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MY FIRST RP!
MY FIRST RP!
I've only been at Ivemara Academy for five minutes, and I've already learned something:
I'm gonna hate it here.
It's the absolute worst. The place looks like it's been here since the Stone Age. And so does the headmistress, Ms. Stowell. Her smile's just as tight as the bun on the back of her head. I still can't believe that my mom's making me spend the rest of my school years here. But don't you think that it ends there, because you haven't heard about the uniforms yet. Ugh, the uniforms. Where do I begin? Well, let's go from bottom to top. The shoes are black Mary Janes. Mary Janes were popular in the 1960s. We have to wear white leggings with a maroon and grey plaid skirt, and a red polo shirt with the Ivemara crest on the top right corner. Hideous. And itchy too. We were expected to arrive in our uniforms, and I've spent the last few hours in it. I'm going to hate having to practically live in it. Those are just a few reasons why i'm going to hate it at Ivemara Academy For The Magically Gifted.
...
Okay then! Now that that's out of the way, on to the details! So basically we're all students at thr Ivemara Academy For The Magically Gifted, and we've been sent here becausewe need to learn to control our powers.
Rules:
I am only accepting 14 charries
No OP charries
You can only have two characters.
Here's the charrie sheet:
Name:
Age (14-18):
Gender:
Appearence:
Magical Ability:
Personality:
Rooming With*:
*Basically your roomate. Since there are, as I'm typing this, no other characters, anyone who wants to room with me can just put it on their sheet as long as I don't have a roomate yet.
Here's my sheet:
Name: Imogene Dallas
Age (14-18): 15
Gender: Female
Appearence: Silvery-blonde long hair, blue eyes, slim, fair skinned, rosy cheeks.
Magical Ability: Can control water
Personality: Bubbly, extroverted, and outgoing. Loves to make friends, and be surrounded by people.
Rooming With*: TBD
13 spots left! I'd like to start on Friday the 23rd, if that's possible.
submitted by Allie
(December 20, 2017 - 7:57 pm)
(December 20, 2017 - 7:57 pm)
I don't have enough time to write a post right now, but could Mara maybe help Sariel figure out what the voice is saying? (What does that mean, if Mara is going to translate it?)
(December 30, 2017 - 10:43 pm)
Elle~
“Elle, what’s up?”
I shake my head and give my best smile to Mara.
“Nothing. Everything’s fine and dandy. What’s your theory on the riddle?”
“Well, Erin, Asani, Imogene, Sariel and I were just talking, and we think we have the whole thing figured out. Well actually, Erin went off to the library to concentrate. She’s really bothered by that group over there,” Mara continues, nodding her head to a group of girls that are giggling and talking quite loudly.
“Let’s go to the library too, please?” Sariel asks impatiently.
We all nod and walk towards the library, the sound gradually drowning out.
We see Erin and sit next to her graciously, as the library only has a couple tables that has enough seats for our group.
“Here’s my list,” Erin says, pushing it to the middle where we can all see.
Mara scans it and nods. “That’s what we got too.”
Asani snickers. “It’s like we’re all checking a math problem or something.”
Imogene laughs. “I guess we can disguise it that way.”
I smile and look at the list, squinting slightly. I left my reading glasses back at the dorm, but sure enough, that’s what I thought too. They look towards me, as I wasn’t there when they discussed it, and I nod.
“My suspicions exactly.”
We continue and then eventually get off the subject, moving to discussions about tomorrow’s classes and teachers. That’s when we’ll be getting our schedules. Through talking, we get to know each other better, all of us relax more, and the air is slightly less tense.
“Girls, curfew is in thirty minutes. Please get back to your dorms as soon as possible,” the librarian says with a warm smile.
We thank her for letting us use the space and file out. I bid my farewell to Mara and the others, and walk back with Erin to our dorm.
“I wonder what they’re serving for breakfast tomorrow,” Erin says out loud.
“Me too,” I reply. “Hopefully not something as awful as lunch was.”
She laughs as we reach the dorm. The knob is set to our handprints, so there’s no need for a key.
When we walk in and slump on our beds, Erin gasps.
“I just realised.”
“What?” I ask.
“We never had dinner.”
There’s a small pause before we both give a tired laugh.
“I think I may have a granola bar somewhere,” I reply, rummaging through one of my bags. “Ah, here it is.”
We split it, and after we finish, we trudge through and get ready for bed, brushing our teeth, all that stuff.
“Goodnight Erin,” I say as I settle into my bed.
“Goodnight Elle,” she replies.
