Colourless

Chapter 7

Maven slipped in the line before me and Thane was just after me, standing between the twins their features still drew my comparison.

Same brown hairs, same watery grey eyes but the similarities ended there.

Maven, my best friend since fifth grade preferred to be invisible whereas her brother Thane tried everything to draw attention to himself.

Not to mention one if a defender and one is an offender.

We marched in our line, Clauferry Academy is strict when it comes to discipline and since the trainers are the important ratio among the teaching staff they demand more respect.

They are too uptight if you can say it aloud.

The field may not come forward as something special for standards of the academy, it looked like a smooth plane land covered in finely trimmed grass.

It was anything but that.

The field gets covered by a transparent dome made up of Mithril.

A metal that is transparent and as strong as a Defender's shield.

It is expensive but durable. Every window in Clauferry is made up of pure Mithril.

Not just for protection but also because Mithril creates beautiful patterns of colors when light reflects off its surface.

Enhancing the enchanting beauty of the lotus styled structure.

Well it is all worth it seeing the number of tourists this place receives during holidays.

Me and Maven exchanged smiles of victory, maybe no one caught us.

There was someone here today.

We were not given any prior notice but judging by the whispers going on I am considering that whoever it is, is important.

"Ariel, Maven and Thane" Mr. Ozaki's unmistakable voice tore through the crowd.

Everyone quietened down because we know better than to talk in Mr. Ozaki's presence.

He was an old man, pale and wrinkled.

But even wrinkles can't hide the talent and experience that burns in his eyes.

He is a remarkable teacher, the pride of Clauferry and no matter how much cautiously people thread around him, we know that being taught under his tutelage is a golden opportunity.

But you have to earn it.

That is why everyone is divided into four groups. The grade A students are taught under Mr.Samos Ozaki and I have worked hard to climb up the ladder to get into his class.

Maven tensed before me, she grabbed my wrist and gave a light warning squeeze.

We stepped out of the line and that was when I caught the first glimpse of the intruder.

A shriveled tall man, oozing indifference stood with the Trainers.

Calculating eyes followed our movement, quickly scanning over our faces.

He stood in a poised fashion as if he is a royal messenger. His vest giving him the appearance of someone important.

Although by now I am quite used to Mr. Ozaki's harshness, this man is just frozen.

We maneuvered through the crowd and came to stand before the trainers and the guest, facing them and standing side by side.

Maven was already lowering her gaze but one thing I have learned being short, never lower your head even if you want to submit.