This is the story of how I die... Got your attention? Good. This is my story, here we go! Right out of high school and straight into college, I am currently going to a school called Osnádúrtha: Academy of the Supernatural. As the title implies, this is a school for those of mystical lineage. Species range from Werewolves to Nymphs, occasionally you'll see a fae or two.
However, I am a less common monster of sorts. I am what you'd call a pure blood. We are very rare. Our only marking is our eyes or a mark we get somewhere on our body when we turn 19. I'm lucky enough that only one of my eyes holds the mark of a pure blood. My natural eye color is hazel, but my left eye is a bright gold.
Being a pure blood is no joke, it comes with dangers no monster could imagine. I have the power to control the elements, but this gift comes with a price. When my powers are used, my mind enhances my perception so I can see the dead. This may seem like just another power, but the dead can haunt you in more ways than one. The dead should only be tampered with by reapers, soul guiders. They usually have a medium to accompany them, help them deliver restless spirits to peace.
Now, you may be wondering why I am not hidden away. I was given a gift by a witch when I was just a baby. I was given Pathokenesis, the power to manipulate emotions, to help disguise my powers. This is the only power I can use without having any bad side effects. I'm turning 19 in a few months, then I'll have to worry about the mark. I keep a eye patch over my gold eye and I say that I'm injured, and the world is a better place. This is a new experience for everyone here, let's just hope it's a good one.
I arrive at school early in the morning, hoping to get the bearings of my new school. I stepped through the front gates, immediately feeling a sense of calm, and walk to the front office. There currently aren't any people at school, so I make my way to the front desk. The lady sitting behind the computer is definitely a character, she is definitely a shapeshifter. Her natural form is a young woman with mocha skin, dark brown eyes, curly brown hair, and a warm outfit that matches her style.
Her head pokes out from behind the computer and she smiled kindly. "Hello, dear! How are you doing today?" I nod with a smile. "Great, m'am. I would like my schedule. My name is Llesme Madeleine Ever." She typed quickly on the computer. The sound of clicking and whirring erupted from the computer, concluding in a piece of paper with ink to come out of it. She rolled in her chair to the printer, grabbed the paper, and rolled back to me.
"Here you go, hun." She hands me the paper, and I thank her with a silent nod. I exit and wander the halls, searching for my first lecture. I gently open the door of the class, greeted by an older looking man. He was a Goldhorn centaur breed. He had the lower body of a deer, an upper body of man, and naturally golden colored antlers. He had dark brown hair, tan skin, and moss green eyes. He pushed his thin framed glasses up his nose and smiled.
"Hello, take a seat where ever you'd like. The lecture will start in about half an hour." I nod gently and smile. "If you ever need anything, sir, I'll be happy to help." His eyes widened then he smiled. "I'll take note of that, Miss?" I giggle. "Llesme Ever." He nods and reads through his papers, I take out some of my supplies. I ignored as kids came into class, there were a few kids who seemed a little out of it or sad and I tried to make the room feel happier.
Afterwords, I could tell everyone was in a better mood. I smiled in content as I created some symbols with my ink pen, I saw the last group of kids walk in and I took out my actual pen. I suddenly heard a large thud next to me and I quickly turn my head, I see an air nymph with flowing hair. Her crystal, almost see though, blue eyes stared at me and she spoke.
"Hello! You look so cool, I love your hair! It's so curly and luscious! It looks like the sea turned auburn!!! Oh my god, and don't even get me started on that hazel eyes of yours!" I shrank back a bit from the noise and chuckled nervously. She smiled brighter and spoke again. "I'm Kai Witherspoon, pleased to meet you!"
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