What We've Started [SEQUEL to A Pure Sacrafice From A Dark Heart]

The Academy

STAR'S P.O.V:

I left the dorm room I had awoken in. After about half an hour of trying to convince myself that it was just a dream, I gave up. I still had no memories, so there was nothing to justify that it didn't happen; the mysteriously familiar woman, the memory, and the malicious spider demon were all real. It all happened, and now, I had to find myself.

The veranda was quite lovely; surrounding the breathtaking courtyard and connecting the dorms, it was convenient and quaint. The autumn leaves shone beautifully in the setting sunlight with hues of fiery orange and golden yellow as they flitted down from the Japanese maple that served as the centerpiece of the lovely courtyard. They were all strewn along the veranda and across the graying grass.

A sudden chill wafted through the air, and I found myself shivering as I hopped over the small, delicate fence of the courtyard and made my way to the stone bench. It was positioned next the the broad, black wood of the maple and had a lean to it due to the uneven ground.

My actions up until now felt innate, as if I had done them in routine. This was definitely apart of my life, but something told me it was a grain of salt in the brew. Something bigger had yet to reveal itself.

"Excuse me," a sudden male's voice startled me, and I turned to see a boy across the way with quite the uniform on, "do rules not apply to you? Did you not see the fence? No one is allowed in the courtyard, miss. Aren't you aware?" He motioned for me to get out, but a certain defiance stirred within me as I gave him a blank stare.

He raised an amused brow as if he had dealt with this way too often. Before I could stop, my legs crossed in an arrogant way as I felt my eyes glint in amusement. I was looking down on him. What was I doing? Did I think I was on some throne in my majestic castle?

He clicked his tongue in annoyance before stepping over the small gate.

"Looks like it's to the headmistress's office for you." He straitened his peaked cap as if he was an officer of sorts.

"Tsk, tsk," I held my finger up as if to shame him, "now look at you, rule breaker." I laughed as he quickly stomped up to me in agitation. Before he could grab me, however, I jumped to the nearest branch.

It surprised me. Not only had I done it out of instinct, but the branch was at least ten feat off the ground. How had I managed that in just one, simple jump?

He looked up at me, blue eyes washed in disbelief. I hadn't noticed it at first, but his hair was also a deep, ocean blue and tied back in a ponytail that reached his waist. He was quite an oddball. But his eyes held innocence and maturity all rolled into one. He was really a curious character. I wanted to know more.

"Run from me and that's an inevitable detention." He regained his composure and glared up at my still amused figure.

"What are you," I huffed mockingly, "campus police or something?"

He furrowed his brows in bewilderment, "well, yea. Duh." He grabbed an unfamiliar arm cuff that surrounded his right, upper arm and held it out, so as to make it obvious.

I scowled, "oh," shaking the branch, I said, "headmaster's office? I think I'll visit there last!" Laughing as he flailed around in the shower of leaves, I bounded off to my next destination - the stairs that led to the next floor.

"It's headmistress! The headmaster died a month ago! Do you even go to this school?!" He yelled after me as he tried to recover. His words confused me. Had I said headmaster? Why does headmaster sound more appropriate than headmistress? Something's not right.