My Enemy

Chapter 1

POV – Elle

"… And we used our superior powers, such as becoming invisible to their eyes and spying on them through the means of ghosts, to turn the war in our favor. We raised armies of dead to fight them, and each of their dead added another soldier to our ranks."

I rolled my eyes. 

Sure, act like you haven't told us this a thousand times already,

I thought, as I stared straight ahead. I was SO bored of this speech, I know its true and all, but that doesn't mean you have to repeat it every lesson.

Gods, I wished they would let Raven in here, but Mrs. Warrener didn't approve to ghosts attending her private classes, which, considering the fact that she's a necromancer, is pretty dum. Sometimes I wished I could attend a normal Necromancer school, but being part of one of the most powerful necromancer families, my parents thought it appropriate that I get private tutoring.

In the mean time, Mrs. Warrener droned on, completely oblivious of my boredom.

"We finally won, and were about to wipe out the miserable werewolves, as we had done with all the other supernatural species, but they begged on their knees for us to spare them, and so we generously allowed them to live. We allowed them to keep three continents, while we shared Europe. Here, in Europe, live our most powerful families to keep an eye on them and to punish any who dare interfere with our business. And that is why you are here, in London, to carry on the noble profession of your parents when they are gone."

"Oh, come on! That’s not true. I'm only their 3rd daughter. It's the fist born, Xenia who will inherit the family estate!" I said, rolling my eyes.

Mrs. Warrener scowled, annoyed at being interrupted. "That doesn't matter. You and all of your 11 sisters will inherit the family business."

"But… " I started, but she interrupted me.

"I don't care Elle. It is time to go now. Tomorrow I expect an essay on the Supernatural War. Goodbye!"

I scowled, but packed my things and left, grumbling under my breath.

Raven greeted me outside. She, too, looked very bored. Having to wait for 3 hours can do that to you.

Raven, like all ghosts shimmered slightly as she moved, the coolness of her presence forming as slight mist. Raved was tanned (although it's kinda hart to lell) with a willowy body. She had blue-black hair, blue-green eyes, freckles, and narrow lips. To anyone but a necromancer it would look like I was standing next to a cloud of person-sized mist.

"Finally! I thought the old hag would never let you go!"

"No, she was all too happy of getting rid of me"

"So, where are we going now?"

"Take a guess."

"Not training again, come on! You'll never need it!"

"Sure I could, anyway, you never know with those werewolves."

"Really, come on Elle! You don't believe those ridiculous stories Mrs. Warrener in always going on about!"

"Why not?" I asked surprised.

"Do you really think that the necromancers of 100 years ago chose to spare the werewolves just because they asked nicely? When they drove every other supernatural species to extinction!"

"Hey, you never know, and anyway, there are a few other supernaturals left out there… probably." I said defensively. Raven scoffed.

"Have you seen Grace?" I asked quickly, trying to change the subject.