As I stood outside the school, taking in the sight of the old, stone buildings and towering spires, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder. The school looked like something out of a fairy tale, with its ancient architecture and mysterious aura. It reminded me of Hogwarts in the Harry Potter series. Quite large for a small community if I must say, unless they accepted intakes from other communities. As a matter of fact, I think they do. I can remember Peter saying distinctively last night that the school was one of the best in the witches society, or realm. Whichever. The walls of the buildings were weathered and worn, covered in ivy and moss that gave them a magical, otherworldly appearance. The windows were tall and narrow, like something you might see in a castle, and the doors were carved from solid wood, with intricate designs that hinted at the school's long history.Despite the grandeur of the buildings, there was also a sense of familiarity to them, like I had be
“You don’t look surprised. I’m not sure if I should be happy or wary about that. But you most certainly have Laura’s cool temperance.”A slight pause.“My daughter was around at the ball scheduled for the celebration of the union between the community and the wolf packs. She mentioned that you had challenged the temperance of the king…whatever that means. I hadn’t been available—hadn’t seen the need for it.” Ohoo! Another person that didn’t like the pack. I still maintained the cool demeanor though. It was the common denominator in Laura, Peter and Diana’s advice—don’t be easily triggered. And then I relaxed further into the chair, holding back the smile that threatened to break on my lips when the principal piqued an eyebrow. He was a middle aged man, the same age as Peter, I believed. Blonde hair, stylishly kept as if he was still looking for a bride; and his scent was like the whistle pine. Not bad. “Did my indifference to the packs create some sort of camaraderie between us,
“Would that be a problem?” I finally settled on one of the options that stuck to my head at Sinclair’s question. Why was he interested in knowing my relationship with Diana? When I had told Peter and Laura that I would love to take their last name last night, they had been—I don’t know how best to describe it—shocked? That would be the closest word at least. They had kept asking me if I was sure, and when I had kept nodding my head until I feared my neck was sore, Laura had embraced me. Dora Akwoods. Peter had been the first to taste the name on his lips. Not bad. He had mused, before gently holding me by the shoulder. ‘Welcome to the family, Dora Akwoods.’ He had chanted in happiness.I had laughed, and had given him a playful jab, when I had seen him battling with his emotions. I had arrived at the decision of changing my name after the meeting with Adam. His determination had convinced me that if I kept answering Maya in the community, it would only take this weekend for h
I was back at the bleak place again. That place thrumming with filth and despair. It was like a rewind tape, like I was going through the motions, which has been replayed before. The dream that I had when I had been thrown into the holding cell, when I had been in a coma.I didn’t know what it meant, but it seemed it would keep coming until I discovered its purpose, its reason for visiting me.Yet, why me?I sighed when a woman’s despairing cry echoed in my soul, tearing at me, reprimanding me, drawing me back from the edge of a great precipice. I was starving. It was just as before.Every cell in my body craved food and something else, something I could lay my finger on, mostly because I had rehearsed the dream by now. Blood.I was somewhere underground.The hunger raked at me with merciless claws until a red haze covered my sight and my pulse hammered with the need for immediate sustenance. Desperate, I scanned the area above my resting place for the presence of enemies and,
I knew that in this realm I wasn’t human, I knew I was different. I wished though it transcended to the reality realm. However, not the blood-needing part.Things moved in the forest, banshees wailed, unfamiliar creatures gathered in the bushes and along the ground. It made no sense, not for one of my kind. What kind?The night should have welcomed me-soothed me. Enfolded me in its rich blanket of peace. The night had always belonged to me-to my kind. Information should have flooded me with each breath I took into my body, but instead my mind played tricks, saw things that couldn’t be there. I could hear a dark symphony of voices calling to me, the sounds swelling in volume until my head pounded with moans and pitiful cries. The spider legs are next. I passed to myself, right before I felt it.Bony fingers brushed at my skin, spider legs crawled over me so that I twisted left and right, flailing my arms, slapping at my chest and back, brushing vigorously in an effort to dislo
A snap of fingers right at my left ear drew me up—away from the vacuum of the bleak rainforest in my dreams—into the presence of a blue-eyed professor whose eyes burned with gentle fury.“Sleeping in class on your first day??”A repeat of the sentence scrawled past his parched lips which informed me that his voice had been what had interrupted my dream. I wasn’t sure if I should be grateful for that or not. On one hand, I had been cut off from being plagued by those wraiths, and on the other hand, I hadn’t learnt something new. If…Wait a minute!I pushed my body to sit upright on the chair, as I discovered that I could remember the dream vividly.Was this the purpose for its repetition? For remembrance? “Professor, I think a blast of magic on her cheeks would wake her up faster than a snap of your fingers.” I knew that voice. Rachel. There were a few bouts of laughter at her suggestion. “You think so, Rachel?” When had she joined the class? Had she been in the meeting?I shoo
