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I was losing my mind. Howelse would you explain the fact that I was currently feeling sympathy towards Xerxes. I felt myself slowly relating to him. I did in fact inherit his curse. Times like this I hated magic. I longed to be human Taiti with no significant amount of magic. Maybe that was where the line was crossed, at my magic. On one side there was nerdy, bullied and curious me and then on the other side there was bold, independent, strong, bad ass, powerful and maybe a little cunning me, well her. Or maybe the line was drawn in terms of how much of my parents' genes I had. On one side there was my mother's daughter. She was smart, witty, powerful and brave. She looked out for those who could not protect themselves. She felt the closest to the person that I knew myself to be. On the other side was my father's daughter. The darkling, she was coy, hated weakness of any kind, very quiet and mysterious and she loved mischief. She was also very creepy and dangerous. I wonder why
I released a sigh of boredom. What was I doing here…in this room with this guy I barely knew talking about something that he knew nothing of? My legs wouldn't stop bouncing up and down and Parys couldn't stop giving me death stares. "Can you stop that? You are giving me anxiety," he said massaging the side of his head. I sighed once more. There was a weight on my chest, it came with my intense feeling of restlessness. "I shouldn't be here. I have better things to be doing with my time," I said folding my arms and clenching my jaw. We were currently sitting at the back of a classroom that would of usually been about the ascension. The teacher in charge out of the blue decided to have an emergency meeting, requiring all students to attend. Even the ones that didn't attend classes frequently. I was only here because my ascension was far closer than I had anticipated. And although I was 100% certain I knew more about it than this dimwitted teacher, there was always more to be l
Have you ever seen a ghost? I have. They are warped by the most gruesome magic. If something as beautiful and pure such as a soul had a dark side it would be a ghost. A twisted reality. Ghosts were always hungry, hunting for life's energy. They are never satisfied. They just want more and more until there is nothing left. I was afraid of ghosts because on my 9th birthday, my father dearest set a family of them on me. They loomed at the foot of my bed, hid underneath it, and floated above me. They never fed, they just watched. They gave me nightmares. One night the little girl missing one eye snuck into my bed. I have never forgotten that night. It's the night I stopped sleeping. I watched and waited until morning. I promised myself to never let that happen ever again. I wouldn't close my eyes. I was never safe. The man sitting across from me was the reason. He ruined my life. I stood slowly to my feet, my eyes staying focused on his every move. The lamp illuminated his face,
I glanced around incoherently, stumbling over my feet as I gathered my bearings. I was at the academy gates but the guard posts were empty. A strong hand suddenly gripped my arm tightly and I began to panic. It took 5 seconds for me to recognize the person who was steadying me. "You…" I trailed off, pointing at him. The hellhound with the red streak going through his hair nodded. "You said to tell you everything that happened if you ever started acting strangely," he spoke as if counting his words. "You act strangely now," the red head hellhound pitched in. "Oh, okay. What did I tell you to tell me?" The hellhound frowned, glancing up at the sky. "Nice…work, mentally. He totally bought the dramatic beat up to pulp you and then the further dramatic screams as we burned alive," he said in the same strange accent counting his words. I huffed, of course he did. I shook my head and to think for a moment I thought that I could be capable of getting my dad back. I shook my head
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
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
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 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