Page 132 of Rebirth Of Order
BABYDOLL
You mean ‘kill it’ tonight. LOL. And no, I’m coming cute and comfy. It’s my first time and all, though I’ll miss training with you. Is that weird? I’m sort of getting used to it now. That’s my muscles thanking you.
Dare I say, it crossed my mind to cancel this night off and train? But I know there’s more to Rebirth, and you should begin experiencing it.
BABYDOLL
Look at you being all sweet. You better stop before someone thinks you’re a big softy. LMAO. Anyway, just letting you know Angie sucks, but I’m about to head over there soon.
She is tossing out ‘murder’ quite often, but this Academycan be brutal. Her adjustment is warranted, and I’m quite proud. But a softy, I am not.
Instead of responding, I stand, feeling my aura hum and pulse with magic from ingesting the dark liquid. With a flick of my wrist, a pair of onyx briefs, gray jeans, and a charcoal shirt encompass me. Our House’s symbol is on the back in a dull gray shade.
My hair is loose and pours over my shoulders, ending the monochromatic scheme of my garments, and with two sprays of cologne tingling my nose, I tighten the strings on my boots before summoning a sigil. Its color resembles the black marble of my flooring.
Melodies chime, echoing over campus, and Rebecca’s voice comes in clear.
“Another day’s end with House Earth gaining two-hundred points. Despite losing fifty of those from a ranking battle, they still lead with a total of four thousand for the week. Can anyone catch up with them in time? On a better note, Yasmine, from House Life, managed to gain two-hundred points on her own. Two ranking battles and an amazing show of abilities, puts House Life in second place. And finally, the student who contributed least, once again, goes to Kyra, from House Death. Despite her forty-point gain, it was lost not long after. Remember, this is anyone’s game. Channel your inner fay, and sail beyond the stars. For even the Gods are spectating.”
Her announcement concludes, and despite me using magic to warn off intruding voices, Kyra’s aura, her signature ruby hue, finds a way in.
“I swear to God this fucking Academy hates me. I worked too damn hard for those forty points, and like that, they’re gone. Who the fuck did I piss off now? Damn it.” A smile inches up my lips, and all I can think is, LMAO, before vanishing.
“I can’t waitto find my eternal. My aura’s been growing since signing my name in that damned book this morning. Gifted with fire hands, I set everything I touch ablaze, and I’m not of the Fire order. What in Hades am I supposed to do with this?” someone complains, strolling past me as I step from my sigil.
This place is busy beyond expectation, and walking past the line, I hear my name called a total of fourteen times by six different students.
But tonight, I don’t know them.
The far booths in the back are reserved for each House Leader. Curved lounge chairs match their respective Houses, and each have enough seating for ten fays, along with stationed bar tables for beverages.
I dissect the crowd surrounding me, noticing a few females approaching.
“Alex, I’m glad you’re here. Care to dance with us?” one asks, sharing a glance between her friends.
“Apologies, but I’ll have to decline.” Nodding, I squeeze between a wall of breasts, one of them rubbing my shoulder, forcing my eye to twitch. Her scent lingers on my shirt, and with haste, I simply flick my wrist, replacing it anew.
Clearing a sea of overstimulated fays, I have a clear view of those seated around the Haven. Kyra isn’t in attendance yet, but before my curiosity surfaces, I realize neither is Angie or Alise.
Left of the entrance has booths aligning the wall, split with a hallway leading to another portion of Haven’s Hole. To the right, two bars are surrounded by more booths and tables but separated by another corridor, directing to karaoke. Upstairs, above the Leader’s booths, are the private sections where one can enjoy being alone without interruption.
A location I visit frequently while here.
My steps continue to the booth designated for House Death, and it doesn’t take long for a few acquaintances to join. Reese and Clayargue as they approach whilst holding drinks and going on about a topic I have little care to take part in.
“The chick by the bar was hitting on me, not you, asshole,” Clay snarls.
“Then why’d she give me her number?” Reese responds smugly, delivered with a grin. My ears are trained to the bar, listening with a disappointed head shake.
“Not to appear benevolent by any means, but she gave you both her number, along with the group sitting near her bar. You two are not as special as you believe. Now, can you quit squabbling?” I summon a drink of my own from the menu.
“Whatever, Alex. This coming from a guy without any intimate relationships. And no, reading about them with Elder Kraven does not count.” They both laugh, finding me as their target to be more fulfilling.
Reese attempts a horrible rendition, morphing his features to appear older. “Dear Alex, my boy, spread these pages open and let me have a good look between them.” His mimicry, though on point, is tasteless, and their laughter continues.
“I’m not the one always bringing up Elder Kraven. Is there something you need to tell us, Reese? Have you become a victim of his ungodly teachings? Did this happen earlier?” I ask, and Clay spits out his drink.
“Fuck you, Alex.”
