Bright, White Light.

Becoming Luna

Chapter 3

Becoming Luna

I awoke in an empty dark large room, the walls a dingy white, my back aching from the cold single bed I was sleeping on; the only object present. My head was pounding.  Disorientated I lifted my body. Sitting up I pulled up my knees forward and rested my arms over them, my head hanging low. I focused on trying to push past the dull pain in my head and collect my memories. Flashes of last night went through my brain, my body tensing with fear and panic. I was clearly a long way from home if those men had anything to do with this.  Spying a metal door in the corner of the dingy room, I ran over to it, banging my fists on the door. I screamed hoping someone could hear me. I refused to think that someone wouldn’t come. Ten minutes later, my throat was beginning to hurt from my shouting, my arms becoming weak from the movement. No longer possessing the strength to carry on with my efforts, I slumped down in the middle of the room my hoarse voice breaking into soft sobs.

“Why is it always me...?” I whispered. Suddenly the loud bang of lights being turned on filled my ears, light flooding everywhere. Amongst the white glow of the room I could see a tall figure walking towards me. As my eyes adjusted I slowly started to make out the appearance of the man in front of me. He was very tall, with ash blond hair, artfully falling in to his eerily yellow eyes  in slight curls. His jaw was strong covered with dark blond stubble. He was well-built in a dark jacket with brown elbow patches, a pale blue shirt with a darker blue tie, tucked into skinny suit trousers, undeniably good looking, and in his early 30’s maximum . I looked at his feet surprised to see a black pair of converse. Beside him stood a very strange looking woman, just a few inches shorter. Part of her insanely long, wavy hair was a bright white like mine, in thick bands, the rest a greyish blonde. Her eyes were the strangest things I’d ever seen; a swirl of blues, some dark, some pale and others almost metallic, covered by grey eye lids. She was oddly beautiful, all dressed in black, her hair flowing around, giving off a strange glow against her pale skin, which was almost remarkable white. As I looked at her, her pale pink lips pulled into a small smile.

“What do you want from me” I asked the strange looking people in front of me, my voice, croaky and full of fear. The blonde man smiled and laughed at little.

“We’re not going to hurt you, I promise. I’m sorry for the way the other’s handled you, I’ve had a word with them about that. My name is Professor James Lucien, and I’m your new head teacher” He smiled. I looked up him disgusted, was this some kind of sick joke? They kidnap me then try to get me to believe that I’m at school? “And this is my deputy head, Miss Grey, but you can call her Sage, everyone does”

“I don’t believe you” I whispered. He smiled a dazzling smile.

“I figured you wouldn’t” He laughed; bending down and looking me dead in the eye. I stared back his yellow eyes, too frightened to move. I gasped as his saffron eyes, turned to an oily black, and images flickered through my mind, appearing from nowhere I saw him working with kids, some my age or younger, they were all strange looking like him and the woman, with weird hair and eye colours, just like mine. I gasped even louder when I saw them doing things like creating fire from nowhere, and turning invisible. As I watched the images I understood. This explained why I looked so strange now, why I could run so fast yesterday.  I must be special like these kids he was showing me…with his mind. But how? Suddenly the images stopped and he stood up.

“I-i-mpossible” I whispered.

“But you and I both know that it’s not” He half smiled.

“Welcome to Clavelliar School for the Gifted and Talented Demi, it seems you’re Gifted and Talented” Sage said. Her voice rang through my ears, oddly melodic and echoy.  I looked at her stunned.