continued, pulling my knee towards my chest and hugging them. "Taiti, stop this foolishness. You
I was perched in a tree, simply to put it. I couldn't stop thinking about the memories that Professor Faren had sent to me. Xerxes was the name given to him by his father but he had another name, given by his mother. That was how I was supposed to reach out to him. Though I couldn't bury the nerves spiking under my skin, raising my temperature and making me uncomfortable. Was it weird that I was nervous? All this new information was making my stomach twist and turn. Why did this feel so different? I had met Xerxes recently and he was a narcissistic ass hat but I guess I had never met the man my mother fell in love with. It was making me nervous and I needed to focus. I exhaled slowly, hoping down from the tree branch. It was very far from the ground which was how I got up there in the first place. Well, it was not as if the serene scene that I had painted was real. I stood under a large tree, full of branches that hung low and broad leaves that swayed subtly. There was short gr
My heart was pounding in my chest and I struggled to breath properly. What I was about to do, would most likely get me killed. Which was why I needed guidance. Kylen was halfway across town and I was not about to tell the director of my involvement regarding the lockdown. That would be my third strike and then I was out for good. I couldn't leave permanently now, not when Cassian was about to do something that I was told that I needed to do ever since I got here. It was strange, wasn't it? How Kylen would always be pressuring me to awaken Prime and yet Cassian could do it himself. Was that what he was subtly telling me to do…or did I miss something? Ugh, I was always so distracted. I hope that it was nothing major…but then again the look on Parys' face. He discovered something. Shit, I couldn't handle all these doubts right now. I trusted Cassian, more than I did myself. He could do this and whatever the consequences we would face them together. I released a slow shaky breath a
I resisted the urge to stomp my feet childishly while swinging my shoulders. Instead I took a deep breath. I could fix this, we could fix this. I just needed to find Cassian and apologised. I began to walk after Cassian, when Parys suddenly grabbed my wrist. What? Didn't he want me to go after him? Was this a 'he needs some spaces' situation. I glanced down at Parys' tight grip and then met his gaze with confusion. He blinked out of a trance and then quickly released my hand. "Sorry," he said, running his hand through his hair nervously. This was strange, Parys behaviour. I turned towards him slowly. "Are you okay," I asked genuinely worried about him. We still hadn't had that talk about his love life yet and it was most definitely overdue. "I'm fine. I…ah…can we talk later," he paused to glance towards the others but I was already nodding. "Later, in private. It's something important," he continued. "Oh, okay," I said, glancing towards the floor. This sounded very import
Cassian was pacing and gripping his hair so tightly, I was sure that he would rip out a few strands. Silas sat in front of me, bandaging my arm. He followed my gaze to Cassian and released an inaudible sigh. He glanced at me hesitantly as if he wanted to say something but wouldn't say it with Cassian present. "Uhm, are you okay, " I said softly towards Silas. "Why wouldn't he be okay, " Cassian chipped in before Silas could answer. He had stopped pacing to stare at Silas with a hard stare. I sighed, pulling my arm away from Silas to tie the bandage myself. I stood to my feet and left the room with Cassian hot on my heels. "Cassian Shane 'Primus' Cole!" I said loudly, turning sharply to face him. "Stop following me," I continued in a quieter tone. "I'm not going to disappear into thin air if you take your eyes off me for 5 minutes, " I said, hinting at how much alone time I needed. Cassian stared down at me with an unreadable expression on h