My heart pounded in my chest as I awaited the Professor's reaction to my silly outburst. The class was still very quiet, very quiet for my liking. It made me almost berate myself for being so stupid, for being so sensitive. I could deduct from the silence that the old, worn out looking professor was a menace to his students. Yet I refused to cower under his heated gaze, not even with the amount of eyes zeroed on every inch of me.When the professor started walking toward me, when his feet sounded so sure and tacky on the floor as they moved in my direction, I clenched my fists tightly then splayed them on my laps. Then I clutched them again; this time around, they were clutching my trousers with them. I felt a shin of sweat on my eyebrows, despite the good ventilation in the class, and knew that my nerves were breaking out.“You know, I was at the party…”I cocked my head to the side, pretending to be aloof, to be a little interested in whatever he was saying—a good cover to the
The desire to be helped floated in my horizon as I heard the question that was tinged with slight hostility.I turned toward the familiar voice, hope soaring in my chest when my eyes met Raul. His gaze met that of the professor’s headlong. Gone was his cheery smile.“Much? I don’t think so, Prince Raul. I actually think I’m being lenient, and I know you know that.” The professor answered, before his eyes finally landed on me.“Detention, Akwoods. If you flaunt it…”He chuckled drily now, before dealing the finishing blow. “I hope for your sake, that you don’t.”Flaunting it wasn’t even an option now, hearing that evil sound. I wouldn’t even dare it.But it seemed Raul wasn’t done pleading my case.Within the next minute, he spoke in that strange impenitent voice of his I didn’t get the chance to hear before.“She’s a new student, Professor Bulock. I think she deserves a stretch of mercy. She’s not yet aware of how things are done here yet. Surely, you understand that.” Professor Bu
The fight was against ourselves. Since we were just eight contestants, we were paired against each other in a duel. But the announcer had picked out rumpled papers in a bowl to know who we would be contesting against. For my first time, I was selected to duel with the senior that had bothered to speak with me after my victory in the magic prowess session. We were both surprised to be fighting each other, but we had no choice but to advance to the field when our names were called by Professor Zokel. We had been the last in the list too. The others had fought, and now there were only three females moving to the final; three and whoever would win this duel that was about to happen. “I had never imagined to be pitted against you, Dora. But I will make it quick. You have outlasted than we all had gambled for, a feat, but it comes to stop now.” I nodded slowly, not knowing what to say. The seniors had gambled on my position in the contest? Did anyone gamble for my win? “Did anyone gambl
Standing in the middle of the clearing, surrounded by the never ending, echoing applause and cheers of the people, I felt a rush of emotions surge through me. The silence that had enveloped the arena moments ago, as I wielded my magical powers, was now replaced by this overwhelming cacophony of approval. It was surreal, almost like a dream I never dared to dream.I turned towards my family, their voices rising above the rest, shouting my name with unabashed pride. They had been there from the beginning, believing in me even when I doubted myself. Then I saw Adam. He was sitting two bleachers behind his family. And his smile stood out—bright and wide, his eyes shimmering with a mix of admiration and wonder. I couldn't help but touch the scarf he had given me, a talisman of his support and friendship.Friendship? We will see about that. I wondered if he had confided in his brothers about the change of the status quo. I didn’t think so.Bowing graciously to the audience, I savored the m
As I stood in the midst of the expansive field, chosen for the competition for its grandeur and open skies, doubt crept into my mind like tendrils of mist on a cool morning. My earlier dose of courage had evaporated.The memory of Rachel’s captivating rain dance rather haunted me. The way she effortlessly commanded the elements, enthralling every eye and heart in the audience. Could I match that? Did I have what it takes? I could. And I did. But what do I create? The judges were still talking animatedly about Rachel’s magical display. How do I get their attention?I clenched my fists, trying to dispel the doubts that threatened to paralyze me. "You are capable, Maya," I whispered to myself, my voice almost lost in the rustling of the wind through the tall grass. I needed to win this competition, not just for myself but for my family, and for my pride. A movement caught my eye, and I turned to see her – Rachel with that infuriating smirk playing on her lips. She knew she had the upper
