Forming a ball of fire in one hand and a ball of wind of in the other, I meshed them together. Then promptly threw them at the cloaked opponent.
The force of the throw was equivalent to the force of a gun shot. Surprised, I nearly fell over, but held on at the last minute.
Yaaasss take beotch! I mentally shouted. Looking over at the stranger, I found him deflecting the throw, but with more difficulty. Forming multiple balls of fire and wind, I made them fly forward all at once.
The first few he managed to block, but finally a few got past his defense and exploded once it hit his body.
Looking at his face I found myself abruptly facing two yellow serpentine eyes. With me caught off guard, black smoke suddenly surrounded the room and turned the bright room into a pit of darkness.
Coughing slightly and covering my nose, I looked around the room trying to spot any movement. No good. The smoke made my eyes sting and water, clogging up my sense of smell.
Small scuffles was heard from the right, so I threw a ball of fire in that direction. When the smoke dispersed, I saw nothing, nothing but a black gaping hole. Trying to find the flow of the wind, I listened intently.
But there was absolutely nothing...no life. There wasn't the faint pulsing that usually lingered in the air, or the explosive beat of fire that was always moving, always so..alive.
The ground shook and I was plunged into water, sinking, sinking, sinking, away from the light and into the dreaded darkness.
I clawed at the water mercilessly, trying desperately to stay afloat. Instead of pulling me up, the water did the opposite, it dragged me even further down.
I looked to my feet and saw countless skeletal hands pulling me down. The lack of oxygen made me feel faint and soon my lungs constricted.
My heart thudded loudly against my chest, growing slower each passing second. I couldn't take it anymore...as I took my last breath, water entered my lungs and my heart soon ceased it's beating.
I opened my eyes wide and bolted straight up. Drenched with sweat, I looked around.
The sun shined down on me, blinding my eyes for a few moments. Where was I? One moment I was fighting this guy...and the next sucked into this..this monstrosity.
I thought back, the smoke, and drowning was definitely an illusion. I narrowed my eyes, this guy is strong... To put a spell on me without me even knowing, arrrggghhh it frustrates me!!
Stomping my feet on the ground and kicking up dust, I started the process of venting my anger. Which resulted in chopped trees, ripped out flowers and a pile of dust that's there for...no apparent reason.
Where...am I? A weird sense of dejavu flooded over me. I grumbled and cursed under my breath. Letting out a low hiss, I cursed once more. F*ck.
The illusion must have went wrong for me to arrive at this place. Heck, I might even be hundreds of miles from the academy.
I took a few steps forward before stopping to let a warm breeze flow past, ruffling my hair in the process. Taking a deep breath, I continued walking.
After a few minutes, I reached a village hidden in large trees and surrounded by a cerulean lake. I stood behind one of the large trees and watched the villagers silently.
They were a happy bunch, smiling and joking with one another as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
Children played games and adults either worked or exchanged hellos. Old ladies sat in the shadows and shared their little snippets of gossip.
But what caught my eye was the old lady bending water into a pot and hoisting it on her shoulders. She wobbled and almost fell, but I slipped out of the shadows just in time to steady her pot and safely keeping it from smashing it into a million pieces.
She smiled gratefully and thanked me. I smiled back and just shook my head. "No problem, I was glad to help."
She peered at me and replied, "Say, you're not from here are you dear?"
"No, I'm just a traveler obaa-san. Obaa-san, do you know where I could find a place to stay?"
"Of course dear, let me take you to the villager head." She beckoned me to follow, so I did. Weaving skillfully in and out of the mass of people, she safely led me to a massive white building.
Once inside, she nodded hello to the guard, and he let her in through a large worn door. Sitting alone at the desk was a woman with peculiar white hair and deep blue eyes.
Besides, who am I to judge? I'm the one with the freaky red eye.
She smiled and it was if the room grew brighter. She looked at me and asked, "What brings you here to the water village?"
"I'm just a mere traveler, leader-sama."
She laughed, "No need to be so formal. What is your name?"
"My name is Kasumi Ito." She took out a registration sheet from her drawer and filled out my name.
"...and where your from?"
I hesitated before telling her the name of my school, "Akamori Academy."
She arched her eye brow, "That's quite a long way from here." I sighed in relief when she didn't ask any more questions.
In mere seconds she filled out the whole sheet and handed it to me. " Here is your form and your house key."
She also handed me a pouch of coins, and I thanked her. The whole village is so nice...
Walking out the door and into the streets, I decided to take a walk in the jungle of trees.
Who knew what surprises it would hold for me?
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Akamori Academy(REWRITTEN)
General FictionExtremely rude and sarcastic, Kasumi Ito has been living in the streets for almost eight years. Ever since her parents died, she has been thieving for meals. Kasumi may seem like any other thief, but she's not. She neither knows how to use the sligh...