The Dark [2]

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IT'S CALLING ME, THE MYSTERY

IT'S BEGINNING TO RISE

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THE REVELRY OF WHAT COULD BE

THE HUNGER TO SURVIVE 

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FITZ Vacker hurried down the hallways of Foxfire academy. The young prince looked to be in a rush and students glanced over curiously as he raced to some unknown destination. School had been in session for a week and a day, and he hadn't been seen at all, even though his sister had shown up around third period on the first day.

The other kids watched as he dropped his books and bent down to pick them up before rushing away again. It was still an unusual feeling to be going to school with the future ruler of a kingdom. 

He clutched the strap of his satchel tightly, why he didn't put his books in there, no one knew. His silver cape was pinned with his family crest and he tugged on it. It felt restricting.

He pushed through the doors to the study hall, and the prodigies stopped to look at him. He smiled sheepishly. "Sorry."

The mentor, a woman with chestnut colored hair and dark skin, narrowed her eyes at the interruption before gesturing for him to come in.

The prince nodded and scanned the room quickly for someone familiar. A curly blonde haired boy and a girl with long brown hair stuck out.

He made his way through the tables and plunked himself down next to Keefe who grinned at him. Biana, who was on Keefe's right, gave him a look and nodded her head towards his left. 

Sophie was at the table next to him, staring studiously at her paper and writing furiously. Her blonde hair concealed her face but from Biana's expression she wasn't happy.

He looked back at his friends and they looked expectant. Oh right, he was supposed to do something.

He tore a piece of paper and took out a pencil. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚞𝚙?

Keefe leaned over to see what he wrote and shook his head. 

"Lame," he mouthed and Fitz rolled his eyes.

Fitz leaned back in his chair and placed the folded up piece of paper on her notebook. She looked up, her eyes questioning and picked up the note. 

He watched her eyebrows raise up in amusement before she scribbled something else down. She tossed it at him and he caught it against his chest.

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵?

𝙰 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

She rolled her eyes and replied. 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦.

Fitz smiled. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚢.