For the first time since the new intakes had been in Golden Lake University, rain fell.
It was on a Friday and most of the semester had gone. Things had gone back to normal or at least, almost had.
Sarah returned back to her park after being told all what happened by Harold. She promised not to tell anyone anything but deep down, Harold knew it was only a matter of weeks - a month or two, if lucky - before she told someone all she had been told. All the same, they did tell her everything. She deserved to know the truth.
Derek, too, was back to his old self: lively, goofy and weird and with him was the love of his life, Penelope, who acted like the perfect housewife who without doubt, she was going to be. She seemed content that way.
Although Wilkes never and probably never will admit it, the couple - Derek and Penelope - made him jealous. One of the reasons he had been excited to resume in Golden
It was the end of a session and although Harold and Wilkes especially had been to a rough start, things got a lot better after the contest and as they stood in their room, getting ready to go home for the holiday, for the first time since they had gotten to the school, they felt and behaved like other students.“Who is coming to take you home?” Harold asked Wilkes as he eyes lazily landed on the messy heap of cloth that were in his bag. There was no way he was going to take his time rearranging them. No, that was too much stress.“I'm not very sure,” Wilkes answered as his eyes scanned the room for any of his belongings he might have missed. The room was pretty empty compared to how it had been two hours ago. Even the bulb that shone a dark light had been taken from its socket. “I mean, it is either my aunt or her husband; my uncle, or them both.” He sighed as he looked back at his huge travelling bag that was on his bed. “I don't think it mat
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“...And that is why this school isn't like any other in the world—and consists of the ternary faunas—Werewolves, vampires and witches or wizards.”Professor Travis—a bald lecturer with an austere face and an awfully long black tie that swung left and right with every move he made said into a microphone—which hung out of a lectern and was slanted slightly upwards towards him like a snake staring at a prey up above. The lectern–or pulpit, stood in the middle of the very well established podium which had an aura that made the newly admitted students of Golden Lake University silent.Other than the atmosphere charged with sobriety due to the systematic arrangement of things, there had been rumours among the ‘Freshers’ that anyone caught making rows and causing rackets—no matter how trivial, will be sent back to his clan, or pack, or coven.Even if the students
Harold Girard walked hastily over clumps of brown, arid grasses, mumering prayers–that sounded like an anaconda's whispers just before it pounced on a small mouse, through his whithered lips that had a tawny shade, and dehydrated throat.He slouched his black, leather bag that had a long strap meant to go round his body–from his shoulder to his waist, over his head–with a gasp, down on a small tuft of shrunken weeds and in return, couple of tender clicks sourced upwards as the big bag touched the grounds and the weakened stems of plants snapped into (a lot of) pieces.He wiped his sweaty forehead with with the back of his palm. It was mid summer already but still, it seemed like the sun was still enraged that it had disappeared during the winter and yet, people managed to survive without it. So now, it was back to glow, and bloom, and burn them, too.His bro
Golden Lake University whose mere existence arrested the attention of werewolf packs, vampire clans, and witch—and wizard covens, was highly sought after like a kid in a fervent quest for pack of delectable candies or a band of ravenous dogs for a fleshy chunk of meat.After the war ended, werewolves; in their packs, witches; in their covens, and vampires; in their clans, through preconceived thoughts and competitive zeals felt that having the highest number of students that made up Golden Lake University, automatically made them superior to the others—at least, till when the population numeration was overthrown. And although no one said it—like a secret rule which no one spoke about but everyone knew of, there was a feud—that'd brewed over the centuries, which was beginning to unfurl to every part of the school like few drops of a Black Poison dropped into an untarnished, spotless body of water.That was when the idea of the dormitories in the stud
It seemed like all the doors in Golden Lake University—no matter what they kept away or welcomed the students into, were either chestnut-coloured and tawny—a shade affiliated to brown, or had a strikingly and almost indistinguishable hue resembling sallow orange. Harold had noticed that.He stood, facing the lecturer's door which was sealed shut—or appeared so. The reddish-brown door—obviously of excellent quality, was tall, too; lanky and sturdy, like a mammoth preventing Harold from access to the other side.Harold's neck revolved left and right, and his eyeballs shifted in their chambers as he watched the now-familiar hallway for any shadows and whispers; signs of the presence of people—students. There were no reasons in particular but he felt like being imperceptible and out of sight of anyone, like a pilferer.He ousted his hands from the searing heat of his pockets and tapped the stalwart door a few times—in quick
Harold Girard's right foot collided against a large stone in the shadowy blackness of the cavern and he went sprawling on the ground as excruciating agony stung and bit and crunched on his toes intensely like a stray dog was gnawing at them.He sat alone, in the mysteriously dark cave, nursing his toes which he knew must be bleeding hard through his sneakers. His nose twitched uneasily at the unusual whiff of the cave that seemed to have been heightened considerably over the minutes. It was as though the pong was overhanging from the high walls like ghosts floating around.What was the university holding back from the thousands of undergraduates that was so important it had to be stashed far away underground in a cave?Harold Girard couldn't push the hundreds of thoughts that flooded his subconscious per nanosecond out of his head as he sat on the earth, so he stood up to continue his journey.A ne