The First Day

The ship sways slightly as if trying to catch the passengers off guard, even with the unexpected motion I keep my balance flexing my knees and moving with the motion instead of fighting it and stumbling like some of the students. I look out the huge window and watch as the deep blue ocean speeds by underneath the large ship, the surface of the water is broken everywhere and it's nothing like what I had been told by everyone at home who had said what the open sea was like. They had all told me that it was like looking at glass with the occasional wave breaking softly on the shore, instead I have found an ugly white capped expanse of undrinkable water that seems to serve little purpose.

I look around the passenger bay once again, evaluating the other students on their way to Beacon, I notice a girl staying well away from the glass and close to a garbage can. Her face is green, and her eyes are unseen as she looks into the depths of the garbage. Her hair is done in two low ponytails down the sides of her head. She wears a schoolgirl-like outfit complete with the small skirt, long black socks, and a light blue button-up shirt. I shake my head and walk to the edge of the glass watching the water dramatically become land as we finally reach the end of this fricking ocean.

The blues become green and I find myself releasing stress that I had no idea I was holding, as my body relaxes I go sit in an open seat towards the back of the bay putting my earbuds in and playing my music as loud as I can without everyone else hearing it.

I look at Jade's sleeping form he seems so peaceful and nothing like the cold unfeeling man he's forced himself to become, it reminds me of the days when he didn't have a care in the world. I remember watching as he, Crimson, and Klein ran around the neighborhood living out their imaginations while I sat and watched, too shy to ask if I could play with them.

Jade's eyes flash open in an instant looking wildly for the person staring at him, I look away and ruefully smile to myself knowing he'll never know it was me and he'll never remember me if he does. A tear drops down my cheek but I quickly quench the flow telling myself that after I put my plan into action Jade will remember me and he'll feel the world around him again. Like he did when we were younger.

I look to the window and gasp as I watch a beautiful world unfold from the crest of a hill, the trees are so vividly green that it almost reminds me of home but the color is slightly off. Instead of the dark green of Misty Dell I find a brighter more welcoming Emerald green, then it hits me this is the Emerald Forest which means that Beacon should be just up ahead. Before the rest of the students from my region can crowd around the portal I take a front row seat looking through the glass at the brilliant majesty that is Beacon Academy.

Asrial stands looking unfocused at a wall thinking about his life before coming to Beacon, his once playful and whole life. He vividly remembers the fateful day where he lost his childlike bliss, when he and his friend were maimed. He thought he was going to die that day and he knew that he didn't want to, he wanted to live on. He wanted to see what the world was like, but most of all he wanted revenge. He wanted revenge on the people that so brutally tortured him and carelessly tossed his and Bella's lives away. He looks up and sees Beacon tower rise up before him, he blinks and readies himself for an onslaught of people, he thinks to himself, at least I don't have to talk to them.

After making it inside the building Asrial notices a boy standing in a corner with his eyes closed and a hard yet peaceful expression on his face, he has dirty blonde hair and pasty skin akin to Asrial's own. As he makes his way to the centre of the crowd, jostling a few people on his way. He hears someone tap a microphone sending a painful screech through his hearing system. He looks toward the source of the noise and notices an older man standing next to the mic with a younger woman with blonde hair standing slightly behind him.

Unlike almost everyone else, I don't pay much attention because I've already heard the whole spiel from my father, he was a crazy Beacon fan before he died, and taught me everything he remembered about classes and the like. His favorite thing to talk about was his team, which was comprised of him, my mother, uncle Daeron and aunt Ivrin and everything thing they did especially the stories of them sneaking out to go have fun. He warned me to not sneak out too often because Glynda might take notice and punish us, that and the fact that my grades will most likely drop. Just remembering his stories rips a hole in my heart and I wonder if the poets really knew what up they were talking about when they wrote those depressing poems on heartache. I shake myself and stomp down the hurt until I can no longer feel it, satisfied I walk with the rest of the students to the communal dorm room and leave the moment behind, doing my best to be inconspicuous in the crowd.

Once more unto the breach.

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