Faethend And The War Of Nithean

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"Girls!" I froze immediately, snapping my head back to face the teacher. Except, she wasn't our teacher, she was the Head Teacher, and she was glaring down at me and Hannah.

Hannah had tried to act smart and make fun of the 6inch scar down my eye, and it only ended up making her look stupid. I put her in her place, but that unfortunately ended up getting me in trouble.

I turned my whole body to face the Head Teacher, nervousness fueling my expression. "So?" She asked, raising her eyebrows at me, clearly wanting an explanation. I stayed silent. She folded her arms. I continued to stay silent.

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"Its your first day Andrea!" My father yelled, my mum followed. "And it wasn't even interval!" I looked down, suddenly finding a 1 pence piece that was laying on the carpet more interesting than their yelling.

All I could hear at this point was rubbish, I shifted my weight from one foot to another as to not giggle or grin. Though, I let out a small snicker. That got me into a deeper hole.

"Andrea Rhodes!" My mother squealed, glaring at me with a hard glare. I hesitated to look up at her. I grumbled irritably. "You know I can't do this without laughing!" I exclaimed. Which I wasn't wrong, my ADHD didn't really let me.

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The next morning, I woke up in a cold sweat, sitting up in my bed, breathing heavily. "Shut it, Andrea!" I heard my mother's annoying, squeaky voice. I sighed. Flopping back into my red bedsheets. I was barely restraining myself from turning onto my stomach so I could scream into my pillows, but I thought, nah, perhaps not.

I cursed in a low, soft voice as I stood up, stumbling over my feet. It was a rather suspenseful second until I collapsed into a blue bean-bag. "Oof." I grumbled, simply laying there for a couple minutes. I had basically refused to let my brain tell me to get up, but I had to. I had to visit him.

I sighed for what felt like the billionth time, pushing my extremely tired legs up onto the grey carpets. I walked up to my dark wood wardrobe, kicking my slippers on, said slippers had laid next to the wardrobe long enough to have collected a centuries worth of dust.

The outside wind growled, I grumbled. I was just glad it wasn't raining. Yet. I walked out my room, sneaking stealthily down my stairs. They creaked. I grumbled. At that rate, I craved to run out my house door, but I held back, I didn't want to get into any deeper trouble with mum.

I made it to the bottom, sneaking across the carpets to the coat hangers, snatching my jacket from a high up hook as I set out the door on an adventure. Find him.

The streets were cold and icy, especially since it was the middle of winter, snow laid everywhere, living near Portobello beach didn't really help either. Living near the sea was supposed to stop snow. You know, salt water vapour around the air- ah, never mind. But either way, it didn't help.

The grass around and about was frosty and coated in snow. So was the pavement, and the roads had salt on them, so I assumed they were the same. It was the dead of winter, December 31st, and I really didn't want to spend it with my parents. I know it sounds bad, but that's how it goes. Maybe if they were better parents- yeah, no more details, please.

Eventually, after what seemed like hours and hours of walking, twisting, turning, going up and going down, I reached the door of the man I was after. It was this chill crimson red with a silver, rusty dragon on the top of the door, as well as a matching silver door handle.

I sighed softly, raising my fist as I knocked the door a couple times; knock-knock-knock. "He takes forever to answer.." I muttered to myself, shifting nervously again. Finally, the door opened. And it revealed a stunning lady. She had pretty auburn hair and a sort of Olive-y skin tone. She wore a light purple jacket with a white and fluffy inside along with some black sports leggings. She had a basket in her left arm as she had opened the door with her right hand, the basket seemed to contain some snapped quivers.

I looked flabbergasted, staring up at her in shock, I knew this woman.. "L-Lady Artemis?" I mumbled, she nodded, leaning on the doorframe. "Uh huh, if you're here for Dr. Hemsby, he's a little busy." The goddess said. I peered into the room, spotting a very unconscious Dr. Hemsby.

"Did you have to?" I asked, looking back into the elderly man's invention room, where he laid his head on his desk. "Well, yeah. He was gonna shoot me." Artemis shrugged, I nodded with obvious hesitance, I mean, she'd shot and probably killed my only friend.

"He's fine."

"Mhm."

"He is- oh." Artemis grumbled, spotting a pool of blood that had laid under the chair he was in. "Maybe not so fine." She added. "You think?" I grumbled harshly, I wasn't exactly so happy now, she had murdered my friend.