Within a few moments, I hear her breathing slow and realise she must be asleep. She must have been super tired.
I play with an illusion, northern lights dancing at my fingertips, before I too give in to my exhaustion.
(December 30, 2017 - 1:39 pm)
So... I was thinking I could work out my second charrie being late by there being a mistake about the letters sent out to the students or whatever, and the second charrie's ancestor we could just say was there, and then maybe either @Doctor Who, we could add a line to the prophecy or one is missing.
(December 30, 2017 - 5:10 pm)
Asher~
“Mara,” I say, catching her arm before she walks into her dorm. She nods at Sariel to go in without her before looking at me.
“What is it, Asher?”
“You can understand animals, right?”
“Yes....”
“Can you understand different ancient languages of animals too?”
“Well, I haven’t tried before, but-“
“Can you?”
Mara nods. “Yes.”
“Cool. Come with me.”
I start dragging her by the arm before she stops entirely.
“Asher,” she whispers. “Curfew is in 10 minutes. We don’t have time.”
“Dang, I could really use Elle’s illusions,” I reply, mostly to myself. “You know what, it’s fine. We’ll have to sneak to the library, old style.”
“Asher-“ Mara protests.
“Come on,” I reply, tugging at her arm. She gives in, and we quietly make our way to the library.
Once we get there, the librarian greets us, but sharply. “You do realise you have to get back to your dorms in five minutes.”
“Yes,” I reply. “And we’ll only take five seconds to check and make sure a book is here.”
She eyes us for a moment before curtly nodding. “Hurry up.”
We head to the back- Well, actually, I head to the back, dragging Mara along with me- and we reach a spot tucked and hidden from the eye of the librarian.
“Now, I’m going to cast our shadows and open and close the door when she’s not paying attention. That way, it will seem like we left,” I say quietly.
When she’s back to her book, I cast shadows resembling or figures after I open and close the door from a distance. She peers towards it slightly, and when she sees our shadows but not our figures, dismisses it and continues reading. Definitely not as good as Elle’s illusions, but it’s good enough for now.
“Okay,” I begin. “I saw a spell as to how to use my dark matter to make a figure appear as my ancestors. They won’t be exactly my ancestors, but those figures will still have a lot of information. Only problem is, they speak in the tongues of the ancient Silven deer that used to be in the forest surrounding the campus. Weird, I know, but perfect since I have you. Ready?”
She nods, and it makes me admire her for a second. She was thrown into all of this, but she still agrees to help.
I recite the spell, and suddenly dark matter flows from my finger tips, forming the two figures of my twin ancestors.
They say something weird, and I look towards Mara.
“They asked you why you’ve recreated them.”
“I need to ask who the ancestors of Elle Fultrix are.”
“Fultrix,” the artificial ancestor mutters. The other ancestor nudges her. She stares back at us wide eyed before babbling in the other language.
“What are they saying?” I ask Mara.
“Fultrix is the last name of the leader of the Forbidden.”
“What?” I exclaim.
Suddenly, I realise my mistake as the library lady shouts “Who’s there?”
Without thinking, Mara and I bolt out of the room, up the stairs, and to our separate dorms.
I open my door quickly, rush inside to the questioning glances of Key, and flump on my bed.
Elle. Elle Fultrix has to be the sacrifice in order to defeat the Forbidden.
But then there’s Elle. Elle Dvotoski, who is my sister, and who will not die. Not when I’m around.
(December 30, 2017 - 6:13 pm)
Keiran-
Keiran’s dreams were troubled that night.
He was drifting through space, which wasn’t too unusual for him; space was incredibly central to his sleeping world. What was unusual is that he was drifting downward, toward a glow of light.
Even without Sariel, he somehow knew it was a memory.
He watched his great-great-grandfather, standing on the platform, wearing an American military uniform. Calvin Astrix looked around forty, and wore a pair of tinted glasses that the blind would have worn. He was waiting for a train.
A woman approached from the fog. Reese Broadwaters. She wore a dress, and her face, though regal, was gaunt with old fear.
”So you’re joining the army.” she said.
Calvin said nothing. Reese’s head turned downward.
”You never forgave yourself,” she said, “not even after everyone forgave you.”
”I’m not coming back.” Calvin said. His hands shook on the handle of his suitcase. “I know I’m going to die out there.”
”You have a wife and a child, Astrix. Stay for them!” Reese said, putting a hand on his arm.
