Finally Special

The Lost Language

Sophie's POV

After last night everyone went back to their own rooms and went to sleep. My dreams were haunted with a face hiding in the dark and the sound of laughter. I woke up at one point to see Emma tossing and turning, so it appears she was dreaming the same darkness as me. About halfway through the night though there was a wash of amber through the dream and from then on it was better.

The annoying sound of something broke through the dream I was having and blearily I open one eye and glare at the offending machine. My new alarm clock stares back at me, blatantly continuing its annoying trilling. Gently, so as not to break it, I press the snooze button on the top and start drifting to sleep again. A crash sounds and I shoot up, wishing I could have brought my sword with me. Turning I see Emma standing there, frozen after she has obviously just kicked over our CD rack. With an exasperated sigh I flop back on my bed, staring at the ceiling. 

"Sorry." says Emma quietly, but I just gently roll off the bed and get ready. 

"It's ok." I say smiling. Then I remember something.

"Hey, what do you think about the mysterious teacher?" I ask Emma, referring to the spirit Azrael. Aisha acted as though she already knew him.

"He is.. interesting." she replies. "He doesn't have the same dust repulsion as everyone else." I know what Emma is talking about because we had a conversation about her skill.

"Aisha is the same, which I never noticed before." she finishes.

"Huh. That's really weird." I muse out loud. Looking at my watch I see it is almost seven. Breakfast is at seven thirty, and so grabbing a key I leave the room, telling Emma I will meet her at breakfast. There is something I must do first. 

Reaching the door, I bang on it loudly, but there is no reply from inside. A disembodied voice speaks to me though. 

"Miss Taylor is sleeping." he says quietly. Looking up at the top of the door, I know this is the room, as mine does it too.

"I know she is asleep." I answer. "I need to wake her up. I'm guessing she didn't set an alarm."

"No she didn't. You are correct in that assumption." he replies. "Should I open the door for you?"

"Yes please." I say politely and the door quietly swings open.

"Thank you very much." I say then walk in. Aisha is lying on the bed looking nice and peaceful, but I know how much she hates mornings and being woken up. Carefully I stand away from her before yelling at her.

"AISHA! WAKE UP!!" I have learned from experience that the only way to get her up is to yell at her or produce a loud noise and that when this happens, she reacts on the offensive. Proving my theory Aisha jumps up in a ready stance ready to attack someone. A few times she just falls on the floor but more often than not she reacts like this.

"It's just me." I say quickly, before she can attack. Aisha finally notices me and sends a venomous glare my way. Then with a loud sigh, she scrambles back to bed, hiding under the covers. 

"Aisha!" I say again loudly, and irritated she pokes her head out from her blanket and glares at me again, before disappearing. Making a noise of frustration I head to the bed again. Reaching out I grab a handful of the blanket and pull it. Aisha lets out a hiss and starts babbling in some weird language. Shocked I stare at her. She turns to look at me, and upon seeing my shocked face looks puzzled.

"Quid est hoc?" (what is it?) she asks and I just continue staring at her. Suddenly she snaps her fingers in front of my face surprising me and making me blink at her.