Oh wow it's been awhile since the last chapter. I've started school so my time has been limited to write for fun. Anyway I hope you enjoy the last of three POVs, Nessarine East.
Chapter 3: Fight or Flight
Nessa's POV
Some people like to call me narcissistic, crude, rude, a primadonna, a derogatory witch, all the like. Oh wait no, that's just my "loving" cousin who does that. I can be a lot of those things and I don't deny it, but that's only when I set off in the mood to be. She's envious that I have the better half of the gene pool and she as the absolute pathetic one. I have stronger magic, regular skin, and I'm just outright better than her. I don't even know how she has the short end of the broomstick with her magic considering that my dear departed auntie was admittedly better than my late mother when it came to magical power. Nonetheless I am the one on top and because of that I don't attend that monster school of hers. I attend the Osborne School for the Magically Gifted the prestige and zealous are the only ones to attend the school, if they can survive one day.
Flight training was basically what would be considered physical deaducation- I mean education! In the locker room I started to unzip my long sleeved a-line dress which was the color of the night sky with emerald lines going the front, the neckline, and sleeve rim; I unlatched the strap on my glittering silver heels to bring myself down two inches to the normal height of five-foot-seven; I slid down my white based stocking with black stars down onto the ground and moved freely like a snake does from its old skin. I had only slipped on my musk colored tee shirt when I started feeling sharp pins in my legs and I nearly stumbled over onto the floor. Thank the world for inventing sinks, I would have gone face first and became a pancake if I didn't grab onto one in front of the mirror. I starred at it briefly when I saw the most peculiar thing… I saw the same nearly black hair and olive skin I was used to instead it was all wrinkled and rather disgusting! Maybe it was just a fever illusion; I felt my body already steaming hot. I had to get dressed quickly.
Once I got myself over to a wooden bench I quickly pulled up my dusk colored short that went to somewhere around my mid-thigh and pulled up my black socks with white polka dots that to my upper calf and started lacing my metallic silver basketball sneaks as quickly as a jackrabbit. As soon as they were both on my feet I felt myself cool down and my legs instantly relieve themselves of pain. I panted like I remember that darn dog Toto to, rapidly, like I gasp for after while someone would be trying to drown me. I pulled myself to together as I always have to on a daily basis and took a grassy colored hair-tie off from my wrist I my hair that lay down to armpits and put it in a sloppy but tight pony tail. I performed an overly girly twirl in front of the mirror and grabbed my pristine broom, the SonicBroom (I really hate that name), one of the speediest on the market. The stick was made of oak with bristles enchanted with the speed of a white-throated needletail. Capable of reaching over one-hundred miles per hour when on it I'm a force to be reckoned with and able to flee when a mob arrives without being found.
I ran onto the grassy plains of our school's outdoor flight stadium that was the nearly the size of two football fields with a bounce in each step. I joined the rest of the witches in stretching their bodies. Some were in yoga poses, others were just doing what suited their fancy, and one was even doing some weird form of pushups. Next to me was my friend Brielle Bishop, running in place while looking quite serious. She skin was fair, her eyes a sleet grey, her lips thin a the color of roses, and her hair was in her normal tangerine bob.
"What took ya so long?" she questioned me without missing a step in her warm-up.
"Changing, what else?" I laughed 'nonchalantly' then bent over to touch my toes for a few seconds. Once I sprung up from that I looked up at the sky, gloomy as normal. Then I saw what was right in front of me.
"Afternoon Ms. East," our flight instructor, if you could even call her that, bellowed at me. All she really did was throw you right into some extreme situation and had everyone else watch. I tried my best to stay still but I couldn't help but jump back a bit. "You're going to be my escapist today. Everyone stay on the ground and follow her as best as you can. Shoot the best projectile spell you know. C'mon! Line up!" she thundered as I was zapped into about a sixth way into the field while everyone else was at the very end of the east side. Before I could think I hear fire enchantments being hurled towards me. I didn't know why I'd ever need to be an escapist the way this drill was preformed, but all instincts came in when I felt the heat coming my way… run.
My feet dashed like a bullet on a crooked course. After a few yards I felt myself lift my body up onto the SonicBroom and with that a sudden jolt of acceleration and before I knew it I turn myself around and spread my fingers out to send intense electric blue bolts of lightning towards my classmates, or should I say the angry mob. With that I had at least stunned them for a bit which was my time to make a dash so I leaned it forward and went towards the west side of the field. As soon as I had only passed a few yards the entire field was covered in a purple force field.
"Gosh darn it!" I muttered as I proceeded on, leaving my classmates in the dust. As I felt myself going against the wind I had to twirl around a bunch of fireballs and I did with the utmost glee. I crackled in the wind as I cast an anti-force field charm and managed to break through a small hole I had managed to force open. I just heaved out a breath without saying a word; I didn't dare anger anyone for the matter. I didn't want to be burned to a crisp over saying something stupid.
I hadn't picked up my mail in a few days and to be frank I know why… I never get mail. It's pretty hard being raised by your uncle since age seven and only having a cousin that hates your guts as a form of 'sibling'. Anyway it's always worth checking, right? Right is very right.
"Why yes Nessarine, you do have a letter" the nameless mail clerk blinked at me with her old batty eyes almost making all her wrinkles move. Her old and frail body creaked to the back area of the counter that no one had visual access to thanks to some charm. When she came back she plopped a letter down onto the counter and I grabbed it swiftly and made my way out of the mail room and into my dorm. The dorm was unpopulated and grey when I arrive so I fell onto the storm cloud colored couch and opened it with my fingernail, ignoring who sent it. My eyes graced over the words diligently and by the time I finished I crushed it in my hand.
"WHO THE HELL KNOWS MY FULL NAME," I roared and in that instant I poof into my uncle's living room in New Salem and I walked around looking for a clock. By the time I found one I just… "DAMN NEW SALEM TIME!" it was only about lunch time while at school it was about three o'clock. I was going to have to wait a looooonnnnggg time to confront my uncle or even Elpidia about this letter.
I'm guess maybe another three, four chapters max until our three ghouls (or two ghouls and one girl as she'd prefer to be called) reach the world of Ever After. Now we have the witch filled with angst Elpie, the jaded Jovie, and the 'perfect' Nessa. Also note her symptoms mimic those a juvenile arthritis but to a supreme degree.