The Lunaris Academy

Chapter Three: Confusion

Artimis

I was slightly confused when my sister apologized for calling me a bitch. All I did was laugh, but I went through momentary shock when she was actually happy to be there. Just then, my sister’s cat and my own walked into the room. My beautiful black cat with a white spot on her chest jumped into my arms. Her silver-blue eyes looked up at me.

“Yin, pretty girl,” I said in a baby talk voice. The cat purred happily. I held my cat as this girl- her name was Sapphire- evidently such a snob, led us to the cafeteria. 

When this relatively good-looking guy brushed by her, we stormed past her and her snob moment. “Um, can you spell bitch?” I said softly to my sister. Her white cat with its black spot on its chest, Yang, following her. I put Yin down. My sister and I went to the lunch line. Both of our cats walked out of the cafeteria. I could feel everyone’s eyes begin to focus upon my sister and I.

Synthia

When we walked into the cafeteria- oops, dining hall- I could feel everyone starting to stare at us. “So…” I said, awkwardly trying to make conversation with Artimis. “Wonder who the bitch was in the hall.” “Uh, hello!” she said like I was the kind of blonde people make jokes about. “She told us her name. It’s Sapphire. You know, I bet you didn’t even notice that our cats showed up did you?

What’s weird about it is that they actually seemed to like us now. Remember how much they hated us…Yeah that hatred seems to have vanished with our boring human lives. They like us much more as vampires, even if we are still just fledglelings.” 

I looked at her dumbfounded. I actually hadn’t noticed the cats or the girl’s name. I had been too busy marveling at the wonder of the place. But, I didn’t tell her that. “You talk too much,” was my brilliant remark instead. Yep, probably should’ve stuck to the truth on that if I couldn’t come up with anything better. 

I looked away quickly, somewhat embarrassed. I tried to find somewhere to sit. (I was kind of hoping to get a seat at least semi-close to where ‘Mr. Dreamboat’.) And yes, I realize I just called him that, but I don’t even care. He wasn’t in the dining hall though. By the time we had actually gotten our salads, we were invited to sit with a small group of third formers (basically freshmen like us) and we, of course, accepted with great relief. 

Especially on my part, because I just do NOT do crowds. I’m used to being part of the shadows, which probably explains why many people think I’m sort of “dark”. I wear dark clothes, people! It does not make me Goth! I just like to blend in and be invisible.

Artimis

I sat down next to a red head girl who introduced us to everyone. “That’s Gabe, Austin, Laurin, and I’m Jenifer or Jen for short.” I nodded and waved at everyone, then proceeded to eat my salad. I stopped only because I felt a slight difference in air pressure. I turned and saw a relatively tall guy enter. 

He had curly black hair, olive colored skin, and hazel eyes; just like our High Priestess. He walked to a table not too far away with the guy who my sister thought was - and I quote- ‘Mr. Dreamboat’. And I thought to myself, Now how did I know that? 

I finished eating and threw my plate away. I returned to the table and stood behind my twin. “I’m going for a walk, sis. I’ll see you in our room,” I turned and walked away and went out of the dining hall, then through the door. I took a deep breath.

The night air was cool but comfortable. After a moment, I could hear whispering and I followed the sound. I came upon an old oak tree and I noticed the tracker from the school speaking to another vampyre. Suddenly their attention turned to me and by instinct I moved to retreat form their presence as quickly as possible. They moved subtly in my path, stopping me. 

I wasn’t stupid- I knew they were up to something. “Stop. I don’t want to fight but I will if I have to,” I spoke clearly as they began to circle me. I closed my eyes and let out a steady breath. I imagined an immense force slamming against them, pushing them back. I felt someone slam into me.

Opening my eyes, it was the tracker. “No!!” he shouted and I saw the wind throw him off me. The wind swirled around me. “We have to kill her,” the other guy said to him. He seemed almost confused about it and just saying it to confirm it. “To stop that damned prophesy!” the tracker said quickly. The other vampyre lunged at me but was thrown back. All I could think was Synthia, I need you! The tracker lunged and I swung my fist and it connected with his nose. But the wind helped me pack an extra punch.

Leo

I was speaking to Anthony privately when I felt us being watched. I turned and saw the dark haired girl. She started to go past us quickly and we stopped her. Then we circled her trying to find an advantage for attack. She closed her eyes and I saw power swirl around her and I ducked. I jumped on her to stop her. “No!” I shouted and then Anthony and I were thrown back from her.

That’s when Anthony spoke. And of course I had to sort of remind him of why it was absolutely necessary to kill her; to stop the prophecy. And then he lunged at her and was thrown back. I tried to get at her again and managed. But her fist connected with my nose. I could see the power around her, assisting in her fight against us.

Ayden

I sat with my friend Archer, in the dining hall. We were laughing and as always, I was eavesdropping on their minds (although somewhat unintentionally). Then I sensed someone new. Synthia was her name. I couldn’t quite tell what she was thinking, but I did pick up on her Dreamboat thought. (It was about me so rather easy to pick up on.) Her sister was indifferent, but she noticed Archer almost instantly. 

When she left the dining hall, I sensed something was wrong. Archer and I both got up when her sister did. We followed her out and saw the black-haired girl kicking the crap out of two guys with the help of her elemental abilities. She was powerful, both her and Synthia. Synthia had joined her sister and took her enemy down. 

The power within them, swirling around them, made them look like young, avenging goddesses. Just watching them had a strong effect. When they were done, they turned to Archer and me. Then their friends were there, but they slowly trickled back into the dining hall. Both of them now had new sapphire tattoos. 

Synthia’s was thin vines that curled over her face. Artimis, I believe, had more delicate swirls framing her face. Both of them had tattoos that were like beautiful masks. Archer was fascinated by Artimis. Synthia had my interest, though she was ruthless in defense of her sister.