Identity (Editing)

"Hakasen Academy..." I murmured softly, reading the yellow and partially tattered paper that rested in my hands. Andalo grinned and patted my back, causing me to wince slightly. That boy really needed to learn how to control his strength.
"Looks like you'll be the most sucessful out of all of us once you graduate." Hakasen Academy... A school for the supernaturally gifted and a haven from human persecution. Why on earth would I have been selected to attend above everyone else I know? I guess I would just have to find out. However, after I arrived, all I seemed to be greeted with was one disaster after the next. And it all started with that man...
"Why are you doing this?" I whispered, my voice faltering as I try to stand.
"Because as it turns out, you are the interesting one here." The dark cladded man grinned visciously, his eyes glowing a brilliant ruby red that paralized me with fear. But before I could respond, he disappeared, vanishing into the pitch black night. As it turned out, this wasn't about the academy at all. It was about me, who I was... Or who I thought I was at least... And the world which I was created to save...