Anomalies (working title)

Chapter 25

Skye

As it turned out, Jamie's thought of havoc being wreaked was correct. Though, probably not in the way they were expecting. Indeed, the first full moon that they would be having at Veneficus was ill-timed, as it fell right around when students decided it would be funny to see if they could get the Anomalies to Turn. Jamie was getting barked at in the halls, someone tried to set Blue on fire, another person actually asked Jo if eating sushi was cannibalism, and when she said 'kinda', they threw a goldfish at her. Not a goldfish cracker, a literal goldfish they had transformed. People kept asking Skye for piggyback rides, someone straight-up just rubbed grass on his arm. Skye was tempted to run the person through with his sword, but rather than doing that, he simply Heeley-d away. The shoes were good for more than just looking cool, they were a good way to avoid bullies.

Skye's sword was cool. There was no other way to put it. It looked like something the littles would draw. A bronze hilt with smoothed jade in the shape of vines and leaves, and an emerald blade that could seriously do some damage. Skye had accidentally conjured it once when someone threw a book at him from across the room (Hayley) and he managed to slice the entire hardcopy in half.

A funny little thing Skye couldn't help but notice was recurring themes between a handful of people's Blades. Jo and Blue's Blades could not be more different, except they both had bits of stone embedded in their sharp parts. Hayey's and Emilia's both had metal roses. Leanna and Landon's had nothing in common, however, which was strange. Neither did Skye and Hayley's, which meant lineage had nothing to do with it.

The day before the first full moon of the Veneficus school year dawned, but none of the Anomalies remembered a thing. No, they didn't remember anything until three days later, when they woke up in chains.

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Skye blinked up at the pale morning light filtering through the dungeon window. It appeared to be the same dungeon they went to before conjuring their blades.

What... Why am I here of all places? He had no memory of coming here. But there was a pile of bones near his head, meaning he had slaughtered some sort of animal.

His mouth tasted metallic, his head pounded, and his shoulders hurt like the dickens. His dragonfly wings were folded tightly into his back, feeling just as tired as the rest of his body. Skye twisted to check his light green hoodie pockets, only to find it had somehow been ripped to shreds, the t-shirt underneath barely in better condition. His sports bra was intact, luckily, meaning he was at least semi-decent.

"Skye? Emilia? Jamie?" a fragile voice from the dungeon echoed.

"Hayley! I'm here," Skye called out, his vocal chords screaming in protest. Whatever had gone down when he had Turned took a serious toll on his body.

"What happened?" his sister sounded distraught. Skye stared at the locks on his cage and focused his attention on the bones of the animals he had killed.

Rest in peace, sweet souls, he thought to them. They had given their life, hopefully, so he could survive.

One of the powers of being a fairy was being able to talk to and control animals. Skye hoped that would still work if the animals were dead. And fully decomposed.

Come on... Skye thought, focusing on a series of rat bones. They sprang to life, forming a magically bonded rat, which scampered out of the cell. Try to find the keys, boy, Skye thought to the rat. It returned minutes later, bearing a ring of keys. Skye was so drained he was only able to keep it together for a few seconds longer.