”I’m sorry, Reese. What I did, when I had the Forbidden controlling me... I ruined lives. I killed so many innocents. I created a rift in our world-“
”That wasn’t you. That wasn’t you.” Reese said. Black tears rolled from under Calvin’s glasses.
The train pulled in with a mournful sigh of the horn. Reese shivered.
Calvin turned and kissed her, gently and regretfully, and stepped onto the train.
”Ever think about what could’ve happened with us?” Calvin asked, smiling with no joy.
The train doors swung shut. The memory faded.
”They’re such tragic figures.”
Keiran jolted. Floating next to him was a vaguely humanoid mass of tiny stars. Two black holes served as its eyes. It looked as though it were smiling.
”Are you the...”
”Am I one of the Forbidden? Simply put, yes. But it looks like our time is up.”
”How-“
And Keiran woke up.
(December 30, 2017 - 11:14 pm)
@Bluebird That was my thinking, yes. But not right now. I've got some more ideas.
* * *
Sariel cautiously woke up, blinking out the bright rays of sunlight filtering in through the window. As she moved out of the bed, she noticed that Mara had already left. Probably for breakfast. Putting on a change of clothes, she slowly strode out the bedroom.
As the sleep began to wear off her, she finally recalled what happened last night. The strange voice and its language. And... there was something more, she knew, but it wasn't there. Not anymore, at least.
The voices coming from the cafeteria grew annoying loud as she reached it. Grabbing a tray and filling it with food, she began to search for her friends' table. Finding it, she walked over grumpily and sat down next to Mara. In response, she waved sleepily.
"Did you guys find any information while I was gone?" Sariel yawned, picking at her food.
Asher shifted slightly, looking uncomfortable. Mara glanced at Asher, with a similar expression, but also nothing. Elle rolled her eyes at him exasperatedly. "Asher found something but he's not saying anything."
"Okay," Sariel, without warning, reached over to Asher a placed a finger on his forehead. He looked startled, but it was enough for Sariel to get what she wanted. The memory of last night.
"...Oh," Sariel jumped back, a look of shock in her wide eyes. "We were right. Elle's the sacrifice."
But there was something else. If Mara could understand that, she would be able to understand the language she heard. Sariel began to open her mouth and ask her, but something caught in her throat. Reaching toward it, she tried again. But she wasn't able to speak.
"W-what?" Sariel's eyes darted around with fear. The rest of the group gave her confused and worried looks. "Why can't I..."
Yia cfta heq. The voice was back. But then, slowly pronouncing every word, it said, You can not.
Who are you? What are you doing in my head? Sariel smiled weakly at everyone else, trying not to worry them before continuing to mind speak to the voice. What is that language?
Talk. Slower. This is hard as is. The voice was irritated this time, sometimes mixing up english words with the strange language again.
What are you talking about? Are you doing this to me? Sariel could hear the voice grow more calm, a bit sad.
Well, I'm here to delete your memories. Sariel's voice caught in her throat. Once they are lost, they can be replaced.
Of course, you won't be able to speak or write about this either, The voice laughed softly. A friend took care of that as well.
What's the point of telling me this? Sariel clenched her fists, desperately trying to figure out how to get out of this situation.
It doesn't really matter, The voice mused. You won't remember this in a few days. Oh, and of course your friends won't know either. I'm just doing this to be nice.
Are you one of the forbidden? Sariel asked.
No. But you are. And like a light switch clicked off, the voice was gone. And with it, she realized she couldn't remember her parents' names.
(December 31, 2017 - 1:08 pm)
Samara~
Mara, fighting to keep her eyes open, sat at a table next to Sariel in the cafeteria. She'd tossed and turned all night, replaying the memory of Asher's ancestors, and mostly thinking about Elle. Elle, her friend, who according to the prophecy, would have to be sacrificed. She was so lost in thought that she didn't noticed her roomate's strange behavior.
A jolt shook her from her trance. Keiran and Russell had joined them at the table. She looked at Sariel, who had a strange expression on her face. "Is something wrong?" Mara asked, her wide brown eyes showing a look of true concern. Sariel just shook her head. Something was definitely up- Mara had a talent for understanding body language, and she knew Sariel wasn't telling her something.
As the rest of the group ate breakfast, Mara picked at her food. She had to know more. "So, we've figured out who's who in the prophecy, for the most part, right?" She finally said. "I think we should go back to the library today to do more research. When do you all have free periods?"
~~~
I'm sorry this is so short. You guys can decide who has free periods together and who goes to research.
