Kiss Me After Sunset (Raw-Unedited-Plot-Holes! I warned you...BEWARE)

11: Is This Hogwarts?

The uneasy feeling abated once the carriage had made it’s way over the threshold that was the Academy of Magic, affectionately dubbed Hereot Hall by David.

“Is that really the name?” I asked as my eyes wandered over the several miniature people that surrounded my luggage where it resided next to the carriage.

“It is, well it’s the main name that is. Heroet: Academy of Magic.” His chest puffed out proudly, “If you haven’t noticed it’s my alma mater. I didn’t care much for the human realm, so I spent my schooling years here and attended this fine establishment.”

That was all very lovely and all that he was so proud of his academy, but did it have to do anything with that Beowulf guy? I wondered.

Uninterested I evaded David’s proud stance and watched what I could only assume were Elves. One very small person wrapped his short and boxy arms around the cardboard box I had brought with me. I could see the strain as apparent as the change from day to night on his face, his weathered features intensified as  his teeth bared and he groaned.

My heart bled a little at the sight, they were too small to lift my things!

 I lifted a finger, don’t ask me why, and moved slowly, “I can pack those myself.”

They were strange beings and I’d only recalled seeing them once when I was eight. They were nearly human except for their insignificant height and skin color, a pale blue hummed beneath their delicate features. One, a girl, or rather a woman with long flaxen hair braided to her waist caught my eye and lifted the corners of her lips into a sad mask of a smile.

I felt pity.

“Nonsense,” David wrapped his hand around my wrist and gently tugged me away from the carriage over the cobble stone walk way, his loafers clacked delicately, “That’s what they are here for. It’s there duty.”

Though Adelos represented something entirely different from the Human realm it still remained in tuned with Earth. The night fell gently there too. Though it had taken all of twenty or so minutes to make our way to the great French door that guarded Heroet night had fallen quickly from a lovely periwinkle blue to something akin to the iridescent color gleaming atop a ravens coat.

It was beautiful, some dark and terrible beauty that I shivered at.

“But why?” hushed slightly by the sound of my luggage clanking my voice warbled in comparison to David’s haughty statement. His hand tightened around my wrist.

He moved swiftly and laughed, it took a lot for me to keep up, I found myself running to match his long strides and he spoke, “Don’t worry yourself of these things. You are here to learn, not to question.”

Menacingly his words hung in the air and cool wind jostled past carrying with it fine strands of hair that had slipped away from my bun. Long tendrils of wispy hair whipped around my face and nipped at my jaw.  Our feet pitter pattered over the cobble stone and I stared in wonder and fear as we slipped into a long and dark hall lined with flickering torches and alcove arches that hinted at the buildings ancient structure.

For a few more minutes, minutes which felt like several agonizing hours, we hastily walked through the long hall and stopped. In front of a French door the size and length of ten giants (assuming that I know how tall these actual giants are).

“This is it Rory, you must be on your best behavior and you mustn’t forget that you are a representation of your father.” David reached forth  beneath the flickering flames with his red hair alight with fire and his eyes an dazzling sapphire and pressed his cool palms against my warm cheeks. They felt rough, but soothing, but what unnerved me were the way his eyes watched my face. For what felt like a minute his eyes wandered over my face, searching and searching. Over my lips, where they lingered and then back to my eyes. His lips parted gently, the beginnings of a smile that never made it’s way to his eyes and he continued.