Bound Souls

Meeting

Cynthia Wistersan was 7, when she first felt it. She was a lonely child, thought to be weird because of her parentage. Her mother was a member of the Klu Klux Klan, and her father was a member of the Black Panther. At the time she was at the park, on the swings, when she had the sudden feeling that there was a pressure the inside of her head. While the presence was knocking around in her head, she also got a sharp pain in her side. Falling off the swingset she knelt there holding her head until the feeling faded.

As soon as the pressure was gone, she looked at the hoodie she had slung around her waist. Redness had began to blossom underneath the jacket. Cynthia stumbled home, wondering what had happened.

As she trudged on the lining of the threshold, her mother entered the hall. Taking in the condition of her daughter, her eyes widened.

"Cynthia, what happened?" She exclaimed.

"I don't know," Cynthia said simply. Her mother took a sharp inhale of breath as she examined her wound. It was a long, deep, and painful cut. As she bandaged the cut, Cynthia told her mom about what happened. Even though her mother was nodding, she could tell that her mind was on other things.

"How was your day, Mom?" Cynthia remarked sarcastically. Her mother stirred.

"What? Did you say anything, Cynthia?" She said.

"Nothing," She uttered.

5 years later -

Cynthia tugged on the collar of her new uniform. She looked back at her mom.

"Do I have to go?"She mumbled halfheartedly, knowing that her mom's mind was set.

"Of course you have to go! We already paid for the tuition for three years at the academy," Her mother exclaimed. Gently steering her to the train, her mother whispered, "If you get... hurt, go to the nurse immediately with whatever excuse you can think of."

On the train, Cynthia settled in a lonesome car. For the first few stops she was lucky, no-one came in her car. But eventually, people started to fill in the seats around her window. Eventually, a group of 3 people had surrounded where she positioned herself. The group consisted of two boys and a girl.

"Hey... you," a boy said. Cynthia glanced over at them, they were watching her.

"Yes?" She answered.

"What's your name? I'm Liam," He gestured to the others. "This is Felix, and that's Phoebe."

"Cynthia," She replied slowly.

"Are you new to the Academy?" Phoebe asked pleasantly.

"Yes," Cynthia said.

"You don't talk much do you, Cynthia?" Felix interjected.

"No."

These people are very persistent, She thought to herself.

"Have you given thought to your dorm yet?" Phoebe analized.

"No, why would I?" Replied Cynthia.

"Last year I got a girl who was so boring. She studied all night, and didn't even go to any dances or parties!" Phoebe complained.

"Maybe you and Cynthia could be roomies," Felix joked. Phoebe turned to Cynthia hopefully.

"We could enlist to be roommates, if you'd like to," She remarked cautiously.

Cynthia hesitated, "I guess, it couldn't hurt."

"Yay!" Phoebe exclaimed enthusiastically.

The rest of the train ride flew by quickly. They talked for a long while, and when the lunch cart came by Liam treated them all with cucumber sandwiches, Earl grey tea, and scones. Cynthia learned that Liam was from London, Felix was from Birmingham, and Phoebe was from France.

When Phoebe and Cynthia were standing in line to be given schedules, Phoebe was explaining the philosophy of the school in high definition.

"-So the basic thing they want from you as a student is good behavior and for you to learn," She finished. The lady at the post was tall, with Blonde hair and Brown eyes. Her nametag said 'Samantha'. She gestured to them.

"Here are your schedules and your IDs, do you have any personal suggestions for your roommates," She said in a bored voice.

"I would like to Room up with Cynthia Wistersan in one of the halls nearest to the garden," Phoebe replied without hesitation, then pulled Cynthia to the auditorium. On the way she gave a brief tour of the campus, and pointed out were their dorms would most likely be.

While they were walking, Cynthia's head started to throb. She stumbled and fell, then felt a searing pain in her hand.

"Cynthia?" Phoebe asked worried. "Cynthia, what's wrong?"

When the pain ebbed away, Cynthia slowly got up with Phoebe's assistance. As she looked at the expression on Phoebe's face, she groaned inwardly.

"What just happened?" Phoebe questioned. Cynthia visibly winced.

"I'll tell you after we drop our stuff at our dorms." I said.

"Our dorm," She corrected.

They rest of the way to the auditorium they walked in silence. When they crossed the threshold to the inside they both immediately scanned the room for Liam and Felix. The boys were spotted quickly at the back of the room, farthest from the stage. Phoebe navigated to them through the crowd.

"Hey guys!" She said brightly.

"Hi, Phoebe," Felix replied, Liam nodded to Cynthia.

Headmistress Rosemary tapped on the microphone to get everyone's attention.