MAJICK's [Show Me How To Feel Again] 1

~ Chapter Two~

Kevon remained absolutely still, studying the man before him. The air in the room was heavy, a constant hum buzzing at the edges of his consciousness. This wasn’t just any teacher or administrator, that much Kevon had deduced.

The authority in the man's presence alone had made it quite clear that he held significant influence within the dreaded institution. Perhaps even one of the council members—those who dictated the rules and upheld the facade balance of power within the academy.

The man motioned toward a chair across from his desk. "Sit."

Kevon hesitated for a moment but moved cautiously, lowering himself into the seat. His wings twitched, a small, involuntary movement, but he folded them tightly against his back, hoping to go unnoticed.

The vampire who had escorted him stayed near the door, watching with an air of indifference, but Kevon could feel her sharp gaze prickling against his skin.

The man leaned forward, resting his hands on the desk as he studied Kevon intently. "I’ve heard a great deal about you, Mr.Al'hostrafii."

Kevon stiffened, unsure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. His mind raced through the possible things they might have learned—his ability to manipulate magical energy, his troubled past, or perhaps the fact that he had no real allies, no pack or court to back him. He was an anomaly, a lone fairy in a world built on connections and hierarchies. And maybe that was the reason why he was so easy to curse and forced to enroll in the supernatural institute.

"You are... unique," the man continued, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity. "A fairy with a power so rare, some might call it dangerous."

And there it was. The word Kevon had been hearing all his life— dangerous. Even though it was rare for fairies or any other creature to have the ability to manipulate raw energy, Kevon's gift would be seen more as a threat than a blessing. It made him stand out in ways he had never wanted to.

"We both know why you’re here, Kevon," the man said, his piercing blue eyes never leaving Kevon’s face. "You’ve been through a great deal. But here at S.A.Y.S, you will find that your very presence will cause you hardship. You will tested in ways you cannot imagine and your life may even be in jeopardy."

Kevon kept his expression neutral, refusing to give anything away. The nerve of the man to even say such a thing when he was the reason for Kevon's predicament.

His mind raced, trying to discern what the man wanted from him. Was this a threat? A warning? Or something else entirely?

"You will attend classes with the others," the man continued. "But make no mistake, you will be watched. Your kind, especially those with abilities that fall outside the expected norms—are often... misunderstood." He glanced briefly at the vampire by the door before returning his gaze to Kevon. "However, we believe in potential and dedication here, not just in raw power or talent. That is why I tell you this now, If you wish to survive here, you’ll need to learn to harness that potential, to control it, before it controls you."

Kevon’s throat tightened, but he forced himself to nod. Control had always been the issue. His power was pure, unpredictable—especially when his emotions were involved. That was why he had always kept his feelings locked away, hidden beneath layers of bitterness and hostility. But here, in this place, where power was everything, he would have to face it. Why was man doing this to him?

"Do you understand what I’m telling you" Rogelio Moonblood asked, his voice firm almost threating.

Kevon nodded again, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yes."

"Good." The man leaned back in his chair, clasping his hands together. "You will report to your dormitory. You’ll find your schedule there. Classes begin tomorrow."

The vampire by the door straightened and opened the door once more, signaling that the meeting was over. Kevon rose from his chair, his heart pounding as he turned to leave.

"Oh, and Kevon," the man’s voice stopped him at the door. He turned slightly, glancing over his shoulder. The man’s blue eyes were sharp, cutting through the dim light. "You would do well to remember—this academy may seem like a sanctuary, but it is not. Keep your head down. Stay out of trouble and trust no one."

Kevon swallowed hard and gave a small, tense nod before stepping out into the hallway.

The heavy door clicked shut behind him, leaving him alone with the cold vampire once more. She led him down the darkened corridors in silence, but Kevon’s thoughts were loud, racing with the warning he had just been given.

Trust no one.

It was advice he was more than familiar with. His entire life had been shaped by mistrust—of those who saw him as a threat, of those who saw him as weak. But here, it seemed, the stakes were even higher. He would need to be careful.

As they walked further, the sounds of the academy grew louder—the low murmur of students talking, the occasional echo of footsteps against stone, and the ever-present hum of magic in the air.

The hallways grew wider as they approached the main living quarters, large windows offering glimpses of the outside world. The sky was tinged with shades of violet and amber, the strange yet enchanting colors of the supernatural realm casting long shadows across the marble floors.

Finally, they reached a large archway leading into a massive common area. Students of all kinds were scattered across the room—some lounging on couches, others gathered in tight groups whispering amongst themselves.

Kevon’s presence drew more than a few curious and heated glances, but most seemed disinterested. He could tell, though, that some were sizing him up, already gauging where he might fall in the academy’s pecking order.

"Your dormitory is on the third floor, room 327," the vampire said, her voice clipped. "Your belongings have already been delivered."

Without another word, she turned on her heel and disappeared down another hallway, leaving Kevon standing awkwardly at the entrance to the common room.

He scanned the room once more, trying to ignore the prickling sensation of being watched, and headed toward the elevator leading to the upper floors.

The dormitory hall was quiet, a highly appreciated contrast to the bustling common area below.

As Kevon made his way down the narrow corridor, his footsteps seemed to echo against the stone walls. Room 327 was at the far end, the door plain and unassuming, just like him.

He hesitated for a moment, the worries of the day settling on his shoulders. How had he gotten here? Why did he have to encounter that boy in the forest to begin with?

With a deep breath, he pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was moderate but comfortable, with a three beds, a desk, and a window overlooking the academy grounds. His belongings had indeed arrived, a small trunk sitting at the foot of the bed.

Kevon collapsed onto the bed, his hair splaying as he stared up at the ceiling. The warning from the Rogelio Moonblood in the office echoed in his mind.

Trust no one.

He didn’t need to be told. He had been living by that rule for as long as he could remember. But something told him that here, in S.A.Y.S, it wouldn’t be so easy.

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