Bearer of the Stars

Chapter 01: Same Old Boring Life

It was finally the moment the warrior had been waiting for. He now stood atop the colossal peak, looking down at his maker, his sword drawn higher than the sun. Nothing would stop him, not even the moon. He would reap revenge for the death of his friends and sow peace into his crumbling kingdom.

He would never lose hope, for it was his guiding light in these dark times. He finally got near enough, it was time to end this. He brought his blade careening down toward his foe and-

"Miss Kimberwick." Night jumped, her eyes drawing away from the neatly hidden book under her short legged desk, though apparently not so well hidden. The entire class of eevee's giggled and Night's cheeks burned. Why did this always happen to her?

She was one of the smallest in the class, and her coat was so much darker than the others. It made her stand out, and she hated it. She might have had the best grades, but she had neither her classmates, nor her teacher's, approval.

Her teacher, Miss Kirkwelle, a thin and sharp nosed espeon, who had silver climbing up her muzzle looked over at Night from above her tipped glasses. Night gulped, she was in for it this time. Maybe she'd get expelled, wouldn't that be something to hope for?

"Y-Yes, Ms. Kirkwelle?" Night tried to smile, but she couldn't help shaking a little as the teachers furious glare landed on her. Her dangerous silver eyes had pinned Night down to her seat.

"I was asking you a question, which you clearly were not listening to and instead... Reading?" The teacher stepped over, nothing but the sound of her footsteps echoing softly through the room. Night shrunk back with every step. It was Thursday, why today?

"What is this?" the teacher sneered, pulling the book from under her desk with a pull of her light pink magic. "A fairy tale?" Night nodded sheepishly, and ducked even deeper as a wave of restrained giggles passed through the class again.

"It'd do you better, Ms. Kimberwick, if you'd pull your head out of the clouds. Learning your basic histories is far more important than whatever this is." The teacher commented with a sigh, tucking the book back into Night's school bag which was leaned against her desk.

It was an old thing, a dark navy blue shoulder bag with silver buckles keeping it closed. Night's mother, Caroline, hated the thing, but Night loved it. She didn't care what her mother thought of the bag, or anything else for that matter. The teacher walked back up the head of the class, her tail flicking irritably.

"Now, I'll ask the question again. What are the three elements that mostly populate our kingdom?" Night's anger prickled, but she grumbled out an answer regardless. The only thing that their society cared about was social standing and type. But even type didn't matter when it came to the lesser pokemon. Though, Night kept her thoughts to herself; last time she had started a humanitarian debate she had nearly gotten expelled.

"Electric, fire, and psychic." Night mumbled, trying not to look so bored and agitated, but it was always hard in this class. She managed to wipe it off her face though, because if the teacher her saw her looking like that she'd get into trouble again. And she was always getting into trouble, much to her mother's disapproval.

"And what are the three major species?" She asked again, staring Night down. It seemed as Ms.Kirkwelle wanted to test Night in front of the class.

"Eevee, pikachu, and... Luxio?" Night hadn't known the last one, but the teacher nodded approvingly. Her guess had been correct.

"What about the three nations of our world?" Night narrowed her eyes, her neck bristling. Was this lady just going to sit here and patronize her? She opened her mouth to answer, but it had not been fast enough for Ms. Kirkwelle.