Hello and welcome! I'll try to explain exposition throughout the story. It will take a bit to get into the meat of the story, but I have big plans
Being the son of a villain doesn't really allow for a normal childhood.
When I was six my dad crashed into my room, utterly destroying my wall and almost me. He was followed by dozens of police and thus destroyed my other wall. It was a cold winter that year.
His arch nemesis was The Dragon, a shapeshifter in tights. I found his style interesting, despite my father. He used partial shifting in small spaces, like a foot or his head. It was a good tactic for minimal destruction, while gruesomely terrifying.
Boy it would be great to fight alongside The Dragon, but that will never happen. Cause I'm going to be a villain, whether I want it or not.
I was sitting in the back of a car, bag in my lap. The car drove up a long twisty path, past a sign that just said "Academy"
It was called Vald's Academy for Evil, though of course they couldn't call it that, they'd get shut down.
But it was an Academy for villains, my father had gone here, I would go here.
At the door there was a girl with a clipboard. She wore the uniform of the academy, a black vest with a little shield and a black skirt.
I got out, bringing my bag with me.
It was then that I noticed her long hair, it was flowing and golden yellow, wrapped up in a braid that reached her ankles.
She looked down at the clipboard and up at me. "Hiccup Horrendous Haddock….the third?"
"Uh, yeah." I didn't want to say that was actually my name. But it was.
She scoffed, trying not to make fun of the name. "It says here that your dad wants you to take Combat Training, but…"
She obviously saw his scrawny arms and decided that was a bad idea. She crossed out something on the clipboard
For once my scrawniness saved me, or so I thought.
"But don't worry." She said. "Combat Training 101 is a required class."
Oh man. That's not good.
"Based on your stats." The girl decided. "I can put you in the History Department, you can choose a subject to major from there."
"Come with me." she ordered.
We stepped inside .
"Your room is in this building, building A. It's room 427."
She pulled out a single key with 427, scratched into it.
As I walked up to my room I saw another girl on the other side of the building.
She dressed very differently to the first girl I had met here, her hair was up in a bun, also shimmering in the yellow light. It looked like snow, like it was made of little, microscopic particles that tended to shimmer under direct light. As well, she wore flats, not heels, and a longer skirt.
I found her staring right back at me with an antagonising look.
I tried to at the speed of light unlock the door and disappear into my shame but in my rush I dropped the keys! By the time I got the keys into the knob correctly, the girl was gone.
Bridges burned, I growled.
When I finally managed to open the door I found the place inside was a mess.
Slouching over, I sighed and threw my bag onto the couch.
What a start.