I don't say anything out loud, because Hala and Syl are looking through the other grates, but I do wave them over. They tip-toe quietly to where I am, and see Machiv. They must know that we've found a strong ally, because they both nod and grin slightly. Hala approaches the grate we can see Machiv in, and quietly, Hala begins to whisper up to him. "Machiv, it's Hala," she says quietly, and quickly adds on, "you don't have to answer." Machiv seems to be leaning against the wall the grate sits next to, and a moment ago was quietly sitting. After Hala talks, he perks up slightly, but understands he needs to remain strictly inconspicuous, and doesn't say anything. I also realize that on the other side of the grate, is Hila. So Hila and Machiv sit with the grate between the two of them. Both of them are very good friends to see, and I find myself grinning more. "I'm with Revel and Syl," continues Hala, whispering up to Machiv and Hila, "we're in the grate between the two of you,
I could really do that better, thinking back now. I talked with the person letting people in, and maybe I could smile more and also just try to show more confidence in what I did. I mean, it's not that I lack it. I've got plenty of pride and I could paint myself like a field of violets with no leaves. Blooms only. Laughing at the thought in my head, I walk around the stone halls with other new students, looking between the building, the paper map in one hand, and the other paper I have denoting my class and teacher that runs that class. I can also see my name printed out, and reading it has me calming myself through some self-absorbed mantra. Revel Ester It's not what most people have as a name, and sometimes when I need to feel better with myself I try to revel as my name indicates. It's true that I can be fun, but mostly I'm a quiet guy who you barely notice most of the time. Not that I mind. Being as shy as wild animals, I'm not one to be found in large groups. It's not any
"Oh, shoot!" says Mr. Reap from the front, "We've gotta go to the assembly. Everyone, we're going to the the main hall. It's on your maps." The twenty-whatever teens in the class get up and grab their bags while filing out to go to this assembly in question. Thinking back now it might be thirty, as Mr. Reap said, but I don't have the best memory. I keep close to both Hala and the twins. I didn't realize it, but I thought Hala was petite, but she's actually a pretty tall girl. She easily could put her arm on my shoulder and lean. I'm two inches shorter than her, while the twins are about the same height as Hala. What I do notice though is that Sylvester has shorter cut hair in the back while Lucius has his bangs styled like spikes that fall over his brow softly. I think I'm starting to figure out what's different between the two of them, but I'm having some trouble still. They both have radiant grins, tanned skin, laughter like sunshine, and worst of all, they talk the same w
Walking into the second class today, I look around to see if anybody here is somebody I recognize. I do, spotting Hala and Syl near the windows in this class. They wave to me, and I walk over to them with a smile. "Hey, Revy!" says Syl as he grins, "Happy to see ya!" "Me too," I say, "what classes did you guys have?" "Calculus," they both answer together. "I had algebra 2," I say. "Hey, math is hard, whatever name it has," says Hala. "True," I say with a nod. "Ooh! Butter!" shouts Syl a little loudly as a boy with black hair with lavender tips walks in, "C'mere!" The boy in question, Butter, glances over, grimaces slightly, but then does come over. "Hello, Sylvester," says Butter calmly, and I notice that he has black gloves on his hands. "I didn't see you for a while," says Syl with a grin, "what class are you in?" "62-B," answers Butter. "Oh, this is Machiv Butter," introduces Syl, "he's from the same town as me, and we're from the same school too." "Hell
"What club are you interested in in?" asks Lu to me as we stand in front of a billboard with posters advertising clubs for everyone to join. "I'm not sure," I say, "I used to play tennis, though I'm not sure I want to continue." Well, tennis might be a half-lie. It was more of racquetball. Back at the orphanage nobody ever was around that much, so I just hit a ball against a wall to practice, and then came in second for my district. I one time did a little match in the general district, and I did get second place. I never figured out where the silver medal I got went, but I still remember that I did get that place. It might not be much, but I'm exceptionally proud of that achievement in my life until now. "I'm thinking basketball," says Lu, "Syl and I have been doing it since grade school, and together we usually have great teamwork." "Aside from when you two fight?" asks Tula with a grin. "Yeah, aside from then," answers Lu. "I mean, you're the one who starts them,"
Outside, there's rain coming down and it creates a grey sky, but leaves the trees and foliage below to remain green and healthy. The building of CCMS is a little grey by nature, a light grey, but today it's very dark. Glancing outside has me wonder if the rain will stop today, since it's been continuous for a few days now. Being in the second week since my new school life started, I've gotten mostly settled in here. Going around with my usual group, Hala, Syl, Lu, Thames, Morgan, Tula, Machiv, and Keito, quite a number of friends I surprisingly have, it's a fun environment that I have, since it works together with all that I'm learning. It's right now during history, and even though I'm adequately interested in it, my thoughts do spiral around to wonder about that day. I tried looking through the library on Sunday, since Saturday I went out with everyone to town for the first time and enjoyed the day there, for anything about the the pool and magic related to it. I'm not overtly
Looking through the textbook while class is still happening, I try to find anything about pools of magic water. But nothing really sticks. There's nothing in here, and I guess for now that mystery is going to have to settle itself. Though, for now, I'm still looking and not finding anything. The rest of the class continues to listen as good to Mrs. Loop continues the lecture on in the background. Not that she's background noise since I'd never demote her to that, since she really is a phenomenal teacher and is really good at helping us learn without being condescending or depreciative. "So, innate magic itself is simply imbued magic that can be active or passive. When the innate magic is active, that's when we consider it cursed, and in turn it could be something called a relic. We'll discuss relics in a later section. The secont type, the passive magic, is magic that only reacts to other things. "Now," says Mrs. Loop with a grin, "most people would call it reactive magic, but
Walking down again into the mausoleum, the dark hallway that's not at all dangerous swallows me up again as I pass through it. It's like that dark magic that Machiv was talking about. Not necessarily dangerous, just the perception of it, I suppose. I've been somewhat scared of the dark since I was young, but gradually have come to learn through my life that it's nothing dangerous about it. Dark Magic might imply that too in it's basic concept. It's not the dark itself. It's what the dark is used by, what inhabits it, that could possibly be sinister. It's not the deep shadows themselves that want that, maybe never could want it to begin with. With me is Machiv, Hala, and Lu who I managed to convince to come here. I mentioned the mausoleum after we finished classes, and having some time before our afternoon classes started, I suggested it. They first were a little apprehensive, mostly Lu saying that, I think because he didn't want to do anything dangerous. He loves fun, but danger