Hi everyone! Thank you for taking the time to read my story. It is going to be the first in a series of stories I am going to write. I hope you all enjoy them! I will post a warning at the beginning of each chapter. Thank you again =) Warning: Story contains, boyxboy, scenes of violence, character death and the ratings may be turned up at a later time.

The day was cold as rain poured down from dark, dank clouds. Each raindrop thudded loudly against the glazed window panes. Red tiled roof tops stood out against the grey back ground with the cream painted walls. the intricate labyrinth ground if concrete soon diverted the water as people walked over the forming water, it was such a beautiful sight to behold. In the centre of the grounds stood the garden planted with roses, lilies, lavender and so many more flowers which should't be able to grow at this time of the year.. but yet they still grew out defiantly in the storm.

This was the site of New York's greatest school for the best actors, singers, dancers and artists that could be offered. Many of which would more than likely be offered onto their own films, T.V programmed and more than likely would go onto Broadway. Or have museums hang their greatest works; immortalized in paint for everyone to see.

In one of the corners of school was the dormitories. Five expanding floors of twisting and turning corridors. Each of the dorm rooms were split into four sections of the four different types of subjects which the students took. It was required that one student from each type of lesson was required in a dorm; One musical arts student.

One T.V student.

One Film student.

One Music theater student

One Classical theater student

And one Art student.

The rooms were decorated accordingly. The wide living room was the width of five of the bedrooms. In this particular room were five large couches each personalized to a certain person. Recliners in leather or with a long fur comforter, no two however seemed to be allowed to be the same as another.

A tall figure shouted from the living room as he moved past the gold painted walls. Five cups of coffee on each of the chairs, set on a glass table facing a plasma television. As he walked forward towards a line of doors, each a different color; Red,Purple,Blue,Green and Black. He held his hand above dark red door, taking a quick breath as he remembered what had happened last time he had tried to sneak in. "Maybe I should just leave it..." The boy adjusted his loose shirt before he looked over to the calender at the circled date.

He had to do it. It had to be done. With great power comes great responsibility... that was his excuse. And this... this was responsibility... even if it meant he knew what was to come next. "KYLE WAKE UP NOW!" The boy banged on the door over and over. If it was up to him, he would have let someone else do it. But after all, he was used to this role by now, and deep down he had to admit that he liked it.

It reminded him of just how his father used to be with him.

A few minutes passed and still no answer.

The boy decided that for a moment he should try and call out again. Maybe if he took it from another perspective, a lot more gentler and-

"KYLE GET YOUR BUTT OUT OF BED NOW!" A voice barked loudly and without mercy.

The boy froze and tilted his head as he turned his gaze toward the last room, he had been expecting to hear from till about midday.

Oh. Just goes to show you that some people can surprise you-

The door slowly creaked open back from the room he had called to.

The boy caught his breath in his chest as a alarm clock flew out the doorway narrowly avoiding his head, before being followed by a variety of curses in a multitude of varying languages.

Then just by a range of flying alarm clocks again.

"I swear by all the gods... someone better be dead or dying." A voice barked in plain, crystal clear British accent, before Slowly a figure stepped out the doorway. The voice was tone was level and low which made it all the more sinister.

Then he saw the boy and all the sinister feeling went away.

In the doorway stood a middle height, skinny boy. His blonde hair was a mess as it fell in front of soft, warm amber eyes. The boy clutched a large kitten teddy close to his chest as he glared out from under his golden hair. He wore a loose jumper that fell down the sides of one of his shoulders, his body was lean and very deceptively smooth. He looked like a twig, starved and weak.

That's what made him so dangerous.

"Listen here, I don't care if you're the bleeding Pharaoh! I don't care if your parents owned this school!"

The boy named Kyle seemed to almost stalk forward slowly, as though he was a predator about to pin a mouse in a corner.

His eyes flared with growing anger. "If you wake me up this early in the morning I'm gonna-" Kyle stopped as his eyes widened and he caught the smell of the fresh coffee and out of the oven baked cookies.

A hand reached out from by the door of the next room and wafted a fresh steaming cup of sweet smelling, toffee coffee which filled the room. The natural scent of the coffee was so complimented by the wafts of vanilla and melted toffee that even the boy who had backed himself up slightly paused, his stomach grumbling.