(December 31, 2017 - 3:07 pm)
Erin~
I sink into my bed, exhausted from the day's stress, and people, people, people all. The. Time. All around me, sometimes in my personal space, enough to drive a person mad! Not that I blame them, of course. Especially extroverts just don't get it. With a sigh, I turn over onto my other side, and fall into dreams...
Swirling, endlessly swirling snow, and then dark. Just dark. And then one piercing beam of red light, piercing the darkness so thick you could touch it.
A shadowy figure slowly materializes in the beam of light. It turns toward me.
"So you are the descendant of Emily Griffith." It whispers softly in a dangerous sounding, echoing voice, though clearly masculine
"Who are you?" I demand, almost suprised at the tinyness of my own voice.
"I think you know."
"Uh... no." I reply.
"Yess you do. Look insside yourself." That last "self" echoes all around, pulsing with seemingly a beat and life of its own.
I scrutinize the figure, trying to discern who he might be. And then, it all clicks.
"Father."
As soon as I speak the word, his figure grows clearer, though still blurred.
"Yes." He says softly, in the same, dangerous tone as before. "I am--or was-- William Griffith."
"Why are you here?" I demand, raising my voice, willing it to have strength.
"Ivemara Academy is not as clean and secret-free as you might think. It has... history. I think you know of what I speak, if partially, and only pieces." He whispers.
"The Forbidden." A faint smile flickers across his features.
"They were once students here, you know. And then they discovered something that showed them the true way of things, the only way. One rose up to lead them. Oh no, it was not I, but he helped see the error of my ways, and the true path, unlike your foolish mother."
"She was NOT!" I yell.
"Keep on telling yourself that. You must know the truth, what really happened. There are always many sides to the story. Don't let anyone ever tell you it's all black and white, because that is a lie. There are many shades of gray inbetween..."
His voice grows fainter, and his outline blurred and darker again. "Wait-- tell me what happened!" I call out desparately.
"Tomorrow night....." my father whispers, and slowly fades with the beam of light.
I sit up panting, in a cold sweat. He was one of them. He helped to kill my mother... so how did he die? But why should I care? He was one of the Forbidden. A traitor. But I know the truth. Deep, deep down, I just don't want to believe that my mother or any of the people on our side did anyting wrong....
He said there's always many sides to a story... do I just not want to believe that he could be right? I guess I'll find out... tomorrow night. I pull the blankets back over me and sink into a dreamless sleep.
*******
I wake to warm sunlight falling onto my face, and sit up groggily in the morning brightness. And then the whole dream of the night before comes flooding back. I slide out of bed and quickly dress. I guess I'll find out the whole story tonight... I look over to Elle's bed. She's already gone down to breakfast. Guess I'd better, too. Hastily, I run a few strokes through my hair with a brush before heading down to breakfast.
"Hi, Erin!" Imogene calls brightly as she sits down next to me at the table. "Did you sleep okay? There are shadows under your eyes." She continues, furrowing her brow slightly.
"Yeah, yeah, I slept fine." I mutter, feeling cross and out of sorts.
"Oh. Okay..." She replies, still looking a little concerned.~
(December 31, 2017 - 3:49 pm)
(I see that Aspen posted, but I already wrote so much. I'm so sorry if this contradicts anything you wrote. If it does just ignore mine)
Russell~
The image of his ancestor burned into Russell's head as he tried to fall asleep. It was eerie how much Reese Broadwaters resembled his father- warm green eyes that seemed to study everything they looked at, ebony hair, and a slight smirk that never seemed to go away- Russell hadn't seen his father in two years, and it was a shock to see that face again, even if it wasn't his.
As he closed his eyes, he thought about the day his father left. It was one he had tried to forget.
~~~
Wind shook the trees outside the garage, blowing the last few leaves off the branches into a gray, overcast sky. Russell crouched next to a bike, holding a screwdriver between his teeth as he adjusted the handlebars.
"This is so dumb." He said with a slight lisp, struggling to talk with the tool in his mouth. "I could teleport to school right now. But no, I have to ride a stupid bike in the freezing cold!"
His father laughed from the other side of the garage- it was a warm, hearty sound. "I feel ya, kid. But you can't use your powers out there."
Russell grunted. "I know. Sometimes I wonder what the point of even having them is."
He finished adjusting his bike, then walked over to where his dad was assembling a crib he was building for the new baby, who would be born any day now. "Would you mind grabbing the wood glue?" His father asked.
Russell teleported over to the shelves where all the tools were kept, scanning for the glue. After a couple minutes, he asked loudly, "Where is it?" There was no reply. Russell thought nothing of it- maybe he hadn't heard him.
