First day at a witches’ community school. What outfit should I go with? I wondered, as my eyes perused the three options that laid flat on my bed. My right knuckles under my jaw, I let my mind conjure up what Naomi would choose if she was here with me. Well, first of all, she would be happy about my wardrobe upskill. She would be glad that I had at least taken a hint from her before disappearing on her. I sighed, and sat on the stool in only my undergarments. Diana was already off to school. I still didn’t understand how their school works—letting children in around six am. Laura explained it’s more of magic, than the worldly stuff we learn in a normal school. Well I had to ask if I should expect the same at the one I was heading to. Her perceptive nod had thrown me in a frenzy. Yes, they had mentioned that I had a magic gene in me—probably why the wolf gene had been absent—but I didn’t believe it. I have seen nothing special about me, except that which I had stolen from Adam
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
Expectation?I didn’t really have one for her, only that she stays true to herself and to me, just as Naomi had done.At least I had a new friend. Hopefully it will be enough to convince Laura to sleep tonight without scolding me. I was sure that the news of today had reached her ears. Peter’s too. “Thanks so much, Levina. You are a lifesaver.” I finally responded, piquing my eyebrows when she chuckled at my statement, when she loosened my hands from her waist, and turned aside to look at me. “I think there is a misplacement of some sorts. You are the lifesaver, Dora. It is because of you that I will be able to have a better school and social life; my life actually as a whole. I should be the one showing the appreciation.” She said with a beautiful laugh, her eyes sparkling under the board of moonlight, a sharp contrast to the first time I had actually noticed her. In the cafeteria, her eyes had been empty, totally void of feelings. She had been totally lost. I felt happy again th
It took me three hours to finish detention. Three hours of trying to fight my worst fears. Three hours spent cursing professor Bulock. How could such a cruel thing be used as detention? How could such a cruel method be utilized? I remembered his last words to me in class this morning, his last words that had sent a chill down my back. ‘No way for her to learn about our ways, for her to learn about respect and discipline in class if not through that.’ ‘That’ meaning detention. It would explain the reason why I had been the only one in detention. No one wanted their worst fears thrown at them. No wonder the sheer decorum in school.The bullying had only continued because of who the bully was. But I was sure that Rachel would repent if she was subjected to her fears. Three hours of living with them, and I knew that I wouldn’t disrespect Professor Bulock in his class again, so far as he let me be too. You are still giving conditions? My mind taunted me and I shrugged my shoulders.
I should be in the classroom reserved for detention but I was back at the bleak place again. That place thrummed with filth and despair, just like before.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. Had I fallen asleep during detention?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.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, finding none, burst through the rich layers of soil, into the air, my heart thundering in my ears, my mind screaming. I landed in a crouch in the midst of dense shrubbery and thick vegetation, and took a slow, careful look around me, not in the least concerned abo
It was the last class of the day, and I was counting down the minutes to the clinging of the dismissal bell. Five minutes to go. I thought giddily, throwing a glance at my watch. I was deathly hungry. After I had left the principal’s office, there had been no time to get to the cafeteria. I had returned to class hungry. It became crazier whenever I remembered the detention—a delay to having Laura’s food. “Well, it seems someone is in a hurry to go somewhere.” I withheld a visible flinch, somehow knowing that the lady lecturing us on magic and music was talking about me. I expected a frown on her face, but I saw a smile on her lips rather; a soft smile, as if I reminded her of someone interesting, someone that she cared about. I forced a smile on my lips too, and hers widened. She shook her head, and gathered her supplies on the table. “I will see you all on Thursday. Make sure to get your assignment ready by then. No excuses.” Assignment? She had given an assignment? I felt m
When we got to the principal’s office, he was in a meeting with someone, and so we had to wait by the door till he was done. We waited for about fifteen minutes before the door opened and Prof. Bulock stepped out of the office. When he saw I and Levina, a still milk-soaked Levina, he piqued his eyebrows, keeping his steely gaze on me. “What did you do to sweet Levina? What did you do this time around?” I snorted. “Does it look like I did anything to her? If your mind was free from prejudice as it should be, you would have noticed that. You would have noticed too, that I was her ally and not a foe. So much for the magic you claim to have for observation. Now, if you will excuse us, Prof Bulock, we have to see Mr Lethon.”Professor Bulock was standing right at the entrance, and his hand clutched the knob tight. Still, he was lucky I had held back from putting the emphasis on the right syllable in his name that would highlight a castrated cow. I wondered what he would do if I ever
“How long has this been happening?” I asked Sinclair immediately we left the cafeteria, enroute to the principal’s office. Levina has refused to say a word since we left, but that was okay. People reacted to situations differently. If I would take a bet, she was contemplating her father’s reaction when he finally heard the news. There was a minute silence, during which I inhaled the strength to shout at him if he chose not to talk about this troubling matter. But then, he started speaking. “For a while now. It’s not regular, but it happens occasionally, sometimes in the cafeteria, sometimes in the training field. Actually since her father had been elected the school’s principal.” I sharply turned to look at him. “And how many years is that?” “Five years.” My tongue tasted something bitter and bland. She has been bullied for five years? How had the father stayed unaware all this time? How had no one thought to slither the piece of information to Mr Lethon? Did they hate him an
There was laughter everywhere in the cafeteria. The matrons serving the food said and did nothing. Sinclair sighed in exasperation. I wasn’t sure of Raul’s reaction to his sister’s bullying. I didn’t look. No. I was already transported in time to the cafeteria back at the pack.I was transported to the past, to the particular time when Noah had poured milk on me; to the time when Daniel had joined them; to the time when the entire student populace, or most, had joined them in throwing food at me; to the time when the matrons had done nothing to help me; until Noami had run and called the principal. My fists clenched, while watching the girl sniff. She was about to cry.I didn’t know when I moved, didn’t care to know how I had gotten in front of Rachel in less than two seconds.I grabbed her by the neck and pulled her out of the chair. “Don’t dare use your magic on me, or you are gone, Rachel.” I said when I saw her hand twitching. It was a gamble. A very risky one, knowing th
At Sinclair’s question, I furrowed my eyebrows, wondering about the edge in his voice, an edge that was barely there.I didn’t think he was even aware of it. We had both agreed that personal questions were off the bet. That had been the reason I hadn’t asked him about the thriving issue between him and Raul. Yet, here he was talking about me and Raul like we had something going, like he was curious about knowing what exactly we had going on. I ignored him. “I want to go to college when I’m done here, or rather I want to use it as an avenue for exploring the world, before taking up my responsibility. But my parents want me to take up my responsibility after school.” I stopped my movement then and looked at Sinclair in shock. He had answered my question, the first I had asked him earlier, after my registration at the principal’s office. I had asked him what his plans were after school, and he had told me that he didn’t owe me an answer.My ignorance of his questions must have no
‘That I care about you.’ These words kept ringing in my head, but I knew it was because of the emotions that Raul had worn in his eyes when he spoke them. I didn’t think I would forget them any time soon. It was foremost, the emotion of sheer attachment, which kept bringing back those words. And it was not like I was remotely interested in Raul. No. He was handsome and all that, but he seemed to have caught Diana’s fancy. A few years would determine if it was a childhood crush, or something else. Somehow, a feeling or gut—call it whatever—chose the latter.I sighed at that. This development wasn't good. When had he developed the feelings? Was it when I had rejected Adam publicly in the eatery? Worse, after my conversation with Raul, Rachel hadn’t stopped staring at me. Sometimes she was glaring, some other times she was just staring at me, in amazement or surprise. But those few times I caught her looking at me in that manner, as if I was holding gold, she righted her face b