Shinwa Academy

What I have so far

As I stepped through the door black and gold grew from the shadows, the Victorian-like castle shrouded in black marble, gold swirling in and out of walls and floors. Right in front of us stood a double-sided staircase made of black stone, with gold rails. A glass chandelier hung above the middle of the stairs, lighting an enormous painting of Kendrick Vera himself, hung on the back wall. The man in the painting had long black hair pulled up tightly into a ponytail, he was dressed in a pen-striped suit. He sat up straight, head held high, his face emotionless. There were two rooms on both sides of me, all as dark and empty as the one I stood in. The place reeked of a dark high born, the selfish and money-hungry magic of a council member pungent. I already hated everything about it, I could already tell my so-called dad wasn't a man I wanted to associate with.

"Master Vera, the master of the house awaits you." His butler spoke yanking me out of my thoughts and back into my darkening reality.

"My last name is Circe, not Vera; I already told you don't call me that, I'm never taking that last name," I said clenching my jaw, my hands balling into fists in my pockets.

"The master of the house instructed me to call you nothing but the Vera name. He says that you must get used to your role as the heir of the Vera house."

His words cause a new wave of rage to rush through me. I had never spoken a word to the man and yet I already hated him with my entire being. The magic inside felt like lava burning me from the inside out. The only thing that cooled the burning inside me was the thought of directing the lava inside me at him.

"Well, you can tell 'the master of the house' that I said he can go fuck himself." My rage following out of me before I could stop it, not that I even respected enough to try.

"Your father wouldn't be very happy to hear you say that." He chuckled quickly. "Now, we cannot stall any longer, we must not keep the master waiting." The man continued before I could even open my mouth to correct him on his mistake of calling Kendrick Vera my father. The gods knew that that man could never be my father, He didn't deserve that title, He had never done a single thing to earn that title. He turned away from me and made his way towards my impending doom.

New Chapter

Kendrick's butler leads me into the house, the shadows swallowing us as we made our way up one of the staircases. Once we reached the middle, he led me up the left stairs and down a long dim hallway. He took me halfway down the hallway before stopping and knocking on a door to our right. Only seconds later a dark and deep voice, one that sounded like the husk of a demon, rang from the other side of the door.

"Who is there?" the voice spoke.

"Master Vera, the young master, and I have arrived." The butler answered the voice.

"Good, I'll be right out, I shall take this meeting in my office," Kendrick said, soon after the sound of footsteps could be heard making their way towards the door. Then the door swung open, and for the first time in my life I looked the man who had got my mother pregnant 17 years ago in the eye, and he looked right back at me.

His eyes swirled with darkness, both his iris and pupil filled with black, something expected of someone his statues that uses the magic he does. I could only hope that Iris filled with black don't join my already black pupils. His nose was wide, and his cheekbones set high and prominent on his face, a sharp jaw added the finishing touches to his face. I Could see that I had got my darker skin from him, his coffee-like complexion complimented his dark hair and eyes. His somehow pin-straight hair was not held up in a ponytail like his portrait. He run his eyes up and down my frame and grimaced, quickly looking to his butler, he spoke. "Let us leave, there is no point in wasting any time." He said, starting his track down the hallway.

He smelt of ash and premium nicotine. His hair cascaded down his back to the end of his spine, swaying as he walked ahead. He held his head high, his back straight and shoulder broad. The longer I looked at him the more my anger grew, the very sight of him cause heat to bubble inside me my magic feeling like lava turning in my stomach making me clench my hands to keep it in. We walked in silence, our feet hitting the ground being the only thing that was heard. I walked the rest of the way with my eyes superglued to the ground, refusing to look at that man for any longer than I had to.

It felt like a century had gone by when we finally reached his office at the end of the hall. Kendrick walked into his office and set down at his desk without hesitation, He cross his leg over the other and folded his hands together on his desk, never once breaking his perfect posture.

"It's Rowan, correct. Sit, let's talk. It's nice to finally meet you." He spoke monotonously, not a single thing in his face changing with every word he spoke.

"And who's fault is that exactly, Kendrick." I seethed. "Let me be honest with you... Kendrick was it," I mimicked him. "I really see no use in setting down with the likes of you, My dear sperm donor." And once again he awarded me yet another first as I watched his eyes fill with an emotion, rage.

Then suddenly, as if I was delusional if was gone as if it was never there. "Rowan, I was being nice, but I guess there is no need for formalities." Every word was a lump of coal thrown into the fire already raging inside of me. "I've already told you and your mother what I brought you here for. You will become useful, and it matters not if you care for it or not, I won't let my blood, my name go to waste. Besides what can you possibly expect to accomplish with what that little family of yours can teach you?" He let loose, leaning back resting his arms on his chair, his face still infuriatingly blank.