At weapons training, I was set to spar with Davin, the ginger-haired guy who'd caught me staring at him in the showers."Begin!" shouted Mr. HulioI summoned my chains successfully, though I'm sure Davin didn't have to close his eyes to summon his. We circled each other. I went on the offence by swiping for his legs. Davin leapt into the opposite direction. The momentum of the attack pulled me forward."Control the chains David, not vice versa," instructed Mr. Hulio.Davin just stood there, an amused smirk on his face. His posture was like that of a parent observing a child who thought they were smarter than them. I spun around and brought down my chains in a diagonal attack. When they were within a hair's length of his person, Davin leapt forward, closing the gap between us within seconds. As if paralyzed, all I did was watch him approach and shoulder me in the chest. I fell back, the curving white line on both sides of my peripheral vision.As he leisurely approached me, I rang my ch

As we walked down the passage, Juno pierced me with her gaze; the only sound was that of footsteps on the crystalline bridge. Walking in a non-consistent arch in front was Amero and the Blood Battalion. Dante Samos, Matt's dad, was a tall man with an athletic physique. He was a bangle user, and he looked like an older version of his son, and not in a bad way. He had aged well. His skin was a bit weathered but not terribly so. His thick brown, slicked-back hair and peach fuzz had a few flecks of gray. Next to him was a thin man named Scar. His name is perfect nomenclature due to the scars below his eyes. His coat collar was upturned, hiding his mouth and nose. Unlike wearing a red band around his arm like his colleagues, Scar wore it on his head like a durag. Even though the rest of his body was covered, I was sure that his entire person was riddled with scars. He was a chain user. Next was Derrick Mayfield. A muscular Black man whose physique, demeanor, high fade cut, and bushy beard r

Exams spanned for about two weeks. I was pretty disillusioned, but not surprisingly so, since I had been told that the end-of-semester tests were identical to those we had on Earth.We began with history and were now about to write Renchiology. None of the tests were much of a headache besides the definition of terms since I hadn't been kidnapped yet when that was taught.Renchiology was the only one with two sittings. The first paper was on theory, then the second one was a practical on dissecting, you guessed it, a spire.It was now Thursday morning, and people were returning to homes back on Earth the next day. I cursed Wish for suggesting that there was going to be some spectacular surprise for us first years.But soon enough I was going to curse her for not stressing just how crazy the surprise actually was.We were in our dorm when the prefect came with an announcement."All first years to assemble at the platform," he said, "Don't forget your uniforms."It's at that time that I

King Augaurius struggled with a mixture of anger and awe.The Chamber was not as warm as he wanted it to be. But the figure lying on the bed before him left him in speechless reverence.He placed his hand on Krymea's forearm. It was still cold. He held his hands above the General's torso and whispered heat magic to warm him up. Waves emanated from his palms and sat on the god's skin.Krymea shifted, facing the opposite direction before wincing.I am not worthy to be this close to him. Augaurius Fenn rose from the chair next to his bed. After teleporting from Kilui, the servants had dared suggest that the god be put in one of the Kings visitors chambers. Fenn sternly directed them to lay him in his very own chamber.He had tried his best to decorate the chamber as best as they could. Gold, Armite, Diamonds and Rubies adorned the fine carpet that covered the floor. Demarko pelts and Rhynd tusks adorned the walls. He'd called for as much ceremonial incense and golden wine as possible. T

I went to my brothers room, kicking the door open like he usually did when he came into mine.“You’re so ugly it hurts.”I said as I threw myself onto his bed. He was on his laptop, drawing pen in hand, earphone in left ear.“Check this out.”I sat up to get a better look at the screen. It looked like three guys in animal skin attirerunning away from a T-Rex.I fell back onto my back.“Looks dope.”“It’s a page from the comic. Just thirty more and we good.”“You’ve been saying that for the past three years.”“Batman wasn’t drawn in a day.”“Easy to say when you’re 30 and in your mom’s house huh?” I said,“You’re a bum.”“You know who else they called a bum? Kanye West.”“I really don’t think anyone was calling Ye a bum but okay.”“I might be a bum but you’re bonkers.” I laughed,“You’re a basket case.”I rose from the bed. I took the five dollars on his desk.“Yo that’s mom’s change…”“Yeah, she sent me to buy a chicken.”“Oh, alright.”“You’re bonkers!”***It was a Friday and I on