Descendants Of Darkness ~Book One Of The Descendants Trilogy~

~Chapter Two~ Descendants of Flames

Dim lighting cast nervous shadows upon the students that currently whispered to each other, awaiting the decisions of the Headmaster that would determine their placement. Every descendant in the room could feel the tension among them, wondering who would be able to join a team, and who would be stuck in the lower class with humans for another year.

Not every descendant was keen to be among humans for that long. In fact, there were few who would actually support humans if necessary, as they were often viewed as the weaker species. Still, it was hard for the descendants to make an argument when they were stronger, faster, smarter, had enhanced senses, and when some were even able to control the elements around.

In the midst of this chaotic atmosphere sat two sisters, contrasting in nearly every factor possible, yet inseparable.

“Hush,” The elder whispered, stroking the hair of the younger girl who was seated in her lap. This girl had been selected for a team the past four years, yet had never accepted because she refused to leave her younger sister. Yet, the elder could see why the younger was shaking in fear. The younger bore curly white hair to the middle of her back, paired with blood red eyes that held a slit pupil. White hair was not something that would ever be seen in the faction of Ysmani, and siblings were always in the same faction. The traits of the Ysmani descendants were always related to the colors brown or green. This was where the elder received her brown hair and pale green eyes from, she assumed. The only thing that made sense about the snowy haired girl was her pupils. Ysmani was the goddess of the land and hunt, and this included animals. Additionally, she was always depicted as a cat when she visited the planet, and the slit pupils were a feature in every one of her murals and sculptures. Even the elder held the slit pupils, yet only when she was angered. “Everything will be alright, Sora,” She continued, knowing that no matter what she said the girl’s trembling would not cease.

“Kin, Arreba…” But, Sister…

The elder brought the girl closer, adjusting her place on the seats made by the Ysmani descendants able to control the land. “Sora, nothing will happen. You will placed in the Ysmani house just as I was. There is no need to fear.”

“Ni! no miin hai sin arte izan laano, Arreba! Aanio! Konae yol!” No! I do not want to be alone, Sister! Please! Help me!

With a sigh the elder pulled the younger so her face was resting on her shoulder, placing her chin on top of snowy locks. Knowing her sister was able to better speak the languages of the gods than humans she resorted to her old language for her next words. “I promise you have nothing to fear. You are my little sister, and nothing will harm you. You will never be alone because I am here for you, and I always will be, alright?”

Sora leaned back to meet the elder’s green gaze. “K-Konan…?” she whimpered.

Konan brushed a white curl back as the crowd began to quiet. The headmaster would be arriving shortly. “What is it, Arreda?” Little sister.

“Anieo.” Thank you.

With that Sora wrapped her smaller arms around Konan, hiding her face in her shoulder again.

Konan, still stroking Sora’s hair, looked up just in time to see the headmaster step into her line of view.

“Welcome,” She began in the Ancient Language before chuckling. “I apologize,” She resumed in English, “I know not all of you are educated in the Ancient Language, and will attempt to restrain myself from using it when possible.”

The rows of ‘chairs’ that were separated into nine groups constructed from earth all arced to face a central point where the headmaster now stood, short black hair lazily following her actions. Two men stood at her sides, and a long row of adults with various hair colors lined the side of the building behind the trio. The assembly was forced outside after the headmaster realized there were more descendants joining this year than any previous year.