Chapter two finally! Enjoy :)
Blair Connie was normal. Completely non-magical.
And it sucked.
Every single day when she was out for a run, she would see a fairy flying overhead or a gnome magicking his garden to grow speedily and she would burn with jealousy. All she ever wanted was some type of power so she could defend herself and her dimension. For the past five years, it seemed like evil in the magic dimension had increased tenfold and there was nothing she could do about it. Valtor, Tritannus, the Trix. All of them were evil threats she couldn't stop. And Blair hated nothing more than having to stand idly by.
So when she turned eighteen, she knew exactly what she wanted for her birthday: to enroll at Red Fountain. Her mother wasn't thrilled about the idea.
"Blair, honey, I know you want to help the dimension but that school is strictly male!" she had said the second Blair suggested it. "Even if I thought it was a good idea, the headmaster surely wouldn't allow it."
"Then let me try," she had pleaded. "Let me try to prove him wrong."
"I don't think so," she said. "It's time you started planning out your life. Start looking for a career that you can actually make it in. I'm sure you could find a job in business. Women aren't Specialists."
"That's so stupid," she said. "If I want to defend my people then my gender shouldn't be the thing that holds me back!"
She knew that her skin color had nothing to do with it, constantly seeing famous fairies with caramel colored skin similar to her own.
Her mother looked at her hard. The woman was old-fashioned, needless to say. She wore traditional dresses every day despite the fact that she rarely went out and stuck to her religion, praying to the gods daily. So her dynamic with her daughter, a person with the extreme opposite views, was not a particularly good one.
Blair turned to her father. He was thoughtfully stroking his mustache; she bit back a sarcastic comment. Her dad was just as competitive as she was- she knew that the prospect of rejecting a challenge was impossible for him. "Dad?"
He hummed. "There's nothing wrong with a girl being able to fight. And there's no harm in trying," he had said, a smile growing on his lips. Blair ignored her mother's groan and squealed, actually squealed. The last time she could remember doing that was when she was ten and still in love with the boyband, Waking Forest, from Linphea. Blair hadn't even been as excited then as she was at that moment.
Now she stood in front of Red Fountain, wearing a skin-tight blue jumpsuit with white detail and a duffle bag in her hand. Her emotions began contradicting one another; her heart was thrilled but her stomach was nervous and queasy; she wanted to run in singing at the top of her lungs or run away screaming.
Her father's large hand landed on her shoulder, jolting her from her thoughts. "Ready?" he asked.
Blair gulped and nodded. "Yeah."
She held her head high as she walked through the doorway of the academy where the headmaster stood.
"Welcome, Miss Connie, to our school. I am Headmaster Saladin. It certainly is a new experience for Red Fountain to house a young lady. Pardon me in saying that it is a minor inconvenience for us as well," the old man said. Blair narrowed her eyes and he continued rapidly, "Nothing against you or your gender of course! I only say that because, until now, Red Fountain has only housed males and in groups. The only rooms we have are for multiple people and as a result, we had to put you in a room with four other young men who are also members of your team."
"Oh, um," Blair said. "I hadn't really thought about rooms." Her mother had though. And if she were to find out about this, she would surely have an aneurysm. "Don't worry, sir, I'll make it work as long as there are locks on the bathroom doors."
Saladin smiled serenely at her and all too soon she was hugging her father goodbye and standing in her new room. There were six beds, three on each opposing walls, with a bedside table and dresser next to it. The room didn't smell too good- it was kind of like the essence of armpit had been rubbed on every available surface. There were three guys in the room already. One of them, a guy with long, dark brown hair and broad shoulders, looked up at her from where he was lounging on his bed.
He stood up and gave her a sympathetic smile. "Sorry, sweetie, you must be lost. If you're looking for Beta College for fairies, you're about six hundred miles off," he said in a false-honeyed voice. "This is a training academy for men."
First encounter. Of course the first person was disgusting and misogynistic; she hadn't expected anything less. Blair raised her chin and hardened her gaze. "If I could go to a fairy school, believe me, I would in a heartbeat, but I have about as much magic as a pile of dead leaves. I'm here for the same reason as you; I want to protect people and this is the only possible way I can. Don't bother me for reasons I can't control," she said. "Oh and if ever you call me sweetie again, I'll make sure you're never able to have children."
A blonde guy across the room grinned as he sorted his laundry into drawers. She tried to hold back a smile as she brushed past the ass-hat in her way.
He turned and followed her closely. "You know, I don't have anything against chicks but when there's one on my team, I'm bound to be concerned."
"Is that so?" she said.
"Yes, in fact it is," he replied. "You're short as hell and your arms look like they'll break under any sort of pressure. I don't want us to screw up because you can't pull your weight."
"It's unfortunate that I can't tell if you mean that literally or figuratively," Blair said as she dropped her suitcase on an empty bed.
"Both," he said gruffly.
The blonde walked over and clapped him on the shoulder. "Relax, Davis. She's a part of our team and you're going to have to accept that," he said. He turned to Blair, "Hey, welcome to Red Fountain. I'm Milo."
She smiled. His eyes were a warm brown that calmed her. She hoped he could be a friend. "Nice to meet you. I'm Blair."
Davis rolled his eyes and left the room with a huff.
Milo smiled softly. "Don't worry about him. He's kind of hyper-competitive and I guess he thinks you'll hold us back."
"Wait 'til he sees me with some throwing stars," she said and shot a look towards the door. "I'm not as helpless as he thinks."
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