Priest. (Nevermore Academy/Xavier Thorpe x Reader)

Chapter 13

Nevermore Academy. 

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When Y/N returned to her bedroom in the tower, she quickly began to change. Professor Dokka had requested she wear clothing that was less restricting than Nevermore's uniform -- something Y/N could move around in. 

Baggy jeans and a tight white shirt seemed to be an appropriate choice of uniform, and she took an old saddle bag for her notebook and other items. She made sure to wear sneakers. Honestly, she was a tad bit scared to see exactly what 'Advanced Witchery' had for her in store -- she could barely conjure a will to do homework, let alone some spell. 

She had been told to meet her professor by the docs of the school's lake, which Y/N had not yet made an adventure to see. She had to walk for fifteen minutes to reach her destination, but when she did, she felt a shift in the air. No longer was she overwhelmed with the life forces of every Nevermore student -- instead a new, strange sensation tingled in the breeze, and she felt it a tad exciting.

Then, she saw her Professor. She was standing by the lakeside, turned away from Y/N. She was tall, Y/N could tell even from a distance -- at least seven foot. Her hair was long and white, traveling down her back in a braid, and seemed to strongly contrast her ash-grey skin. 

"What does it feel like?" Dokka called out to Y/N once in listening distance, not turning around. Y/N could see now that her Professor was wearing an entirely navy set of robes, and looked like an elvan warrior out of some fantasy book.

"What does what feel like?"

"My life force. I have always been curious." Her professor's voice was deep, and low. 

Y/N stopped, and breathed in for a moment -- focusing on the back of the woman in front of her. 

"The most bitter Moroccan mint tea, and warm rain in swamps. The light from stars when it's a new moon."

Dokka turned around, and Y/N was stunned to see the woman in front of her -- a woman with eyes of black. 

"Woah," Y/N gasped. Before she knew it, Dokka approached her and placed a hand on Y/N's chin, lifting her face up. 

"Your eyes, quite peculiar..." Dokka remarked, releasing her, and moving past her to pick up a staff, leaned against a tree. It seemed like her professor was relying on it to support her bodyweight. "My name is Professor Dokka, and I am a Dark Elf from Norway. It has been many years since I have taught, but your Headmaster says you are an unusual case -- don't worry, she has filled me in," Y/N was so charmed by Dokka's accent that she stood in a trance, listening to her speak, "Today, we start with the basics. I invite you to sit."

She watched as Dokka waved her hand, and two chairs appeared in front of them. Y/N stood in shock -- she had only seen such magic performed in Harry Potter movies, much less the real world. 

She got over her shock quickly, and sat down across from her new teacher, who was still significantly taller than her while sitting. 

"Witchery is an inherited gift," Dokka began, and Y/N noticed her teeth were an unnaturally white color, and seemed sharp, "Only some species have it, and it is an extremely recessive gene. The odds of inheriting such a thing is rare. Do you know where you have unlocked yours?"

"My father's side of the family, probably."

"Interesting. Now, are you ready to try and summon your power?" Dokka's face gave way to a smile, with pointed corners and shining teeth. It was almost unsettling, but largely entrancing. "Well, you're going to summon it -- whether you are ready or not. Close your eyes." Y/N did as instructed, "Open your palms and place them flat on the Earth." 

When Y/N did so, she felt the grass tickle her skin and the soft ground push against her. 

"Now, deep breaths, and clear your mind. Try and channel the feeling of the Earth which you feel." 

Y/N took the abstract instructions to heart, and did as told. She could sense worms beneath her, and roots twisting in the depths. Somehow, she could also feel fire -- burning, hot, molten fire churning in the ground. 

"Keep focusing, but open your eyes."

Y/N did as instructed, and saw swarms of white swirls around them. They were little wisps in the wind, but they were beautiful. She was mesmerized. 

"What are they?" She asked.

"Raw energy," Dokka answered, "Every spell uses them." 

"I'm... doing this?" Y/N asked again, as one flew in front of her eyes. 

"Yes, child." 

Y/N lifted a hand to reach out to one of the wisps, but it dissolved. They all dissolved around her. 

"You will learn, in time, to channel the energy without touching the earth," Dokka smiled, "But this was a promising start. You show great potential." 

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When Y/N returned to her bedroom, she was drained of energy. She took a hot shower, and collapsed onto her bed in an XL band teeshirt, and blankets pulled around her.