New Divided Trilogy: Thalmor Academy

Chapter 1 (Part 1)

"Your reckless. An idiot. A child. You let those around you easily trigger your emotions and talk you into doing foolish and stupid things! Over and over. Had our talk meant nothing?" The Altmer lectured. His hands grip the girls elbow firmly whilst he leads her down the corridor. His strides long, forcing her to stumble a few times. Despite her few protests, he matched them with a leveled stare, refusing to cease his speed.

If anything the male had upped the pace.

Risking a glancing up at the Mer, she saw the corner of his mouth twitch, much the same way Mr. Ondolemars had at lunch, shortly after Sylvvr foolishly placed something, she didnt know what as he refused to tell her, into his drink. Calzelmar, the Altmer whom now lead her roughly, had been relentlessly questioning her about what she knew, and although she repeatedly said nothing, he didnt believe her.

"Oh of all the ways you could be using your time- study. Or perhaps use it to focus on your Magicka, seems your so lacking. At this rate your going to end up either killing yourself, or someone else." He mutters to himself bitterly.

He feels her recoil under his grasp.

Right.. Aleene.

"Calzelmar, I didnt-"

"QUIET."

Calzelmar immediately halted in his tracks, compelling the girl to stumble. When she straightens, he turns to face her, glowering. His normally dull amber eyes now brighten, in distaste. Accusation.

When he was satisfied that she wouldnt speak again, he continued his march toward her dorm.

He doesnt speak again.

Stopping just outside the archway, he lowers toward her.

She was avoiding his gaze. He could tell. He was glad that it seemed she learned her lesson. And, in a way, he was glad that he sorted her out rather than the usual ways.

He watched as she chewed her lower lip; she hadnt pulled her arm away once, despite the consistent stumbling. Regarding her free hand, that she places her free hand softly to her neck, he knots his brows.

"In any case, I will see you tomorrow. You can finish that paper work then." He releases her arm.

She risks taking a quick glance up to him, automatically clutching the bend in her arm.

She looks away. He watches as her lip quivers slightly. Lifting his eyes, he views it. The bruise, now discoloring her natural golden hue, covers the left side of her face, mainly around her eye. He exhales slowly.

"I wont tell your dorm mother what exactly yo do in your spare time." Calzelmar says softly, not moving his eyes from her face.

"...However, mark me." Crossing his arms, he lowers himself closer to her: his voice barely audible. "..I wont be so lenient next time."

Movement catches his attention near the entrance of the dormitory. His eyes find an older, shorter female Mer. She limps slightly, but her ever present smile remained firm as she makes her way over. Though he hadnt recognized her, he smiled back all the same, nods politely. Without another word, he strides away.

She felt a chill go down her arms. Clutching them around herself, she, for the moment, tries to forget the Mer. The elves. Not for the first time she questioned why it was she was still here. It was clear to her that she was no good at magic. No natural talent or anyone to teach her since she had been born. Gritting her teeth, she recalled Aleenes sneer. The whispers. Her eyes.

But.. at the same time.. she wanted to learn more. Learn all she could. Filled with determination, she wanted to know: everything. She knew that Ondolemars attack on Highrock was more of a forethought. It was clear he was searching for something.