In Her Dark Eyes

Chapter 2

"Sienna, over here! I saved you a seat."

I glanced over the large pile of books in my arms and found Dianna waiting for me in Healing Studies, an empty seat next to her.

I struggled to get to her without dropping any of my books, before sitting down in the seat exhausted.

"Why are you so late?" She asked curiously. Today her golden hair was elegantly braided, her violet eyes popping against her violet sweater and plaid skirt. She looked stylish and beautiful in comparison to me, who had only had time to grab a pair of leggings and a blue shirt, hair tied up into a messy pony. 

I wished I could look like Dianna first thing in the morning. Beautiful and natural. Not exhausted and in shambles.

"I overslept, why didn't you wake me?" I asked stifling a yawn. Last night I had stayed up till the early morning learning the rest of the chapter for Healing Studies, now the black shadows under my eyes showed I was paying for it.

"Sorry, I woke up early to go for a run and didn't think I needed to wake you." She explained apologetically. " At least the professor is even later than you are."

It's fine. I guess you've figured out that I'm not really a morning person." I laughed. "So, I never took you as a front row kind of girl."

She pouted at me pretending to be offended. "Hey! Just because I like make up, doesn't mean I don't want to be right under the teacher's gaze in class."

I was about to reply in protest when the door shut with a bang.

"Silence please."

The voice was powerful and commanding, instantly gaining our attention. That's when we saw the owner of the voice. A tall, elegant lady, with long, auburn locks, trailing down her back and blazing emerald eyes walked towards us. She was wearing a lilac, silk gown that was stark against her pale, white skin and as she walked the air around her seemed to freeze. She held a stance of power and strength that went far beyond her beauty, her potential an emerald halo that remained perfectly still, emphasising her control over it

"She's our professor? Isn't she the head of the department?" I asked in awe.

"If she's not I'm asking her for beauty tips." Dianna replied.

"I am Professor Blazeheart. I will be teaching you Healing Studies this year." She told us turning to face the class, emerald eyes full of thought.

"In this class you will be taught Lux Industria far beyond your minds comprehension and will be pushed far beyond your abilities. Everything you have previously learned is an embarrassment in comparison to what I will teach you and if you want to pass this class you will have to work harder than ever before to astound me. Because healing is the most difficult type of Industria there is and of course the most important." She spoke in a formal, loud voice, lacking the sympathy and understanding one would imagine a Healer's voice to  be laced with.

"Healing is the balance between life and death. It goes far beyond controlling the physical. With healing you are maintaining life which is the most potent and consuming Industria of them all. We are all made from light. It is with us from when we are born until we die. Even those who's Industria is so weak, it may as well not exist, are made from light. When we heal, we are not just controlling light, we are preventing darkness. It is not temporary like all other actions, the Industria must continue existing within the being until it dies. It's a never ending loop that most cannot control.." She paused, smooth Industria  glimmering in the light

"However, I expect greatness from all of you." She told us, eyes scanning the class.

"No pressure." Dianna whispered, voice filled with both excitement and nerves.