But however Kyle's eyes burst back open as another object was slowly waved in front of him.

"Mine!" Kyle lunged forward with sparkling eyes and a giggle as the hand drew him back and forth. With each pounce he swatted out with his hand till the figure of a blond haired girl danced carefully out of her room and to the table and places both items down. "Dig in." she laughed, watching the way that he dug into the white chocolate chip cookie and inhaled the smell of the coffee.

She turned her gaze up slowly and smirked deeply.

She had fair skin which shined after just standing under the shower in her room. She was beautiful and with the past few years, she had really just begun to realise how much so she was.

After all, she looked like her mother.

With her deep blue eyes, and a caramel length of hair, which was sporting neon electric blue streaks today, she seemed strangely vitalised though how early in the morning it was. "See Carter dear. It's just all about knowing the right way to handle people." She grinned, stroking her hand over the mid spot on Kyle's head, running her finger in circles, making the boy purr softly as he closed his eyes and rubbed his head into the touch, enjoying the affectionate touch.

Carter however just stared at her incredulously. "Well it's just the problem that only you seem to know how to control him! To everyone else he can be a massive bitch!" He sighed exasperated but paused as Kyle narrowed his eyes and let out a sharp hiss. Only to be silenced as she went back to petting him affectionately.
"And that's why me and him are best friends." The girl grinned even deeper.
"Sadie." Carter warned quietly.

Yeah. That was his sister. Sadie. Loud mouth, sarcastic, rebellious spirit. Stubborn and incredibly strong willed, however she did have a deep heart, looking out for, (though she had her own way of showing it through teasing), her brother, her friends and her dear boyfriend...boyfriends. It was still too much of a confusing situation to talk about a lot of the time. Though yes, Sadie really did have a deep and moving heart.

That was when she wasn't spending her time pushing limits, getting into trouble, playing around with Kyle.

But this kind of lead back to him. Her older brother by two years.

This boy's name was Carter Kane.

He often prided himself on being the parent of their small group. He was the oldest out of them all as he was the eldest now. Just having celebrated his eighteenth birthday, he had sprouted up quite a bit and finally taken the small advantage of being ever so slightly taller than his baby sister.

He had inky black locks of hair which fell down just cut short on either side of his hazel warm eyes.

He was quite toned from working out all the time, spending hours trying to train and practice his magic to get out some of the stress which had become more fluent inside of him recently. After all, it was one of his very few excuses he could use to genuinely get away and escape from some tasks sometimes.

Carter was not like the others who stayed in the dormitory. He wasn't a student at all. He had spent a lot of his childhood, growing up around his father and being home tutored... home being wherever his father happened to be working at the time. But he still tried to take a interest in what the other initiates in his Nome were doing. Seeing as they spent a lot of their time now during the week here at school. He tried to come and take part to try and share the experience with them. They spent enough time learning magic with him and Sadie back at their house. So he found it fair that he came here and tried to spend some time learning what interested them here at their arts school.

He spent a lot of his time in the canvas room sketching people and landscapes.

But yeah, he had mentioned one thing. Magic.

That's right. He, his sister, Kyle and others who when they weren't having to stick around in these dormitories and were back at their home Nome.

They practised magic and various paths to their patron gods.

Egyptian gods that is.

Yes, yes, the Egyptian gods were still around... well once again they were now after they had been released once more.

But strangely enough, things had been quite quiet of late. Not much trouble. No demons coming to attack... much.

But a lot more lately more people had been coming around to the path of the gods. Like Kyle for example. The bitchy, rude, aggressive boy who only seemed to have respect for two people in the house. One was Sadie and the other was Bast. Both of which had almost seemed to have adopted him in their own kind of way.

Carter could understand why Kyle was so respectful of Sadie. Though the idea that the boy looked up to her of all people made him quite amazed (OW! SADIE! NO NEED TO HIT!), but again, it was very understandable. While Carter and Sadie had found many if not all of our other initiates in schools and gotten permission from their families for them to join the Nome.

Sadie had come across the boy on the streets of London, half beaten to death, half mad. He had been freezing to death in the winter snow, with only shreds of shorts. She had saved him from his darkest and loneliest moments. She had taken him in and nursed him back to health in the time it looked like he wouldn't have made it much longer.

