The Thirteen Zyres

Simple is as simple doesn't, or so the story goes. Mel was never graced with the bliss of ignorance, she was simply built to be different. Born in chaos, shaped by it, molded by it, devastated by it, healed by it? You name it- if she hadn't been or tried to be it she was still most certainly capable of becoming it.

All was well until she felt called to shatter the clouds of denial most people took comfort living in. When she transfers into a school for the elites on a probationary basis with a high bar looming over her to maintain her scholarships-? Will she be able to bite her tongue long enough to stop sticking out like a sore thumb?

Catalyst Academies sure sounded like she would finally be living the dream, but anything and everything in the sun soon proves to be made of things she wouldn't have dreamt up in her worst nightmares. In her darkest hours will she still be able to see the light at the tunnel?

If anything can be said for interest in her classmates or lack thereof, all sorts of supernatural, paranormal and mythical creatures sure sounded a lot more fascinating when she was only reading about them in books.