I inhaled deeply, as I watched Laura make inquiries about the position of my name on the competition list. Today was Friday; the last day of the contest. And the contest slotted for today was the one of physical strength and magic prowess. The academic quality of the contest had been calculated between Monday and yesterday. The result was shown yesterday too. I had come out sixth. Well, I hadn't expected to come out in the top ten, because I had just started with them a few weeks ago. Luckily for me, it turned out they had checked academic potentials too; and seeing as my class works were all straight As, it had been enough for them. Rachel was first. I would have pushed it to the Queen playing at favoritism, but then Rachel was brilliant. That was one thing she got right at least, and I couldn't fault her in that. She was top of the class, and her brother wasn't far behind. Her knack for answering every question thrown at her also erased the notion that her mother must have shown
As I walked away from Adam, my mind spun with confusion and frustration. However, I hadn't gone far when his strong grip closed around my arm, pulling me back into his embrace. My heart pounded erratically, torn between the comfort of his touch and the turmoil within me."You're doing a stupid thing," I muttered, trying to pull away, but he held me firmly. His eyes searched mine, pleading for understanding.“I know you mentioned that your hatred stemmed from the wicked activities of my brothers and I. And even though I have no recollection of what you were talking about, the past twenty minutes has shown that we can be friends. We can be much more. I’m sure I’m not the only one feeling the tension between us.”I shook my head in denial. “I don’t know what you are talking about, Adam.”Adam piqued an eyebrow, and enclosed me in his arms. There was no distance between our lips. “You promised not to touch, unless I asked…” I grasped for the last straw left, sighing in relief when his ha
Staying close to Adam on the tree, I couldn't help but breathe in his scent. It was intoxicating, making my head swim. I fought against the urge to press my lips to his neck; the desire was strong, but I knew I had to maintain control. I also knew that we couldn't just be friends; not with this much tension between us. I sensed Adam's heart racing, even though he tried to hide it, to still it. His feelings for me were undeniable. He was feeling the same way I was feeling.Then, he made it worse, by swerving to look at me. His words which had been on the tip of his tongue—for he had turned to speak to me—got lost entirely. He just stared at me, stared at my lips intensely. And when he moved tentatively to close the distance between our lips, I gave no indication that I wanted out. Well, because I wanted in… But then the Queen came into the clearing, catching my attention. So, instead of sinking into the goodness that was Adam, I drew myself away from the romantic suspense, and point
"Congratulations Dora. You really did well tonight." I shook a hand.“Congratulations Dora. I hope you win.” I shook another hand.“Congratulations Pretty Dora.” I maintained the bland smile on my lips, and shook another hand.“Congratulations Dora. Don’t let them push you down! You hear?” I nodded at the more than hundredth person that had met and shook hands with me. My hands were getting sore and sweaty now.Couldn’t they settle for waves? I wondered, gesturing at Diana with my eye, that she extricated me from the seat where I had been asked to stay in, to shake hands with those who were pleased with my success. There were so many unfamiliar faces I had to shelve into a part of my memory for remembrance. No member of the Queen's family had come to congratulate me, however, not even Raul. I wasn't sure how to feel about his choice. I had thought he would have a better understanding. Seemed he was one that kept grudges. He should keep up with that. I might blow his head off should h
It was a crazy deduction to make, not minding that the fact was staring at me from the mirror. I looked like the first Queen, from the color of my eyes to the angular line of my face. Could it be that…? "Dora! Oh my goodness! What did you do? How did you…" Laura spoke finally, finding her voice; her words dragging my attention to her. When I turned from the mirror, she was in front of me. She checked out in awe, the studs on my gown, the effervescence of golden light that surrounded me; I had thought I was the only seeing it, but it was seen by my family. My significant other had really outdone herself. 'You should tell me your name already…' I couldn't keep addressing her as my 'other.' 'Call me El, then.' El? What manner of name was that? It sounded like something that just fell from her mouth at that moment. But El was better than 'other.' 'Okay, El. Thank you.' "Dora, you look otherworldly." Diana spoke next, her eyes shining with amazement. Slowly, she made her way to me,
Today was for the beauty contest. The contest for physical beauty. I was currently in one of the back rooms of the hall that had been chosen for the event, for the runway. Today was Wednesday. And for the past two days, Levina had really gone all out to make me win. I wouldn't know if her efforts had paid off until the results were out. Currently I was being fussed over by both Laura and Levina, while Diana and Peter sat on an L chair watching us, or rather watching them fix my make up. I would soon be called out to walk the runway. "Laura, be calm. You will be done with making me up on time." I tried to quiet the noise in Laura's head. She had never stopped blaming herself because she had arrived late, courtesy of being involved in the Queen's experiment; something I wasn't privy to yet. "But you will be called soon…" She pointed out, however, she was calmer now, she breathed easier now. However, she was right. I would be called soon.Even though I was the last person on the list