Legend of the Immortal

Arceus' Clique

Belle's Bedroom.

Gracie opened the letter.

Inside the letter was a small gem and a note.

Unfolding the piece of paper, Gracie read the note.

It said the following.

"Memory gem. Infuse mana and learn this. You'll need Valkyrie and Dancing Obsidian. Head to training hall with gem."

It was short and simple, straight to the point, containing just about all the main information without wasting time with flowery words and greetings.

Gracie picked up the gem and pocketed it, walking back into her room, she saw Arceus lying on her bed, awake.

"Morning." Gracie said.

"Eh? Ah! Morning! Sorry to intrude..." Arceus scratched his head sheepishly.

He blushed as he saw Gracie's dressing.

Gracie stared at Arceus, unable to gleam what made him make that expression.

She followed his line of sight and landed on her nightgown.

Seeing this, she trembled with some unspoken anger,"Get...out..." She whispered, traces of anger and embarrassment hidden within.

"I swear I wasn't-I mean I wasn't-I-I..." Arceus froze as he felt Gracie's icy stare and just resigned himself to whatever happened later,"Yes m'am..." He trod out the room with heavy steps, the bark of Chestnut as his only comfort.

Gracie changed into her normal attire, a cotton shirt, usually plain grey, black shorts and sneakers.

Cheap, simple and efficient, just like Belle's choice of clothes.

Furthermore, no matter how hard she tried, her girly charm just excluded from her, making her dress-up somewhat of a fetish for some seniors.

Yet no one bothered her, knowing full well the extent of her powers and the 'Man to woman in moments' incident where she forever changed a senior, Blake Shires.

Walking out her room, she and Arceus were heading separate ways.

She was heading to the training hall while he was going on a trip out to the city with his friends.

Arceus was muttering,"I seem to be ending up in her apartment more than I am my own dormitory. And those white...Dammit! You are supposed to have honour dammit! Your father would be ashamed of you!" Arceus slapped himself but that image of Gracie in her translucent nightgown, shined upon by the sun, showing off the figure underneath was one that had been deeply etched into his mind practically against his will.

Reaching the cafeteria, he sighed,"Demons...both of them are insanely strong...their natures aren't eccentric per say but still...at least she looks at me like i'm a close friend...Argh! I'm supposed to be a prince but it doesn't even matter here! I need to get stronger! I must hit level two ten by this year! Ten more levels! Fight on!"

Turning his head, he saw his group of friends that invited him.

"Yo Arcie, your highness!" One of the guys shouted, causing the rest to snicker.

They were Arceus' friends, sons of nobility with morals and characters like polar opposites, they somehow clicked.

Four guys, including Arceus and one girl, Dawn.