'To your left, you nimrod! You have to be watching what you're doing or else you're going to end up being dead!' A random voice sounded off from a flaming sword in the hands of a young girl. She spun around to her left and slashed a creature in half. Growling in frustration, her eyes started to glow crimson red and the flames on the sword began to grow.
A tall man appeared from the shadows, "That would be enough!" His voice was powerful and filled with compulsion as everything around the girl disappeared and they were left in a dark empty room. He walked up to her and put one of his heavily calloused hands on her shoulder to steady the girl then said, "You do nothing but worry about defenses when you should also worry about offenses. You rely too much on the Flame-Fang to look out for your back and lead you to what you need to be doing." His eyes searched hers and then he let out a sigh, "Look, Renoa, you need some rest and you need to study more on your offenses, alright? I shall give you a weeks break and then we shall return to what we were doing today and continue."
As he started walking away, Renoa relaxed a bit and sagged her shoulders, the flames on the sword dissipating and her eyes going back to her natural blue-green color. Her hair then went from a black streaked with red to her dark-brown color and she started to tie it up when the voice from the sword started speaking again, 'Renoa, Stephan is right, you know. You shouldn't be relying on me for defenses when you worry about offense it doesn't always work that way, you know. One day you're going to be getting into a major battle where I won't be there to help you out and then you're going to be left helpless and most likely at a disadvantage. You being hurt would mean I would have to find a new master and deal with their ignorance.'
Renoa just shook her head and laughed softly, her soft voice echoing throughout the room, "I understand, Fang, but you have to understand that I'm still only 14 and have much more to go and you guys are wanting me to learn it all within a month. I guess I would rather prefer studying to actual training. I wasn't ready for today. It was completely unexpected."
After tying up her hair, Renoa went to go wash up her face and wipe away any sort of sweat from her training. After washing up she led herself down a pathway that went towards the living quarters. The living quarters had been set up a good mile or so away from the training ground just in case one of the trainees decided to show off their new found skills and test it on the place, setting it on fire or blowing it up.
The area that Renoa now lived in was known as Raven Valley. A place where there was no human contact and no humans knew of and where people with special abilities went to train and take control of their abnormalities. It was mainly kids who decided on their own but they were all too stuck up to realize what they had and how to deal with them. The school was called the Valraven Collegium and the founder of it was Stephan Lee Valraven. He knew the main struggles kids had to go through with their abilities and being shunned from even their own family for what they were. But, Stephan had also read up about a prophecy on how one person could bring together two different types of beings and lead them to peace and harmony. Unfortunately for Renoa, she had seemed to fit the description so he had started expecting more from her than any of his other students. Renoa was a call 10 worker while everyone else was a 7 or below. How he had come to find this how, the young girl had no idea. All she really did know was that her destiny was already set and she made a vow to both herself and Stephan that she would bring these kids what they needed the most. They needed the acceptance from the people that they had hoped they themselves would be and to be treated as one.
By now, everyone in the Collegium had come to recognize her because of gossip going around and now they knew what she was destined to do. So, as she walked down the halls, everyone welcomed her with warm hearts and nodded in her direction in greeting. Renoa had known that this would happen, somehow, and just decided to go along with it. Without looking down at the sword, she said, "Are you sure that it's me who has to do this? I mean… what if Lord Stephan is wrong about whom I am? I certainly do not feel any different than anyone else here at the school." Her eyes wandered upon everyone at the school and how they went through their lessons without having to do anything special or harder than the one next to them.
'Do you really doubt Stephan's saying? I'm about as sure as he is that you're the one that's destined to save every child here. I am filled with my magic senses, you know. I cannot be wrong and neither will I admit that I ever have been,' Fang said. Flame-Fang was a regular looking sword that Renoa had found when she was much younger and had been taught by her the many ways of how she could fight and how to use her abilities. She was an ancient sword, living through many centuries without rusting and showing many other people how to control, use, and live their abilities and their lives to the point as to where she was no longer needed. Now, it had seemed that she decided to train and raise Renoa.
There was something about Renoa that Fang could not distinguish and so she just decided to leave it be until she figured it out. There was no point in worrying over it now when there was much more time to figure it out. Or so she thought because day by day, the weather was becoming unreadable and to the point where sometimes the skies were pitch black before nighttime even came. The clouds would cover up the sun in a dark hue where during the day, it had always seemed like it was nothing but gray. No colors had shown and the students had seemed to be getting less lively. Something wasn't right and she knew it.
When Renoa had finally reached her own room, she closed the door tightly behind her, set Fang down on a nearby table and then went to her desk where there were stacks of books waiting to be read or already opened up and thrown aside. She pulled out a pair of reading glasses from within the desk and put them on and started reading and said out loud with her head still in the book, "Fang, why is it that I have to do so much reading and yet it doesn't really do me any good on what I need to do when I'm training? Sometimes I see no point in it and just give up and rest." Her eyes scanned the book and flipped the page when she was done, also waiting for Fang to answer her.
When the silence continued, Renoa started to panic, wondering if the sword had finally decided that it was now her time to leave. But, when she was about to speak again, her door burst open and an overly large man entered her room, his features were marked with fury and his eyes were filled with darkness. Renoa stood up abruptly and dodged where he tried knocking her across the room and then the man pulled out his sword. She quickly scurried over to Fang and picked her up, getting into a fighting position and asked, "What is it you want, sir? I have done nothing wrong and do not wish to fight you for a reason I do not know." The man, at that moment, swung his own sword at her and she dodged and blocked another one coming from her side. After glancing toward the doorway, she had seen that the once busy hallways were now as empty as the last graveyard she had went to. By this time, her heart was pounding in her ears as loud as thunder and she hurried out the door and towards where Stephan would normally be.
There was a shout behind her, "The witch has returned and must now be destroyed! You shall not survive from this ordeal for you shall die by my own sword!" He charged at her and Renoa, nothing but annoyed now at his actions, jumped up into the air to dodge another one of his blows and kicked him hard in the face. Landing on the other side of him, she raised her sword and a wind picked up from around her, making her hair flow around her like Medusa and when she brought the sword down, the air made a trail to the man and sliced him in half. When the young girl snapped back to reality, she had just realized what she had done and her heart started thundering louder in her ears as she went into a complete panic mode for she had never killed before nor had she wanted to. What had she become? What had made her do the actions that she had just done without really thinking about what she was doing? She had felt as if another being was controlling her with the feeling of dread and anger washing over her, her movements smooth and gentle and yet powerful at the same time. Was this what Lord Stephan and Fang had been trying to tell her or was this something else?
