Nightmare Academy

Chapter 5- The Soul Mate Problem

Chapter 5

As i slowly opened my eyes i saw a shadow looming over me and the faint sound of a voice. Then

everything was getting clearer and i saw Francis looking down at me with worry. And just behind

him was an unfamilar face. It was a man maybe in his fifties with streaks of silver in his dark brown

hair, and small laugh lines. Other then that he aged well and had deep forest green eyes that also

stared back at me with worry. "oh good, your awake". The man said with a smile. He was wearing a

white lab coat and had stethoscope around his neck. He was a docter i thought, my mind becoming

clearer. I slowly lifted myself up and looked at Francis. "What happened? How long was I out for?" 

He smiled and said "Just a few hours. As you were slipping away i got hold of you and held you

against the rock till we got to Zerlinda. Right now we are in the hospital wing of  Nightmare- i mean

Wilda Academy." He said correcting himself and gave me a strained smile. I started getting up and 

then suddenly felt woozzy and Francis grabbed my shoulders and gently got me to sit back down.

"Don't try to stand yet, you need to get your strenght up." He said sitting on the hospital bed beside

me.

"He's right you should rest more. Here take this medicine, it's made from Janjan sprout juice and

crushed up Advil." The doctor gave me the funny smelling liquid and i drank it in two gulps. It tasted

awful like a sweaty old mans sock or something. Not that i would know what that would taste

like......." Oh yuck can i have some water" *cough cough* " Oh and i'm Kathrine who are you?" I asked

the doctor holding out my hand. He smiled and took it. His hand engulfing my own, it was warm and rough. With strange scares all over it.  He shook my weak arm 

vigorously and beamed saying"Hi nice to meet yeah i'm Zanier. I've worked as a doctor here for oh a good hundred

years or so i can't really remember" He chuckled as he released my hand. 

"wow your what then? An elf?" I asked astounded that he could be so old and look so young. I wonder

how old he actually is? He's like 1,040 or something. And yes he's an elf as well. His shaggy hair

hides the pointy ears.

Speaking of why don't I have pointy ears like any other elf would?   I asked as i looked over at him.

Well your demon genes might be more pronounced  then your elven genes.

 I mulled over this information then asked the question that has been in the back of my brain. But

was to afraid to ask, thinking the worst. Then do you know if  the people who raised

me are my parents, or....... I thought and then looked down sacred to know the answer.He sighed

and from experience with people sighing, i wasn't going to like the answer he was going to give me.

I looked back up at him to find him staring very intently at something on the floor. Francis?  I