Panthea's a new student, okay? I figured it can't hurt to have another. I'll post later.

Jack~

The other students part around me, like a river around a rock, as they gather in a crowd. I realize because that is because l keep sprouting off sparks that land everywhere, burning small dents into the floor and leaving a smoky smell in the air. I look over all of the people gathered here in this hall. So many of them. So crowded. I have yet to decided weather I really like it here or not. It's big, all of it. The hallways are dark stone, some of them hot to the touch, as if there is a monster burning up behind the walls. There's nothing to burn here, though. No trees, or buildings. The rock walls are rough and dented, I doubt that it is natural. I liked burning things, above ground, watching as they slowly curled up in the scarlet flames and then died, but here the only thing that will burn is…..people.

I have minimal control over my fire at best, but now because I feel so very nervous I have nearly none at all. So I mean, if I set someone on fire, it really isn't my fault, is it?

There now is a smoky haze in the air, and l'm pretty sure that the floor that l'm standing on is ruined for good. I'm trying to pay attention to what's around me but it's terribly boring, and I'm just trying not not set anything on fire.

And suddenly behind me there is quite whisper of feather and scratching of claws. I spin around, to face a sphinx, starting to spring from the ground, wings out stretched, front claws extended forward, I don't have enough time to react, in a split second I am slammed to the floor, a snarling face of a black haired woman above me, lion paws pressing down on me. A roaring pain, more noise then feeling, rushes to my head.

For a few stunned seconds, everything hangs there, uncertain. And then I finally start thinking again.

“Well….that was unnecessary.” l gasp, trying to breath and feebly flapping a slightly smashed wing, now making the wood curl under fiery feathers and raising smoke. An inhuman, lion snarl comes out of the sphinx's grated teeth. One of the Elders, a tall stately vampire, shoves through the students, growling a word to the sphinx. The sphinx refuses to get off of me. “Tell me.” She demands. “tell me, why do you smell like monster?”

“What? Monster?”

l summon a fake smile, covering up my pain. I've smiled a thousand times like this before, when people ask the wrong questions. I smile because it hurts. Badly. Like stabbing me in the heart and twisting the knife. But, oh yes, I still smile, as brightly as ever.

The shafts of my feathers crackle under the weigh of the sphinx, as she leans closer to me. Her breath smells ancient and vile, her teeth, despite belonging to a human head, too sharp looking.

“Don't try to lie to me. You're touched a monster. Why are you still alive?”

“What, you want me dead?” l reply, weakly smiling. That same smile, the answer to everything.

I can tell that she wants to scream. The Elder pulls her away, but she gives me one last glance. She isn't going to stop until she finds out. Well fine, I'm not going to tell her.

I am helped to my feet, but there is a burned imprint of large bird's wings in the wood floor. I unsteadily try to keep my balance. What was wrong with that sphinx? I smell a bit like monster, so what? Talk about overreacting. I am thrown a few questioning glances by other students, however I hate the questions, unspoken or otherwise, so I quickly get out of there. My head still hurts, but the questions will be worse.

According to the Elders, today and tomorrow the new students will be allowed to wander around and explore, to get to know each other. Nothing, frankly, could ever sound worse.

Ok, guys, I'm really really sorry, I know I said I would join, but I won't have time to post on another RP. I've just been really bust lately, and haven't been on the CB much. It's a cool idea, St. Owl, but I'm not going to have time to post on this. I'm dropping out. (even though I never even posted my charrie). I'm sorry. =(

I'm confused. Who is the nymph?

Sorry this is short. 

Panthea~ I'm so confused! The dragon is intimidating, but I can deal with that. When I'm full grown, I bet I'll be bigger than him. Only….. I'm not full grown yet. I'm just a child. A puppy, if you will. One born lately. I've got a long way to go. The Core of the Earth is surprisingly…. Not hot, I guess. All the elders in my tribe told stories and myths of how the Earth was filled with molten lava, but then again they were elders and their stories could've changed over time. I turn my thoughts away from my tribe. It reminds me of everything I've lost, and especially Erianthe. I sigh, and then wonder what is going to happen in the Core.

On a brighter note, there's an amiable looking Griffin. Maybe we could be friends? I'm about to walk over to her to say hi and introduce myself when a short boy with wings tucked into his back stops me. "You're a new student, aren't you?" he says. He seems kind of nervous and on edge. "Yeessssss?" I answer slowly, rattling my own wings nervously. "Er- why?" He taps his foot impatiently. Impatience? Where'd that come from? He seemed alright! "I have to show you around. Are you coming or not?"

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Coconut, could Shasta and Panthea be friends, even though Shasta's a year older? 

Who is the nymph?

Flamma-

This year is starting out…interesting. A sphinx attacked a boy shouting something about monsters. I wish I was back at home where everything was simple. But here I can fit in. If I haven't learned that then I haven't learned anything. I sigh and fly off.

Sorry it's so short! Will someone please meet up with Flamma? 

Fae ~ I gasp as I splash cold water on my face. I dry my face off, cleaning it all up. I want to know more about that strange girl with the big eyes, and if she has anything to do with my past. Maybe she's strong with magic, and that compels my memories to leak through?

Did someone cast a spell on me to forget most of my memories before coming to the school? And is the girl so powerful that her magic started melting the magic, letting my memories sweep through to engulf me?

The future is clouded, obscure from my vision. If only I could peek into the future, or make it as clear as the pool that I used to sit by when I was little. Wait … what pool? I remember no such thing!

I let out a furious shriek, angry that my memories are playing such a game with me. No doubt the whole school heard that shriek. And I know now that I cannot leave the past alone no more … 

Can I drop out? This is too confusing for me.