Five children of the Norse gods are slain at the same time and day. Traveling through the nine worlds, they attempt to decipher the message sent by an unknown group of corrupted entities, The Dark Ones.
Today was starting out to be a genuinely good day. My morning started with a coffee and a side of ADD, (the usual).
My name is Vienna Laurent. My mother and I immigrated from France to Manchester, England in 2008, when I was six. Two years ago she moved to America, and left me here at this boarding school.
I did the usual, woke up my roommate (she's not a morning person), packed my bag, and set off for my classes.
I climbed down the ladder from my dorm down to the parking lot. I walked through the spray painted gold and purple, courtesy of the pranksters in the Mandela house.
Yeah. Houses don't just exist in Harry Potter, it's an actual thing that happens here in the UK. The four houses here are Mandela, Paradox, Hawthorne, and Placebo. Our headmistress is big on Psychology, as you can tell.
I walked up to the maths building, and entered the classroom. Thankfully, I was on time. I sat down next to my girlfriend Amethyst. I kissed her on the cheek with a quiet 'good morning'.
I opened my notebook to a page that was halfway filled with doodles, and began to add on to it.
"Good morning class," said maths teacher, Professor Ora, who was wearing a bright green polka dotted cloak, and a big striped red hat from Cat In A Hat, one of his favorite outfits.
"Good morning Professor Ora," Our class said in unison. Professor grinned a maniacal smile, and turned to the board.
"Review time! Bilbo Baggin's ring is very dirty. Since his ring is pretty old, he doesn't want to spend more than $100 for a cleaning. A service call will cost $35 and the labor will be an additional $20 per hour. There are no other charges. What is the maximum number of hours that the cleaning person can work without the total cost exceeding $100?" He copied down the problem on the board. I scribbled down my work.
I raised my hand. Amethyst put her face in her hands and looked utterly clueless.
"Miss Laurent," He walked over and pointed his glowing rainbow lightsaber at me. Amethyst giggled as my face turned different colors.
"3.25?" I asked hesitantly. He tapped me on the head with the lightsaber.
"Correct! You earn a Mynt!" He tossed me a small silver coin with the school's logo. You can cash in Mynts to vote on school wide events, like fundraisers, parties, etc.
I placed the coin into my pouch, and continued to doodle small deers. Professor Ora continued to explain the word problem.
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I sighed and packed up my things. Maths was my favorite class, mainly because I was good at it, and I can doodle the whole time. I get the most motivation whenever I have to listen to an insane old man explain word problems.
Amethyst kissed me goodbye, and I set off to go to the English building.
I walked through the back of the building, gripping my pocket knife. Walking through the shortcut will never not be scary.
I heard faint whistling from behind. I turned around, but I couldn't seem to see anyone. I shook off the unsettling feeling, and continued on my way.
There was a different sound...it sounded like a bird. I looked around and spotted a crow on the bin behind me. I reached out to pet it.
SPOILER ALERT: Bad Idea.
The crow clamped it's beak down on my hand, and slowly began to transform.
I think my mind was about to explode.
It transformed into a huge 7 foot tall raven colored bony and lean creature with two huge glowing eyes.
I want to say I fought it off, but instead I just stood there in utter shock.
I don't think that was a very good idea.
The creature blew a circle of pitch black fire around me. It was as if the fire was sucking the life out of my body. I shouted a silent scream, as I felt my throat tighten, as if two hands were twisting it into a knot.
I drew my knife, even though I knew it would do me no good. I chucked one of my textbooks at the thing's face.
SMACK. It hit it right in the face, the book sunk into the creature's face, slowly becoming part of it.
I had a burning desire to just touch the soul-sucking flames. Normal people would decide against it, I suppose, but this seemed like what I was supposed to do, both my angel and devil were encouraging me to do it.
So I stuck my hand into the inky fire.
The sensation was strange, it felt like it was both decaying my flesh, and strengthening it at the same time. I withdrew my hand that had now had a gash under one word.
Død.
I didn't know what it meant at the time, but I didn't have much time to think about it, because as soon as I got to look at it, I almost felt my soul leaving my body
It was like a deflating balloon. My life was leaking out of my body, out of the burnt gash across my hand.
My vision started deteriorating, and slowly but surely, each of my senses fluttered away, my hearing being the last.
