All's Fair in Love and War (ON HOLD)

Chapter 1 - New Year, Better newbies?

A/N, it's not really clear on what is going to happen, a lot of questions will probably be answered in the next chappie!

I kinda had a dream about this story, at first it was just a small idea, then my beautiful mind watered a seed and out sprouted a flower! Any-who, it's probably going to go alittle bit different and I can't remember the ending, :S. That is worrying.

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All's Fair in Love and War

Chapter One

The wind gently pushed, eager for me to move forward. The grey bricked castle-like academy was one I have been going to for years. Its tall structure was like a giant in front of a child. Separate buildings followed behind the ancient building. Glossy, curled writing which spelt out 'Venator Academy for gifted students' lay on the front wall. It was just about the only thing that looked modern in this place on the outside. The Academy practically looked like a medieval castle, so much for blending in huh?

Go on, I thought, all you have to do is go in and finish your training. Heavily sighing, I picked up my duffle bag and sluggishly moved to the main foyer to collect my room key and study items. I carefully balanced all of my bags on my body, in the mean time; I grasped for the handle and opened the double doors. I really can’t be arsed to do this!

The walls covered in elaborate designs, giving the atmosphere some class. Kinda too bad that I don’t care about class, unless it’s a favourite. Flowers filled the corners of the room, and circled the desk in the middle. I waded over to the woman who was smiling, taping away at the keyboard.

"My name is Aphrodite Newman." I told the receptionist, who was behind a desk that looked strangely alike to hospital ones. Her ginger hair slightly greying at the roots, brows joining as she searched for my documents. 

"Here you are sweetie, your room is 216, and here are you books and kit, the uniform and other bits will be given to you tonight." She handed me my things and I carried them inside my mouth as that was the only bodily part I could use to hold the papers.

It seemed as if it’s stuck near the top of the building. Poo, I never liked those rooms, not the most tactical place to escape or to run to, but it's out the way at least. The walls of the corridor were decorated by last year’s students. The doors had since been replaced, the only things decorating the ivory doors were the handle, the lock and the room number.

Stumbling, I flung the door open, banging it against the sky blue wall. It's a good thing we are allowed to decorate the rooms, if not I would die of boredom.

I dropped my bags down on the right bed and started to unpack. The room had a small window in the middle, between both beds. One by one, all the white immaculate draws, on my side, started to fill up. I looked in the mirror that I had just hung up. There stood an awesome girl, me, of 5' 7", light blonde hair that fell down to mid back, but was tied up in a messy bun on the top of her head. Blue eyes lit up her face, which was clear from spots. She wore a simple black tank top and grey tracksuit bottoms with laced up high tops.

I sighed. As bored as I was, I decided to train - just because I hadn't today. The gym was like a professional one, except this one was suited to our needs. Dummies were scattered in their parts of the gym, some with a stake or arrow piecing through it. I opted for the combat, this is where I test my skills and the one where the teachers mainly sit and watch. That is mainly because they want to assess your skill level and techniques before they train you to be in the field. Also for the teachers to mentor you as the best in the agency. Just a bit too much pride is involved in their work, believe me.

I waited for another venator novice to step forward and to challenge the mighty likes of me! Yeah, I got this in the bag, I jigged. A scrawny second year, light spiked hair, looking a bit too cocky for my liking, smirked at me.

"Don't worry, I'll go easy on you babe," He offered, with a slight tilt in his head. 

"Don't worry, go full on... I also find that I'm not a pig. Babe." I retorted. I really don’t like this newbie – too full of himself. That.... idiot?

"Well if that's the way you want it, bring it!" He called. 

"I'll bring it like donkey kong,"

I advanced onto the mats waiting for my opposition to repeat the action.

He smiled a crooked smile. Then stalked towards me. His spiky blonde hair moved with him. Flexing my hands, I decided to make the first punch.

Bull’s eye! Right in the stomach! I didn't stop there; I lashed my left foot out and kicked him in the side, knocking him over. He rose up slightly from the ground, so I turned and elbowed him in the head. I then sat on his back to mark my victory. 

"Did you know your cockiness and arrogance leads to your brain cells dying... babe?" I asked him, with a hint of sarcasm. He only grunted in response, obviously frustrated that he lost to a girl like me.

Jumping off his back, I walked through the small crowd that had at some point arrived. I smirked as I heard some boys shout.

"Dude, she OWNED you."

"Man, you got beat by a girl!"

"Well boys, you better believe that the other gender can be so much better in all ways." I shrugged, continuing my walk of fame in front of the knuckleheads that would be here this year. It should be quite fun this year.

Back in my room I studied my new schedule,

Mondays:

Period ONE – Drama

Period TWO – Tactics

Period THREE – Combat

Period FOUR – Team/Houses

Period FIVE – Skills

Doesn’t seem too bad, I thought. Drama was fun, tactics helped me, combat excelled me and skills taught me needed stuff. On the other hand, Teams and Houses are alright. Every year they stick you in teams to compete in a ‘games’ which included mundane things like assassin or games that help your skills and that were fun. The other stuff were battles of the best.

I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.......