Finally, he spotted it, then zipped back over to the crib. What he saw next would haunt him forever.
His father's usually warm eyes were now completely white. He laughed, but it was cold, and Russell backed away, stumbling over a sawhorse and falling to the ground. He felt his hand, which had landed on a loose nail, bleeding. "THE FORBIDDEN WILL CLAIM THEIR HOME ONCE MORE" His father said, but was it really his father? With one last look at his son, he turned and teleported, leaving Russell lying on the cold concrete.
Russell woke up screaming.
~~~
That morning, Russell trudged down to the cafeteria, not bothering to comb his bedhead. He sat down next to Keiran at a table with all the other 'descendents'. "You look terrible." The boy joked. Russell scowled.
"I take it you didn't get much sleep either," Key said. Russell nodded. Then, Mara said, "We should go back to the library to do more research. When do you guys have free periods?"
Russell racked his brained, trying to remember. "I think I have mine after lunch."
"That's when mine is. I hope you quit being such a grouch by then, if we're going to work together." He said jokingly.
Russell gave him a death glare, but couldn't stop himself from smiling a little bit. "No promises." He replied.
(December 31, 2017 - 4:30 pm)
@Allie, um, so this is the second charrie I wanted to make, but please let me know if it's too late to add a character.
Name: Selena (goes by Sel) Marlow
Age: 15
Gender: female
Appearance: Straight black hair cut about an inch or a little more that that above her shoulders but with a slight curve to the haircut almost like a bob, pale skin, black eyes, pretty much always wears black, and never ever wears bright or light colors. Like ever.
Magical Ability: So in her family, they've always had bonds with animals, a different one for each person. Like, it's almost as if the animal is a part of their being, if that makes any sense, and then there's always an element paired with the animal that kind of goes with it, like fire with tiger, or storms with eagle. Sel's is a wind wolf, so she can do minor wind stuff like channeling currents, but definitely with limits, and then she can also transform into a wolf, and also involuntarily at the full moon. However, transforming is very tiring, and she can't really do it for extended periods of time. She really is not OP, I promise, and is kind of scared of herself because... well, I'll explain in personality because it fits better there.
Personality: Very quiet, serious, shy, can be quite Snape-like when she wants to be, impossibly stubborn if she feels responsible for something, loyal, scared of herself because when she gets really angry, she can loose control and... lash out with her wolf thing. It's kind of hard to explain like this, but it'll easier to understand once I write about it... if I can do a second charrie late.
Rooming With: Idk...
(January 1, 2018 - 5:49 pm)
Ok, so, since Aspen has a new charrie, if anyone else wanted to make a second charrie to room with her, that would be cool.
(January 2, 2018 - 12:16 pm)
FIRST OF ALL, I noticed a lot of people referring to their ancestors as fathers and mothers. Your ancestors who summoned the Forbidden were your great-great-grandparents.
ALSO: Aspen, I think we already have a LOT of characters, and it's kinda late to add one.
Keiran-
Russel, Asher, Elle, Keiran, Erin, Asani, Sariel, Samara, and Imogene had physical education together first, and different periods afterward. Keiran finally decided to put on the uniform, or, rather, the athletic uniform. It was a simple gray shirt with a pair of black shorts; it wasn't nearly as heinous as that other uniform.
"Hello, class, my name's Mr. Sok. I'll be your battle-survival teacher."
"I... thought this was physical education?" Asher asked.
"Oh, it is!" said Mr. Sok, smiling warmly through a drape of wrinkles.
"Then why is it called battle survival?" Imogene asked, smiling worriedly.
"Because you'll be fighting each other!"
There was silence across the room. Russel smirked, but his eyes betrayed nervousness.
"In a... duel-like fashion, I'm assuming." the short boy said, standing a little closer to Keiran.
"Oh, no! I rank my students by skill at the beginning of the year through a battle-royale free-for-all."
Keiran felt a twinge of nervous energy. He would be ranked.
"Is this legal?" Asani asked, brow furrowed.
"Your parents must not have read the waiver to send you here!" Mr. Sok said warmly, retreating into the safety of a small booth.
A silver snake dropped down from the ceiling and opened its mouth, grinning. An automatic magical message poured out:
"WHEN YOU HAVE ANY MAJOR WOUNDS, STOP IMMEDIATELY. MR. SOK IS A TALENTED HEALER AND WILL ATTEND TO YOU, BUT YOU HAVE BEEN DISQUALIFIED! IF YOU EVER CHOOSE TO SIT OUT, THAT WILL ALSO DISQUALIFY YOU. THIS IS AN EVERY-MAN-FOR-HIMSELF BATTLE."
