I looked over the schedule, lingering over the last class.
"Red Room?" I asked
"You'll come here on Monday where my friend will be here waiting. He will take you to a private room where you will meet and practice every day. I decided it's best for you to train your other powers with someone skilled in your kind, away from the other students. He will teach you to control your emotions and your powers so accidents won't happen when you're alone. This will also make it easier for you to protect your identity from your friends." I breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. I was wondering how I'd be able to hide from Star my true identity and hone my other powers. This was perfect.
"Thank you Headmaster."
"Of course," she replied, rising from her seat and blowing out the candle. "If you ever need me, don't forget to touch the necklace," she reminded me.
"I will," I replied before getting up and preparing to head out.
"Don't forget your schedule," she reminded me, holding out the paper to me. I grabbed it, thanking her, and left the office.
I walked back to the White wing, my mind laid to rest from the Headmaster's answers. I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as I clutched my schedule in my pocket. Tomorrow classes started and I finally would begin to tap into my power. My smile quickly faded as I walked through the door, spotting Star, Joel, and Tom sprawled out on a couch in the Common. I had forgotten how I left things and my brain once again started scrambling like a hamster on a wheel trying to come up with a believable excuse to explain my abrupt leave. I took a deep breath, stilling myself before slowly walking towards them. Star, sensing me nearing, whirled around towards me gazing at me with an unreadable expression upon her face. Tom and Joel, noticing her shifted attention, also swiveled around to face me with wide eyes. I gulped down my uneasiness and decided to tell them the truth. Part of it, anyways.
"Hey," I said nervously before plopping down on a nearby couch across from them.
"Are you okay?" Star asked, concerning shifting her attention to my formerly split but now completely healed finger.
"Your hand healed," observed Joel.
I glanced at Tom to find him cautiously eying me, waiting for an explanation. Star and Joel also remained silent, avoiding my eyes, quietly urging me to open up.
Holding up my healed hand, I spoke, "My adoptive mother casted a spell on me to stop my healing process. It affected my abilities but I went to the Headmaster and she had it removed. I'm fine now."
Star cast me an understanding smile before replying, "I'm sorry Saron. Your mom is a bitch."
"Not my mom," I corrected, chuckling.
"Why would she do that?" Tom asked curiously, not entirely convinced by my explanation.
I shrugged as I bluntly stated, "She didn't love me. Maybe she was hoping I'd get hurt and die and finally be out of her hair."
"Forget her, you have us now," Joel said with a grin on his face, tackling me in a bearhug.
"I...can't breathe," I struggled to say, pushing Joel off of me, laughing.
I glanced around to find all three of them back to normal, chatting away like nothing had ever happened. I let out a sigh of relief. I was safe, for now.
"Saron! We all got our schedules this morning. Do you have yours yet?" Star asked, excitedly.
I pulled out my schedule from my pocket and handed it to her. She snatched it out of my hand, running her eyes over it before yelping in excitement.
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خيال (فانتازيا)Saron is an orphan with no knowledge of who she is or where she comes from. She's adopted into a family that doesn't want her where she spends her childhood drugged up in bed drifting in and out of sleep. Once she comes of age, she leaves for Edgewo...
