Orenda's Academy

Orenda's Academy

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Throbbing pain rang through my head. I sat up but only to be hit by a slam of light-headedness. Holding my head with my numb fingers, thick crimson wetness ran down my palm, slowly falling to the floor, drop by drop. Blood, thick red oozing blood. What happened to me? My blood was chilled from the ice cold floor. I looked around the wide space, looking for an escape. I turned towards the door to see a dark figure looming over me. "Alessia, Alessia, Alessia. Why did you have to be snooping on my business?"... 5 Girls, 5 Perspectives, 1 Story. Pandora, a demon with a taste of blood. Harmony, a fairy who didn't know enough Alessia, the sorceress who knew too much. Sophia, an angel with a rebellious streak. Maya, the timid water-bender, betrayed by her own blood. Romance Magic Mystery Welcome to Orenda's Academy for the Unique and Gifted. Join these girls as they try to solve the mystery before it ends them all....
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"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

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