A non-magical speaker fell from the ceiling behind the snake, who curled around it. It crackled and preceded to play Ain't No Rest for the Wicked.
Keiran stood still, watching the others for who would make the first move. His eyes settled, too late, on a boy with a levitating stone leaping for him.
Keiran ducked just in time. The boy swore. Keiran peeked at his assailant's name tag: TREY LYMPTON.
Two of Trey's friends cracked knuckles. Keiran wasn't sure what he'd done to annoy these boys, but this wasn't good.
Everything exploded into chaos.
Imogene blasted water at Erin with a smile. Erin froze it away. Well, they were clearly having fun with this. Asani hurled a globe of fire at a girl, who ducked and threw back a blast of pink sparks. Sariel and Samara stood huddled at the back of the room, nervous. Keiran pitied them.
Asher shoved a boy away with dark matter, while Elle created an illusion of a super-strong student to keep another super-strong at bay.
And Russel was nowhere to be seen.
Keiran turned back around and barely managed to deflect one of Trey's stones with an orb of star energy.
"What's your damage, Trey?" Keiran asked, giving the boy a disarming smile.
"You think you're a king, don't you?" Trey hissed, "Flirting with my sister."
Keiran kicked himself. Lily Lympton, of course.
"I'm just a naturally flirtatious person, alright? I didn't mean anything by it-"
A boy with super speed, Trey's friend, ran into Keiran with a battering-ram fist. Keiran swore and blasted him abck, doubling over. Trey's other friend, a super-strong, shoved Keiran across the room.
Keiran created a quick wall of star energy, picking himself up. His glasses were still on. Thank god. He leapt out of the way of a hurled rock and absorbed it with a black hole.
"I'm going to take, in bruises, every smartass comment you've made about everyone." Trey said. Keiran groaned. His first real nemesis, and Keiran barely knew who this boy was!
"Come and get it." Keiran said, smirking.
Unfortunately, they did.
Keiran held up for about five minutes until he was roundhoused by Trey's strong friend, and collapsed. His wall of stars fizzled out, and so did his vision...
do it.
He could hear that Forbidden's voice.
i am NIERAK, lord of the void, master of space
Power began to crackle at his fingertips: white starlight, but with jagged, brutal edges.
one punch with that hand would destroy his mind.
Keiran felt the voice of Nierak overwhelming him. It would be a good thing to harm Trey, to make Trey pay.
And then Nierak's voice faded from Keiran's head. A blur appeared out of thin air and slammed Trey into the ground. Trey yelped and stood, furious.
"WHO-"
"Me, idiot." Russel said, grinning.
Trey's super-speed friend decided that odds less unfair than three on one were too much and fled. Trey's super-strong friend watched Keiran get shakily to his feet, then he, too, decided to abscond.
"Get back here!" Trey began to shout, before he turned to Keiran. His face blanched, and he wordlessly sprinted away.
Russel turned back.
"Th-thank you." he spoke. Russel was still looking at him. Keiran felt blood rush to his cheeks as he sat up, coughing. Russel was close. And that didn't matter. At all.
"Keiran, can you calm down?" Russel asked, yet in a gentle tone.
Keiran caught sight of his reflection in the wall. His skin was glowing, ever so slightly. Strange, chaotic energy sparked at his fingertips.
His teeth were more pointed than they had been.
He tore Nierak from his subconscience with a grunt of effort. Yet he wasn't spent.
He felt invigorated.
"Consider this healing my parting gift, Astrix."
Keiran turned. The chaotic energy faded from his fingertips.
Sariel and Samara were boxed in by one girl, one with ice glittering at her fingertips.
Keiran strode up to her.
It was Erin, yet her eyes were pure blue light.
"Erin, are you in there?" Keiran asked, blanching. "Erin, I'm going to need you to take the reins away from the demon."
(January 2, 2018 - 10:24 am)
Was I doing this? I don't know if the first part of my last post was really clear or not, but if it wasn't I was talking about Russell's great-great-grandparent looking like his dad.
(January 5, 2018 - 7:42 am)
Elle~
I wake up the next day, quite exhausted from all the fighting yesterday, and look towards my alarm clock when I realise I’ve slept through two of my classes already.
I jolt up and scramble to find my clothes when I hear stirring from Erin’s bed.
