"And with that said, the mysterious and elusive Chameleon Grimm was hunted to extinction; you will not find any in the world today. There are stuffed and preserved replicas in only the best museums." Droned a voice.
A large porky teacher stood in a lecture hall, bellowing out his countless adventures and escapades to a class of half- asleep or uninterested students. Save one student, who sat in the back, but was nonetheless enthralled by his tales.
Her name was Notte Wolfe, A shy little faunas who kept to herself. Her little wolf ears poking out of her black-grey streaked hair stood straight up, listening to every word the professor spoke. While all the other students couldn't care less what he was saying, Notte was plucking the gems of knowledge out of the rabble of his boisterous lecturing. She liked the teacher, and even though she did, she still felt his lectures were irrelevant, but nonetheless she listened.
"Now, we shall move on to the next topic; insectoid grimm. We all know of the Deathstalkers, probably the most famous of all the insectoid Grimm, but by no means the most dangerous. There was a time in my youth I had to take on a nest of Deathstalkers…" and he droned on about his previous adventures. Most of his stories seemed preposterous, but obviously there was embellishment at hand, but for the most part, the professor had credibility on most of his tales.
Notte was writing down a note about Mantitanis, the mantis Grimm, when suddenly something made her drop her pen. She made a slight gurgling sound and hunched over in her seat. After a second it went away, and no one had seemed to have noticed. She picked up her pen and began writing again. Then she stopped, what she had written on her paper made no sense… it wasn't even words!
The feeling came back, and she yelped out loud. The professor stopped and looked at her, an eyebrow raised. "Miss Wolfe, is something bothering you?" he asked inquisitively.
"umm… yes sir. I feel like-"and she hunched over again, the pain bringing a tear to her eye. "I think I may be getting sick, sir." She finished, and then yelped again. The students around her jumped up, not wanting to get sick on them, and led her out of the row. She ran for the door, and dashed down the hall, where she collapsed, a burning feeling in her chest. Or was it on?
She ripped open her shirt, not caring if anyone saw, and immediately a bright light burst forth, and the heat increased. She yelled out loud, the sheer pain almost unbearable.
The ring on her necklace was on fire! But not like a natural fire, it was confined to the ring itself. It was also levitating inches from her chest, a strange aura surrounded it. A whooshing sound arose, getting louder and louder as the heat grew and grew.
Notte stood back up, staggering down the hall, clutching the ring even though it burned her. She couldn't take it off, the chain was strong, and she couldn't lift it over her head.
Notte burst out of a doorway, the sunlight hitting her. Suddenly the heat stopped, she made a run for a nearby fountain, hoping for some cooling relief. About halfway there, she was stopped dead in her tracks. A flame shot out from the ring, throwing her backwards into a bench, where she sat dazed for a second. As her eyes focused, she saw the figure of a bird… but it was made of fire! The fire-bird was being made by the flames, rising into the air and growing.
Nottes jaw dropped as the bird turned around, and she could see what it was- a Phoenix! A real phoenix was being created in front of her, and all she could do was flap her jaw in meaningless sound. The fire stopped bursting from her chest, and the ring flopped back down on her chest, unchanged even with the heat, the little gold ring was as cool as it was the day Notte had found it.
She looked back up at the Phoenix, and it hovered in front of her, still taking shape. The center was darkening, and a body emerged, But not an avian body; a human body.
The flames retracted within the person, and features began to take hold. From within a wreath of flame, a boot came out, followed by a leg, and a torso followed that. A man with flaming hair and a dark blue trench coat stood in front of her now, steam billowing from his body.
"hello ma'am, I am so so sorry you had to go through that, usually people are given warning before the rupture." Said the man, his smooth deep voice calming her. He held out a hand, and she took it and was pulled up, her feet leaving the ground as she arose, and she flopped back into the arms of the man.
"you should cover yourself up ma'am, tis a tad shameful to have your body on display so much." He said, gesturing to her exposed chest. She let out a little yelp and buttoned her shirt back up. Stammering "I'm sorry"
"Tis okay! By the way, I haven't introduced myself, my name is Rayne Ignacious, and you are?"