The Legend Of The Crestwood Academy

Chapter 1

"Aaaaaahhhhh" , I heard a girl scream. I blinked slowly, my eyelids feeling heavy as if they were weighed down by lead.

The world around me was a blur of muted colors.

A dull, persistent ache throbbed in my head, and my body felt strangely disconnected, like it wasn't entirely mine.

Just what had happened?

As my vision cleared, I saw an unfamiliar face before me. It was a high school girl, probably the one who had been screaming so loudly. She was standing before me.

She was beautiful. Her long chestnut hair flowed like a river of silk. Her emerald green eyes were striking, framed by dark lashes that accentuated their brilliance. Her skin had a natural, radiant glow, and a sprinkle of freckles across her nose and cheeks added a touch of endearing charm. Her nice figure added to her looks.

But somehow, she had a horrified look.

"Aaaaaahh", she screamed again, her hands which were holding some books trembled with fear. The books fell on the ground.

I regained control of my body and stood up.

Her eyes widened with fright as she kneeled on her knees and said, "P-please forgive me. I-I will never come here again."

The situation had made me perplexed. Unable to understand a single thing, I tried speaking to her, but before I could do so, my throbbing head ache increased.

I glanced at her, trying to appraise her situation. She clutched her hands tightly together, her knuckles white from the pressure, or perhaps she gripped the edge of her shirt, twisting the fabric nervously. Her posture was tense, shoulders hunched and body slightly crouched, as if ready to bolt at any moment. Her lips trembled, and she bit down on them to stop them from quivering. Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spillover, but she blinked them back, trying to maintain some semblance of control. Every sound seemed to make her jump, her head snapping in the direction of the noise, eyes widening even further. Her entire demeanor screamed vulnerability and anxiety, a stark contrast to the usual carefree confidence of youth.

What had made her so petrified? And why was she afraid of me?

As I was trying to make sense out of this unusual situation, my gaze fell on my reflection on the mirror behind the girl.

My eyes widened, and my pupils dilated. My face turned ashen, and a look of pure horror etched itself onto my features. The girl's strange actions started to make sense.

I was...