She wakes up too, half dead, half alive.
“What the heck.”
“Erin, we’ve slept through two classes, and that serves for two detentions, and mother’s going to get word, Asher’s gonna rub it in my face-“
“Today’s a Saturday,” she groans, falling dramatically back onto her bed.
I pause, frowning. “Oh. Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.”
She waves her arm tiredly and falls back onto her bed, as she forms a burrito with the blanket, herself in the middle.
I smile apologetically and walk towards my bed, sitting on the edge, suddenly absorbed in thought. I think back to the previous day.
~
“Asher,” I huff, dodging the tall girl with rock powers charging towards me.
“What,” he replies curtly, swirling up some boy with matter and then crashing him down to the ground.
“Combine real quick?”
This girl keeps on throwing boulders at me, and it’s getting more difficult to reflect them.
“Fine.”
I project my powers and twist the energy around us to combine with his swirling dark matter, as the girl blasts out of the sky and lands with a thump on the grass.
“Thank you-“
Asher shoots dark matter towards me, and I deflect it by solidifying the energy in front of me, so it deflects towards someone else.
“Seriously Ash?”
But his eyes fill with anger, and he shoots at me again.
“Asher!”
I deflect it, and this shooting, deflecting, shooting, deflecting happens.
“ASHER!”
I rise him up off the ground, me rising with him, and suddenly the air turns into a colourful glass, like a kaleidoscope. Everyone’s blocked out by the glass.
He yells in anger and tries to implode everything around him. He runs up to me and physically pushes me as I fall off my own illusion, down, down, down...and crash.
I groan and hoist myself up, not going to give up. Asher lands down but picks himself up quickly, imploding every non living thing around him, save the building.
Everything goes silent.
People stop and turn to stare as he shoots dark matter at me, one blast after another.
I struggle to deflect each one as his blasts get stronger.
“Asher, what are you doing?!” Mara’s voice rings out.
A blast of dark matter hits my shoulder, and I feel a wound open and start to bleed.
Another whizzes past my face, and the side of my cheek has an open wound, just as another explodes on the side of my stomach, and I gasp out in pain.
“Stop,” I whisper, feeling the energy starting to build up around me and in me. I can’t control it much longer.
He keeps on throwing it at me, and I finally throw my illusions back at him. But this time, it’s not just an illusion. It’s physical. I don’t know how I did it, but the energy then contorts around him, and crushes him down to the ground. I slowly raise it, tighten it, then explode them so they look like fireworks. I collapse in exhaustion as someone from the school infirmary, who is a healer, picks me up on a stretcher.
~
I shudder and collect my books so I can return them to the library.
I decide to pull on a loose blue-grey sweater, some black leggings, and decide to leave my hair down (partly because I’m too lazy and tired to put it up). I slip on some actually “slip-on” shoes, and head down to the library, making sure that I have my reading glasses with me too.
The corridors and hallways are extremely quiet, save the few students that pass me. My footsteps echo through the stone walls, but once I reach the library, even my footsteps quiet down.
I heave open the large wooden doors, and walk inside, greeting the librarian with a smile.
I hand her each book and she stamps off the return.
“You are all set, Miss Dvotoski.”
“Thank you,” I reply, heading towards the bookshelves.
I find myself in a weird nook that shields me from view of anyone, and there’s a desk within that area. On the desk, there’s a book that looks like it’s been half read, and I peer at the page it was on.
“In order to use dark matter to create an artificial ancestor, you must at first make sure to-“
Dark matter?
Asher’s the only one at the school with dark matter. He must have been here, but why did he need to talk to his ancestors?
I start to look through the book, and it tells about all the ways to recreate your ancestors depending on your power. I laugh at the weather one.
Wait for an electromagnetic outburst of lightning in the location of the Silvien metal rod in order to perform the spell.
That happens often I suppose.
But nothing here on illusions.
I start to look through the other shelves, finding how to heal, records of famous people at the school, and finally a yearbook dating back a while ago. Around the time when my dad would have been here, and around the time that everyone else in the groups’ parents would have been here.
I pull it from the shelf, coughing slightly from the dust that puffs off of it.
Opening it, and brushing the dust aside, I see group pictures, then pictures of teachers, then pictures of Steaders, the student leaders of each dorm section.
Then I see the regular pictures of each age category of students.
Doing the math, my dad would be...here.
I look towards the 16 year old section and find, sure enough, my father and others that look similar to the others in the group.
In fact, their class seemed to be made out of only every parent, except-
My finger stops with my heart.
