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Just this crazy story idea I had in mind :) Enjoy this!
...My new beginning, our new beginning. Life recreated, reformed. A second chance, a second time. Maybe this round, we'll be for the better.
~The Prophecy~
In the years uncounted for, he strived to learn of what would become, what the world would become to. He only desired to know, curious of the facts, the future. He knew, that in years to come, there was no promise for hope and peace, no guarantee of love and happiness. He, being the cat, was curious. The cat, having nine lives, was careless. Curiosity, being a dangerous matter, had it's risks. Whoever, gutsy, brave enough, tried to conquer the unknown, was not promised with a bright looking fate. The problem being, not treading carefully in the deep end, or perhaps not treading at all. Bravery was awarded. Conceited foolishness was simply banished. This leads to the prophecy. The prophecy of such that holds power, even a mere child is capable of, and yet the effect on the world, is indescribable.
Once spoken:
'Perfection shall rise
Perfection shall fall
Fall to the depths
Depths of unknown
Unknown being easy
Easy, to be known.
Perfection shall try
Perfection shall fail
Fail to conquer
Conquer those weaker
Weaker being better
Better, in just a sense.
Call themselves human
Call themselves selfish'
~Stella Morph~
Talou Ester was never the same again.
"Call themselves stupid, for even thinking that," Stella rolled her eyes at Mr Meres, who turned to her with dagger like eyes, glaring with pure annoyance.
"We take this a very serious matter Miss Morph," he spat, hearing her words with his extra ordinary hearing as he slammed his stick against the chalkboard, causing a nail like scratch along the board. Stella ignored the twist the sound seem to turn her head into while the rest of the class groaned in pain, covering their ears. Mr Meres, being superior and all, simply kept his eyes on her only. "This is why you are all here today. We must stop the prophecy."
"Then why don't you kill us all?!" she exclaimed, jumping out her seat, infuriated by his careless words. "We're no use to you anyways!"
"Stella Morph!" he bellowed, and she flinched at the sound of his tone, but she didn't back down. "Try to cooperate, please," he said more calmly, through gritted teeth. He may be perfect, but perfects aren't actually perfect on the inside. "I'm sure you know why you're here. We tread carefully."
Stella felt the eyes of 37 other students glaring at his answer. Ryan beside her, clenched the table side so tightly, it was sure to leave a mark. She knew what everyone else was thinking.
"What are we? Just experiments?" Zane from the front retorted. "You guys are such idiots! I'd kill us the moment I heard physically challenged. We're a threat. So kill!"
"Mr Regmis," Mr Meres said in a deadly tone, and we all knew that tone.
Zane immediately shut up and Mr Meres turned back to the board. The rest of the class breathed in a silent sigh of relief and Stella dropped back in my seat in disappointment. She hoped to get more out of him this time. Last time, he spilt the truth about the prophecy. He called them human, and they all, for some strange reason, knew to believe him. He couldn't escape, even being perfect and all, so he gave up, and told them the real reason their parents sent them here.
The school didn't tell them, after the decades of years the school has been going on for. If it wasn't because for Stella, everyone would've thought they were normal, but in reality, they were far from it. They were disabled. Physically challenged. Weaklings. Humans. Not quite, but close enough for the whole entire world to fear them.
Humans was the worst insult any vampire could ever get. Worst.
But seriously, what was there to fear? Humans, in their dictionary. Weaklings, check prophecy. Weaklings? Weak. They could be killed so simply, due to their lack of speed, strength, or stamina, depending on which ones were lost, or if all were lost, like Stella. They were all helpless. Careless. They got cuts from thin sheets of flappy white paper! Or at least, some of them did.
They were pathetic, for being so scared. Stella wanted to shake them and tell them to wake up. Stop being such wussies. Not even her, a physically challenged, would be scared of that sad excuse of a prophecy.