Chasing Elysian

13. Cages or Safes?

Rosanna's P. O. V:

Five minutes to the start of combat class, I sat on the bench with some other random students.

Coming here took more than just will. If I could have avoided this class, I would. But I can't.

For one, to survive.

Two, to avoid penalities.

Three, to grow.

I kept repeating the words in my head like a mantra. Besides, Kairos wouldn't kill me. Yet.

If he wanted to, he'd have finished me since. Still, I began my Rosa trait of overthinking. Slowly lost in my world, unaware of my changing surrounding.

A total of 17 or so students were in class. And by the time I came out of my little world, the main characters had arrived.

They were easily noticeable and different from the rest. Plus, no one fit the descriptions of those characters more perfectly than the people I had identified.

I saw them all. And it hit me hard once more that fiction just became reality.

They were all here. And even people asides me paid attention to them. They're popular figures.

Karissa Newman, Drake Colby, Naiyah Saritine, Elan Novak and Pearce Anderson.

Karissa's long red hair resembled Aniysa's except it had an orange-yellow tinge.

Like that of the sun at sunset.

Her brown eyes were wild and stared at everything and anything. Cooking up trouble, bravery or recklessness in her mind.

Honestly, Karissa was the true persona synonymous to Brave. Except for the purely dramatic part which is mostly intentional.

A big grin hung on her lips as she watched closely at Pearce and Drake's arguement. Most likely about their taste concerning something useless.

Karissa is a beautiful human who usually enjoyed watching drama, chaos or conflict. And Drake and Pearce always had that so you'd most likely see her with them. Or whenever things or people were in dismay. A disturbing trait that made people fear her.

Bratty Kari was what I called her.

Pearce was on the brink of exploding, his face flushed as he gritted his teeth. Sharp canines protruding from his teeth. And forest green eyes which were darker than normal with a tinge of yellow. Clearly, his wolf was also angry.

His brown hair was packed in a bun and I'd always wondered if it's ever not.

I admired Pearce's face from afar. Another sculpted being.

He stood at a height of 6'4 thereabout with a build similar to Kairos. Pearce was not often angry- rather, the calmest, but Drake was just too darn good at riling anyone up. Especially Pearce.

Nothing special, Drake probably had a thing for the people who practiced stoicism.

Naiyah would be a great target but the girl just didn't have emotions. Or she did but it's little. And two psychopaths don't exactly mix well, do they?