Damond Fultrix.
A young man, with short blonde hair that’s fluffier at the top sits, blue grey eyes sparkling in happiness.
Then on the next page, there are just random candid shots of them, and Dvotoski and Fultrix sit, laughing about something. But it is pure laughter, and it looks as though tears are about to stream out of their eyes. I find myself smiling also.
Then I see Fultrix hugging a girl. I raise an eyebrow and look back to the solo shots, and realise that she’s Marza Hotchlen.
She has curly brown hair and freckles all over her face, with warm brown eyes. They seem to be enjoying possibly New Year’s, by the the sight of the sparklers they hold in their embrace.
I smile again, but this time with sadder eyes, before I snap out of the book.
I know that my given last name was Fultrix before we legally changed it to Dvotoski. That man could possibly be my father- no, I’m pretty sure he is my father.
Is Marza my mother?
Suddenly I hear the lunch bell ring, and I jump slightly as it pulls me from my thoughts. I make sure to check the yearbook out before scurrying up the stairs and to the lunch room.
I see my friends, all talking already with their lunches, at the usual table. I go to sit beside them, avoiding Asher’s gaze.
I quietly lean beside Mara, and listen to the buzz of the talking. I block it all out as I continue to think of what I’ve discovered.
My father’s father’s father wasn’t there at the memory-so where was he?
(January 2, 2018 - 11:27 am)
Sariel before the hours of the fight, Sariel had taken the time to see if she could grab the attention of the mysterious voice from before. She messed around with other random people's memories for a bit, changing small ones or deleting them. It did not give a response at all. Even changing the small ones in her memories were not doing anything.
But then the fight. Which turned out to be miserable. I mean, practically everyone had physical powers. She could delete their memories of having their powers... But that hardly seemed fair. So she huddled in a corner with Mara, who was even worse off than she was, having language powers.
As the fight continued, Sariel realized she started to hear voices... Not that one voice deleting her memories, no, it was the whispering. This time, however, they were even louder and clearer.
You don't need Mara, one said. She would be better off without her memories.
In fact, I believe you could rid everyone of their terrible memories. Another piped up. Just try it, Sariel. No one would notice, or remember.
Sariel did not like these voices. She hated them more than the other one. But... Sariel felt herself turning her head to Mara. She looked at her with confusion. She lifted a finger toward her forehead...
I THINK THAT'S ENOUGH. It was the voice. Like popping balloons, each and every voice snapped out of existence, some of them trying to give one last piece of 'advice' for Sariel.
When the last voice disappeared. The voice began to speak. I wish I didn't have to deal with this sort of stuff.
Sariel noticed how exhausted the voice sounded, so exhausted in fact the voice began to have gender... Female. Who are they? What were they trying to do to me?
Forbodien. Acisyrs. Sommeso y Iosalo. The voice was having a harder time translating to English. It's hard to explain in your words. They are neither the forbodien or... Ancestors. But also both. If it wasn't obvious, they were trying to make you kill everyone.
So you aren't on the forbiddens side? Sariel asked. The voice laughed in response.
Heavens, no. No, I'm actually trying to help this world. The voice could tell Sariel was skeptical. Deleting your memories is necessary. Your ancestor was a forbidden. We can't take chances with you or your friends.
Wait, so are their memories being destroyed as well? Sariel began to worry frantically. And how is destroying my memories going to help? Why not just kill me?
I don't know. It is my comrades' decision to figure out how to be rid of the rest. The lot of them are lucky enough to not be stuck with you, a memory reading idi- The voice stopped itself, sounding bitter. And killing you would be exactly what we don't want.
Sariel noticed the voice was starting to fade. Anyways, I have to leave now. Adio-
What can i call you? Sariel could feel the voice stop, almost in amusement.
Hm... I suppose Sarah works, the voice muttered, before disappearing. And with that, with no surprise to Sariel, the memories of her childhood faded away.
For the rest of the fight, Sariel could barely concentrate on what was happening with this information.
* * *
So, if you couldn't tell, I'm thinking there is some other force besides the forbidden. This force wants to get rid of us all because we're connected to the forbidden and might cause the destruction of the world, like our ancestors nearly did. So essentially we now have a voice trying to make us kill people and a voice that doesn't want us to and also wants to get rid of us.
Oh, and I suppose it's up to you if the voice lets you talk to the others about it. Mine doesn't. ALso up to you if the voice even speaks to you.
Sorry if I'm making this convoluted, but I'm really excited about this!
(January 2, 2018 - 1:00 pm)