Page 62 of Rebirth Of Order
“What’s that?” Ethan asks, standing for better observation.
“It’s for you.” She stretches her hand out, and Ethan retrieves the item with caution and holds it between two clasped fingers. A silver ball dangles from a leather neck strap, and Kyra’s smile widens.
“A bell? Why?” His features turn into a more perplexed response.
“So I’ll know when you randomly pop in my room,” she says,holding his gaze and abandoning her devilish smirk. I slap a hand over my mouth, withholding a laugh that fights for release.
“I’m not wearing this,” Ethan growls.
“Good. Stay the hell out of my room and away from me.” Folding her arms, she stands her ground. She is brave, and I love her for it, but we need to work on her not stroking the bear.
“The two of you can discuss that later. My dear Kyra, how did this come to be?” Rebecca asks, viewing Kyra in an intriguing manner. She discusses a more in-depth version, and our Assistant Dean becomes delighted. Beautiful, white teeth glisten behind the tint of her bright red lipstick. “We still haven’t discovered the reason for the flames going out, but this does prove you have magical properties.” Elegantly, she steps away from her desk and takes Kyra’s hands.
“What type of magic do I have?”
“From the looks of it, creation. An order long since forgotten…until now.”
Ethan addresses her in haste, clenching his jaw, “Are you sure?” I’m not missing the fact that he still holds her creation. I snicker.
“From what I’ve seen and heard, it’s indeed probable. However, we must let her magic manifest to its full extent. She can start classes in a few days.” Still holding Kyra’s hand, she continues, “I’ll text over your schedule.” Her shoulders ease. Whatever troubled Rebecca appears to no longer matter, and I’m banking that it had something to do with a mortal being here.
“You're staying, Kyra!” I yell, tossing my arms high and rushing towards her. Our happy dance commences as the two of us embrace, and I can feel the patters of her heart beating against my chest.
“What order do I belong to?” She breaks away and redirects to Rebecca.
“Good question. We don’t have a lot of information on creation magic, but I’ll go over what little we do have. Until then, I’ll place you within House Death. House Fire will be receiving a student in two weeks, transferring from another Academy.”
Her office becomes blindingly bright with gold. It doesn’t require me turning to know it’s Ethan’s sigil magic, and it vanishes just as fast as it came. Things are getting interesting now that Kyra is staying, and only the Gods can prepare her for what is to come.
She pockets the knife with pride exuberating around her smile. House Death is a wonderful order, and I for one can’t wait for her classes to start. Rebirth has no idea what is about to hit them.
“Oh, and Kyra,” Rebecca calls out, “I’d like to officially welcome you to Rebirth Academy.”
Chapter 15
No turning back
KYRA
A profound battlebetween fireflies and butterflies commences within the softest part of my stomach as I traverse the halls of Rebirth. Twenty-foot wide halls, may I add, and my palms sweat from the angst consuming my preserved confidence. This Academy is massive, and the halls are filled to the brim with at least four hundred students, all leering as I strut past.
Rebirth is designed in a square with each corner representing a specific House. The hallways extend from its corners, left and right, staining the walls with saturated hues of their respective colors. This side of the Academy contains both Red and Green Wings, separated by a spacious gap. A door leading outside requires me to traverse a small field before reentering the Academy.
My initial starting day was prolonged by Rebecca for an extra two days. The Elders congregated, wanting to witness my magic for themselves and deliberate if me staying was viable. Thanks to Alex, I’m now strutting down the Red Wing’s Hall, hearing “mortal fay” from envious onlookers. Somehow, that doesn’t bother me. I’ve heard worse.
Meeting with the Elders took half a day, if not less, so the remaining time was spent moving into my new dorm with Angie’s help. I offered to do it myself, not having much to move and refusing to become a bigger burden, but noted her serious tone and dreaded gaze as she stated, “You’ll die trying to walk in there alone.” Not sure if she was serious or overreacting, I felt it best not to find out.
Comparing my initial dorm with House Death is like moving from a two-story house into a five-star, international hotel. Not that I’ve lived in either. The place is gargantuan. Mountainous walls seem to scratch the clouds’ underbelly, encased by an eerie, dense fog and a feeling of being watched.
I’d say it resembles an old gothic church, a dark basilicas if you will, painted in all black. A religious nightmare and a serial killer’s dream.
Needless to say, the walk here makes me tense, jittering from cold breath lingering over my shoulder and leaves crackling that don’t match my steps.
“Mortal fay slut,” a senseless voice creeps into my ear. The exaggeration and mispronunciation of ‘slut’ hints at who delivered such flowery words.Gina.Her lisp is still in effect from an unfortunate accident. I smirk without giving her a second thought.
Approaching my first class of today and containing a smile I’m unwilling to yield, I check my phone for reassurance that this is indeed the correct class. Some would argue I’m nervous, others may say compulsive, but I call it being sure.Who am I kidding, I’m nervous as hell.
I’ve already missed a week of class, knowing that means catching up may deplete what little time I have after the day’s end. Though oddly enough, it feels like I’ve been awake longer than what my phone shows.
