Lord Loki And The Quarrel With A Boot

Mythos

I shut my computer relieved with my work. Satisfying relief floods though my body as I lean back in my chair. I ache all over but I fell live I've actually accomplished something for once! I being to twirl around in circles, just watching the world spin by. I was ecstatic; I was soo getting an A+ this time, possibly even an A double plus, I just hope Gwen doesn't mind that I mentioned her in it. That report had been buggin' me for ages, it was good to finally get if off my back and done with. Looking forward to a goodnight's rest I check the time: twenty six past eleven, gosh I'd been working on that for hours, geeze. Not to mention that the Academy had a curfew, which I was almost an hour and a half past, would I get in trouble? I think not, what they don't know won't hurt them.

Looking around my room, I see the usual; desk, small television, vanity table, small fridge, closet, bed bookshelf. I have a few movie posters, comics and clothes etcetera, but apart from that I don't own much else. I open my closet and push though to the back, there is my newest edition to my wardrobe. A silver breastplate hangs with deep blue netting for sleeves; the sleeves are combined with blood red arm guards. It's not much for amour but it's all I've got.

I slip on my converse shoes and black jeggings, they're a bit big but they'll do. The breastplate slides easily over my streamline shirt, the netting stops just under my arm on one side and covers my hole shoulder on the other. It's a bit out there, but it was a good buy from an op-shop.

Looking in the mirror a tall girl stares back at me, ombre hair, bags under her eyes. I hardly recognize her, two terms ago I wouldn't have taken this for my reflection. Feeling comfortable, I turn away. I stuff my computer away in it's case and hide it under my desk where hopefully Gwen won't be able to find it. What can I say? Everyone has their secrets. I can see why I get on well with Gwen, I'm a bit of a nerd. Okay! The wonder woman comics speak for themselves. Not that Gwen was a geek or anything, she just liked comics.. Yeah. Me, Gwen and Daphne have grown close at our time in Mythos, but the person I've really gotten to know is Arthur Arfr. He's super nice, but I don't like him in that way, he just happens to be my brother. It's complicated, okay?

Now that my floor was clean from dirty clothes, all I had to do now was get changed. I lean out to close the window, noticing someone outside past curfew I think to call out to them, tell them to go to bed. But 'popular' people do one thing in bed, from what I've heard. I continue looking out, enjoying the December breeze on my skin when the woman let out a shrill scream. I didn't think it was possible for a scream to be so loud.

"Reapers!" I scream so hard my throat burns, not nearly as high as the girl though. I know that my friends will most certainly die if I don't warn them in time.

Every half second is precious, every training session is useless if we're fought unprepared. What little time we have is put to use learning skills to prevent us from dying. So we can live another day. I'm not used to it, the fighting and killing. It was a lot different to poking people with epees. But, that's just another excuse though.

Fortunately, I'm already in as much amour as I have, wait, almost. I strap on my shoulder plates and grab my bow and stash of arrows. I sigh and slam the door behind me, there was still a long night ahead.