There she stood staring up at the large pillars, vaulted roof, brick, mortar, and stained glass windows; everything exactly as it had been, only now it was over flowing with the sound of people shouting, laughter echoing, slamming doors, and screeching chalk on chalk boards. Disorienting her, she'd never imagined coming back to see her home used as a university. This had to be some cruel joke the gods decided to play on her while she'd hidden herself away like the coward she was.
"Look out!" A deep voice called behind her, but it was too late. The young man had come crashing down rather harshly right at her feet. Looking down at the strange haired young man, she was taken away by his beauty. He was a slender man, his tanned skin glowing in the morning sun contrasting drastically with his blonde almost white hair. His black jeans hugging his legs and showing everything off, he wore an oversized white button up shirt with thin black stripes running vertically, a red and black blazer hanging off his shoulders. He looked up at her with wide crystal blue eyes, his thick lashes leaving dramatic shadows cast along his prominent cheekbones, his thick rose pink lips pulling up into a smirk as he looked into her eyes. Pushing himself into a sitting position he lazily rolled his head back to look at her better; his sharp jaw on display, along with the unblemished skin no mortal could ever posses. "Hello, I'm Kim Taehyung." He said, that same deep voice called to her, sending a pleasant shiver to run down her spine. Slowly standing to his full height he then bowed to her. She couldn't help but wonder just how his voice could possibly be that deep, it didn't match the smirk nor did it match his thin frame.
Returning the gesture she stood, analyzing the young man, taking in his features, feeling that same pinch of familiarity and longing she'd felt when looking at the castle a few minutes ago. There was something about this strange man that made her feel safe. Comfort radiated from his thin frame. Cocking his head to the side, allowing his thick blonde locks to fall into his eyes. His smirk fading turning into an excited smile. A glint in his crystal blue eyes making his whole face take on a childlike expression. He was truly beautiful.
"You're her!" He exclaimed, rather loudly, drawing the attention of a few students passing by, only to shake their heads and continue on their way once realizing who it was. He quickly grabbed her wrist and pulled her up the stairs leading to the large cherry wood doors that were left open to allow students access. He was silent the whole way, not that she minded it had been a few years since she'd spoken with anyone other than her loyal servants. However, his large warm hand wrapped around her delicate wrist made her feel at home, like this was a regular occurrence for them. Giving her a strange feeling, she didn't know this man and yet she was allowing him to not only touch her, but drag her into the castle she had sworn to never come near again.
Leading her up a second set of stairs to see the entryway of the castle. It had been modernized, tables scattered throughout, with chandeliers holding florescent lights instead of candles, the burgundy curtains left open to let in the light from the beautiful spring day outside, clear glass windows showing off the woods surrounding them. Her heart clenched painfully at the sight of her safe space now turned into something so easily accessible. People were milling around the corridors holding books or wearing backpacks. There were quite a few people leaning against the walls talking to each other, adding to the chaos surrounding her. Her eyes seemed to gravitate towards the grand staircase that used to be carpeted, now they were covered in a horrible looking tile, more than likely it was easier to clean, the west wing held more chatter, where as to the east she didn't see many people, assuming that's were most of the teachers offices were.
Memories of chasing her nephew through those hallways, hearing her brother shouting at her for riling up his child again. Her father walking with her to bed as she talked to him about her fears of the future and giving her the best advice. Seeing her mother's smiling face as she walked out of the library with a large tome under her arm. Seeing him walk out of his room, his loose shirt hanging from his broad shoulders, the thin wool pants he wore hanging off his hips precariously, running a hand through his thick chocolate brown locks as the candles flickered above him; making her heart flutter as he smiled at her in that way he only did for her. Hearing that angelic voice drift up through the corridors from the music room as her friend played the piano expertly. Watching her brothers race through the halls shouting and laughing as they played. Hearing her mother's laugh tinkling through to her room as she sat in front of her mirror getting ready for bed. Guilt and heartache found her again, threatening to drown her as she walked the familiar halls. The man holding her wrist stopped suddenly causing her to gently run into his back. He let out an amused chuckle before pointing up to the large portrait of a woman stood tall at the top of her once grand staircase.
The woman stood tall and strong, her once beautiful face twisted into an expression of rage, distorting her caring nature. She stood barefoot on the jagged rocks, wind blowing around her with waves crashing dramatically behind her, the dark blues and golds bringing out the glowing celadon green of her eyes, her dark complexion accented by the colors surrounding her. She wore a dress of pure silk, clinging to her curves, the top was a mixture of dark greens, blues, and deep reds; the ruffled dark blue skirt blowing around her thin legs showing a small amount of her thin brown legs. A knife held above her head, glinting in the light to show just how sharp it really was. Her black hair billowing around her, adding to the effect. She looked like an angel sent from heaven to avenge the injustices done to her people. She was magnificently beautiful and yet something to be feared.
Without saying a word she felt herself step closer to the portrait, her delicate fingers reaching out for the painting. Her eyes flashing silver as memories of her past threatened to overtake her. The lights around her flickering dangerously as the wind outside began to pick up, thunder crackling overhead. Memories of that fateful day playing out in her mind, the screams of her people, the smell of burning wood and blood hanging in the air, her powers were uncontrollable as she watched her family die before her and she was powerless to stop it-
"Shut the damn doors!" A voice bellowed from her right, drawing her out of the past and back into the mess she was making. As suddenly as the storm started it finished, leaving students running around trying to pick up the things scattered throughout the entrance hall. Turning her head slightly she saw a man she'd hoped died all those years ago.