But as Carter said. Kyle could be rather, if not completely and utterly bitchy.

Kyle was still one of the youngest was one of them. Still fifteen though, he was most talented in the room at what he could do in the school. His voice was bewitching and he could dance with the best of them. Like Sadie, (no surprise, since both of them were like twins), He was part of the Musical theatre programme, now though. He still barely confided a lot about his past, but from what he had told Sadie, he had been out on the street by himself since he was seven.

That was a long time to be by yourself. It gave him plenty of time to get used to it, and not a lot of time for him to be used to the almost family like life which the Nome offered.

Kyle sighed as he shed his top and threw it carelessly onto his bed before heading back into his room and closing the door. "Kyle you better not be going back to sleep!" Carter called out frowning at the doorway as he heard the sounds fading behind it.
"I'm having a shower!" He barked back through. "Do feel free to join me! I would have no arguments with you doing so. Would you mind if he joined me Sadie?"
"Oh no complaints here. But I think Zia would." The blond girl bellowed with laughter as she watched her brother's face explode in a deep and blushing scarlet.
"Ah, very true. After all, I'm not sure how she'd feel about her ex boyfriend being with a guy who looks even better than she does." Kyle's voice echoed back through. "I guess I will just have to find someone else to play with. It's not as fun when I'm playing alone."

Sadie fell to the floor, rolling on her back, crying with laughter at how red her brother's face had gone as he was glowing even brighter, though she didn't notice the angry crease growing between his eyebrows. "OH MY GODS!" She cried, holding her ribs, taking a picture of Carter's face with her mobile in her other hand. "You're right! You're not the pink wizard! You're the blushing magician!"

Carter took a moment to get his blushing under control. "W-Well hurry up!
"Kylie." Sadie grinned, retaking a seat back on a nearby stall. "That vein in Carter's forehead is poppy again." She grinned.
"You're running out of time!" Carter barked.
"Yes mommy dearest!"
"Enough of this." Carter shook his head. Adjusting his dark shirt and grabbing a nearby key.
"Aw, come on Carter! You know we don't mean anything by it. Kyle flirts with everyone like that! He's not actually interested in you!"

But he just closed the door behind him.

He was too stressed out for something like this right now.

-Break-

Carter shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he walked down the open sided corridors of the floor levels to the school. Well grown flower gardens blossomed with beautiful and glowing light. Various shades of reds, blues and other colours painted the air, while the sweet scents hungrily claimed acknowledgement. The rain battered down against each petal and wept slowly along their warmth. The odd harsh burst of breeze would send the spray of water bullets across his face.

It had been a while now since he and Zia had broken up. It had been a while since she had left him. Telling him that she couldn't be with him any more because she always lost those she loved. Then when he had assured her that he wasn't like everyone else, she had just barked at him that she didn't love him. That what they had, had been the heat of the moment. Fear about dying alone and unloved. Now three years on, she was in a loving relationship and Carter was still by himself. All his life he had only loved one girl; Zia.

Sadie had been with Walt and Anubis for over three years and everything was always sun shine and brilliance for them... well not always. But no relationship was. But at least they still had each other. They had someone who loves them...

But that's when Carter caught something out the corner of his eye and a faint sweetness to his ear. "Sing sweet nightingale. Sing Sweet nightingale. U-up above me." The sweet tune of the voice moved through the tune of raindrops. Strangely so matched and comforted to the sound. As though it was making the very storm a melody. No longer did the barrage of the storm seem lifeless and cold. But that beautiful voice seemed to calm the sound of the air around.

Carter peeked his head around the corner of the nearby wall to see an easel placed up against the open window with a vary of pencils, inks and paints all precisely placed around in neat trays. The image on the canvas was of the roses directly in front of it. The image was not perfectly captured but that's what made it so beautiful. Carter was anything but an expert on art... well anything not in ancient Egypt anyway. But he was sure that he knew beauty when he saw it.

The roses, carefully sketched onto the canvas were not printed exact from life but had the real life printed onto them. Or at least that's what Carter thought.

The roses were moved in a soft grey, the rain drops moving like tears from each of the petals but they were so honest to how the person was viewing them. The colour was painted into them as though they were large blood drops. Only those humble blood drops of colour along the petals and the black inking drip of the thorns on vines, had any outlining of identity. Such a strange and beautiful creation in a strange form.

