Page 123 of Rebirth Of Order
It’s been a full rotation around the sun since my name was written, and the start of this year is more unmanageable than the previous. This game Eros plays for me to find my eternal is cruel and unjust, yet it proves the single soul I’m destined for is my eternal. A choice of free will.
Gods help those who decline his offer, opening a new set of rules with risks of untold desires.
The training room doors open, and a quick glance reveals a gaggle of students walking in from both House Life and Death. My training session ended about twenty minutes ago with year three instructors, leaving enough time to clean up and ponder if Kyra will appear in my class before everyone arrives.
There is always a chance of unexpected events pulling her from attending. Over the past days it’s been proven, and I’m appreciativeof Rebecca’s return to announcing the House points. Along with it, she informs which student has contributed the least, and despite our training, Kyra has cost House Death a great deal of points. So, I need her to attend.
Though she never misses our one-on-one sessions. Intriguing.
Students enter, each one reducing my expectation of seeing her, and my thoughts stir for a reason why.
“Hey, Alex, what’s wrong?” Alise asks, approaching from my right. I’m perched upon the stage’s edge, which is centered and protruding from the marbled wall. The entrance door is to my left, and I’m watching more and more students saunter in without Kyra in sight.
“Nothing’s wrong. I’m simply waiting for everyone to arrive. How was your class?” I ask, trying to shut off this uncomfortable feeling of…her. I’m not sure why or when I found myself obsessed with Kyra’s day to day, but a book within my library may hold the answer. This urge is a hindrance and possibly my undoing if the prophecy has anything to do with it.
“Same as always. Nothing to write home about, but I heard a few students went on a mission earlier.” She takes a seat beside me, threads a few strands of pink hair behind her ear, and gazes upon the mingling crowd.
“You’re correct, within the Langlia Region. Fays there care more about their looks and appeasing the Gods, rather than attending missions. Darleris Academy will forever remain number four for this aspect. But let’s hope those same Gods are watching over Rebirth’s students. Losing one to a gloom can be hurtful to our goals.” I give her the courtesy of my focus.
“Agreed. Every time I’m forced to take the life of a student changed by those vile creatures, it reminds me why this Academy is so cut-throat. And why we spend hours upon hours training. If you can’t make it within these walls, out there will devour you.” Alise huffs. The softness of her voice is a clear contrast from the aura shepresses against me, reliving her nightmares. And I reassure her of her ideals.
“Which is why we’re trespassing into other lands. They need assistance.”
“I agree again. Besides, beauty is more than captivating an audience with ethereal beings, plus, I’ve been waiting for another mission.” She huffs. “My aura’s been full for days with no real outlet. Then again, no one here would survive a sparring session with me, so practice is a rare occurrence. I’m not trying to hurt anyone.”
Despite being a second year, she attends these sessions out of curiosity. Even the third and fourth years can’t fend off her abilities, so we’re still on a hunt to fix this problem. Though something tells me a solution is right around the corner.
Another crack of light spills inside as more students breach the entrance, and my vision presses against the corners of my eyes, searching, but she isn’t a part of this group. Using my natural order, I lean into my hearing. Enticing it further into the distance, I catch a melody of laughter, which quiets the rage building within my core.She’s coming.
“I’ll attain a mission for you soon, but until then, continue your control. Though no fault of your own, we can’t afford another accident. I’m aware you’ve been holding this burden closely,” I confide, tilting my head in Alise’s direction.
Being an elf with a descended bloodline makes her an enigma. Add on her natural order and she is destined for Godhood. Her one flaw is being timid and unsure.
“Understood,” she says, standing and joining the others.
Around the room, babble is whispered about theBook of Bondsand its apparent arrival day, which piques my interest. Everyone is beside themselves, hunting and planning for their eternals, preparing for whatever bond magic is gained after signing.
It’s a reminder of my first year when hope took on more than fate was willing to give. Pitiful. With each passing year, the chance of aneternal dwindles in my search, and it won’t be long until year three approaches.
Giggles announce Angie and Ryan’s entrance with Kyra and Horus not far behind. Angie grasps Ryan’s arm, holding it up and twisting it back and forth, examining for something whilst ignoring his somewhat painful expression.
“Stop acting like a fayling. If I can’t figure out how to remove this sigil, you’ll have something more to cry about than me tugging on you,” she blares.
His arm rotates, displaying a sparkling gold symbol, which Ethan must have placed for an undeserving reason. Past the two of them, Kyra is locked in conversation with Horus. Their laughter continues to linger, and my breath freezes into a mass of solid ice.
Rays of sun dance atop her skin, sparking and radiating a warm tone, but my gaze shifts to her hair. I retrieve my phone, snapping a photo in search of its meaning.Passion twists?Braided at the base, it tangles into a neat thread of thick hair, forming a bun with strands falling upon her shoulders. A style of mortals but in this moment, her beauty rivals Aphrodite’s with the fierceness of Nyx, two Goddesses revered amongst our kind.
Her hair bounces with each step while the blades of her skirt rise and fall to match. My full attention is on her skirt, but her stockings birth a rumble around my throat with how they squeeze against her thighs, showing divots of muscle beneath.
Our sessions make it clear she has been working hard, and I squeeze my palms together, pressing my elbows into the hardened muscles of my thighs to relieve this consuming force.
“I’m telling you, if I lose one more time to Tish, things will go from bad to worse. She managed to land a few hits on me today, and Marcel’s already talking about training me, assuming I won’t last much longer. Between this class, Angie’s one on one, and Alex’s after school specials, my entire life will become one big battle.” Kyra’s face morphs into a solemn look.
A buzz against my wrist signals it’s twelve even, the start of training,and everyone’s chatter becomes a clamor of annoyance against my eardrums. Tuning them out is easy enough, but not while I’m engaged in Kyra’s thrumming pulse. A compelling sonance that reduces my fluttering chest to a more calming state, rendering me useless.
My chin remains perched on my fists when she notices me. Her strides carry her closer towards the center, joining those in attendance as the hold of my gaze blurs out everyone else. She exhales, and I catch her rising pulse. The deep blacks of her pupils widen, spilling over into the golden-brown tones surrounding them with red painting her cheeks.
I’m not sure what causes her to misstep, but Kyra’s balance falters, leaving Horus to grab hold. A clumsy mishap of nerves, though cute, this often happens. I’m still looking into why.