The singing came to an abrupt stop all of a sudden as a figure burst through the doorway. "Finally I know what it needs-OW!"

Carter and the figure went crashing to the floor, though Carter managed to twist them so that his back hit the ground but the other person was wrapped safely in his arms. Both groaned for a moment as they had knocked heads. "Whoa kid. You have a real hard head you know-"

Carter froze as slowly he raised his gaze to see the boy in his arms. "Sirena?"

Carter stared at the boy who slowly sat up on his chest, still dazed. The boy's hair was a soft nest of upturned silky black spikes. The boy's skin was a soft warmed tanned colour which was nice against the cold background storm. The boy's eyes were almost like a kaleidoscope of beautiful transitioning colour. One moment they seemed to be an ocean of azure depth, the next a brilliant sky like turquoise, then a expanse of emerald green. Their colour never could be matched.

Carter always found something... not fully human about their brilliance. But that was just him being weird probably.

Sirena was wearing a long length white sleeved jumper which had it's ends wresting in his palms. Tight and skinny denim jeans were clamped around his small form. His eyes shook ever so slightly and blinked cutely to get the daze out of them.

This was Sirena. A recent joining to the academy, just not that far away from turning sixteen, he was very much the talk of a lot of the art students. The boy was very much skilled in the creation of art paintings and sketches. He always, turned them in on time and never worked with anyone else. He was never saw a lot around the place. His breaks he spent a lot of them to himself and seemed reluctant in talking to anyone.

Many rumours had gone around about him.

Some said that he was homeless and spent the majority of his time out making himself sick to stay thin. Some said that he was a prostitute and his pimp was paying for him to stay in the academy. The weirdest rumour came that whenever he wasn't staying at the academy, he lived at a summer camp. Other such rumours were that he thought himself too snobby and above everyone else to talk to anyone.

The boy barely seemed to realised that he was straddling Carter's lap as his eyes suddenly widened. "O-Oh my god! I'm so sorry! P-Please forgive me!" The boy stared sadly and Carter rose an eyebrow. "Are you okay?!"
"Yeah I'm fine. Just a little bit dazed. That's all."

But then he noticed the drip of blood across Sirena's brow but just paused as the boy reached in his pocket and pulled out a piece of tissue.

The surprise came however when he pressed it to Carter's forehead, who hadn't realised he himself was bleeding.

Again, Sirena barely seemed to realise what position both of them were in. To be honest, only a small part of Carter recognised it, the other part was now staring slightly transfixed by those eyes. The moment that Sirena had placed his hand on Carter's chest and the other, cleaning his forehead, something had paused within him under that touch.

This is the boy they make all those rumours about? Carter frowned to himself. "Hey you're cut as well."
"D-Don't worry." His voice was still soft and calming. "I can look after myself." His voice was so beautiful that Carter was still transfixed.

Well up unto the point his eyes locked onto something and surprise became him completely.

He kept himself propped on one advert then let his fingers curl around Sirena's necklace. "Where the hell did you get this!" He stared down at the charm.
"I found it on the day I joined. It was in my locker." Sirena smiled to himself slightly as his fingertips came to rest against the Djed amulet. "I was given it on Valentines day."
"WHAT!?" Carter's face exploded into bright red.

Finally Sirena looked down and noticed his position. "Oh god! A-Again! I'm so sorry!"

He pulled back sharply and Carter suddenly felt a heavy weight push back down on his chest. The storm outside became the dominant sound once more in his ears. The cold air brushed over his body. His heart became heavy once more. The shock was still there however completely within him.

Sirena was knelt on his knees next to him. "Are you okay."

"He's okay. Aren't you my dear Pharaoh."

Both turned their head slowly as a black hooded figure began to slink out the shadows and bowed mockingly towards Carter who frowned deeply. Something about the figure seemed off as another joined them at their side, the thickness of the cloak around them almost resembled that like a great curtain of fur.

Carter found it almost hurt his eyes to keep focus on the second figure.

The person slowly reached their hand down onto their belt and Carter barely had time to react as the figure pulled a dagger free it's sheath. "Because I'm sending him back to his father!"

The dagger came free and flew directly at Carter's face.

Just as the large rhino sized black hound launched towards Sirena.