It's Life or Death, Really

by Firestorm Nauralagos

Snotty Theurgist Sabrina is not always what she seems. It's possible that below her rude, conceited surface, there's just a sad little girl who misses her mother, presumed dead for years. Even when she is put into a school she despises, Sabrina will have to use the power she's been given-and maybe a bit of attitude-to save the only person she's ever cared about. On hiatus.

4. Chapter 4: Humiliation BURNS!

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In this chapter: Everybody's favorite professor: Cyrus Drake! XP

Sabrina smiled as she stepped inside the Myth School. The blue walls patterned with blue eyes were the same style as her bedroom wallpaper, and the immaculately clean room was, by far, more comfortable than the dirty, earthy Life School. She sat down in the front again, this time so she could absorb as much Myth information as she could. Everything about the school was perfect. Everything, that is, except for the teacher.

Professor Cyrus Drake was tall, skinny, and completely bald. He wore a lemon yellow, high collared robe with a blue sash tied tightly around his waist and a line of metal clasps down the front. On his feet were bright blue boots, and tapping against his palm was a long gray stick, which she guessed would work as a wand. Unphased by his overpowering demeanor, she smiled sweetly.

"Hello. You must be Professor Drake. I'm Sabrina Jadeleaf." He stared down at her disgustedly, like she was a bit of dirt he had shaken off the bottom of his boot.

"Wonderful. Another little Wizard trying to play at Conjuring. This is not a School in which we have fun, young Theurgist, but a School where we do real work." Her smile faltered at the sound of his bored, "I could care less" tone.

"I know that I have to work here. I've been reading about Myth since I was five years old; I know that it's one of the hardest and best Schools to be in, and that it takes hard work and dedication to raise my level in this School. I wanted to be a Conjurer, but the Headmaster made a mistake and put me in Life." He held up his hand for her to stop talking.

"Congratulations, and all that, but please be quiet. I have to teach a class. Now, run along and go play in the dirt, or perhaps go heal some REAL Conjurers on Unicorn Way." Professor Drake's face was smug, thinking that he'd gotten rid of her. Sabrina simply set her jaw and crossed her arms, glaring at her new professor.

"I'm not leaving, and I'm NOT a HEALER," she hissed angrily, feeling a deep crimson color creep over her face as the few other students laughed at her. She glared at them fiercely, and a few glared back. Several, however, seemed daunted and looked away, unwilling to play mind games with her.

"Fine, stay. If you fall behind, I shall have no choice but to expell you from the School of Myth," the professor stated, his voice ringing with finality. Sabrina leaned back in her chair and pulled a notebook out of her backpack. She was determined to be the best Conjurer Professor Drake had ever seen, no matter what it required.

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Four minutes later, Professor Drake got up in front of the class and began to speak.

"Now that you're FINALLY all here, open your notebooks to a blank page and take out a pen. I expect all of your notes to be in ink, and there will be a weekly notebook check to be sure you've all followed directions. If you do not have a pen, you'll have to remember everything I say and record it later. Now, be sure to pay attention; I'm not going to repeat anything." Sabrina jotted down short notes: All notes in pen. Notebook checks once a week. No repetitions of lectures. If you have no pen, memorize the lecture and take notes later. A shy looking girl with fluffy blond hair raised her hand. The professor nodded to her.

"Should we have a notebook for each School we take, Professor Drake?"

"Yes, Heather, you should. If you don't have one, I expect you to have one next class. Now, we will begin the lecture. Listen carefully and take notes." He launched into a rapidfire speech about the origin of Myth, the colors, symbol and banner shape, and about the Blood Bat, the first spell. Sabrina was scribbling away in her notebook the entire time.

Five minutes later, he finally stopped talking.

"Are you all done with your notes?" The class nodded. "Good. Now, I will ask questions. You will raise your hand to answer each one, and I will choose someone at random. What is the required utensil for taking notes in this class?" The students seemed surprised, not having taken notes at that part of the speech. Sabrina's hand shot up instantly. Professor Drake's eyes passed over disdainfully, but eventually he had no choice but to call on her. "Sabrina?"

"A pen," she replied immediately.

"What is the founding creature of the School of Myth?" Once again, Sabrina's hand was the first one up.

"Sabrina."

"The tribe of nomadic minotaurs living in the mountains of Grizzleheim."

"Correct. What are the colors of Myth?"

"Yellow and royal blue."

"What was the first spell invented?"

"The Minotaur, which was used to summon the spirits of their dead ancestors to attack their targets, who were often attacking wolf tribes."

"How much damage does the first Myth spell take?"

"70 to 110, which is done by a blood bat, a kind of rabid, fanged, light brown bat that originated in Mooshu." It went on that way for several more questions. The professor would give her a question, she would fire back an answer.

"Fine. You've exhausted my supply of questions. You will be the first to demonstrate a blood bat spell." He threw a card onto Sabrina's desk, and she picked it up as she drew her wand. Carefully, she drew the Myth symbol (a Krokotopian eye) and tapped the card, pointing to Professor Drake with her wand. The blood bat sprang out and flew at the professor, cackling gleefully. He ran, dashing in circles around the room while swatting at the bat with his wand. The entire class roared with laughter, and no one laughed harder than Sabrina.

"I guess I'm worthy of being a Conjurer, huh, Professor Drake?" She shouted to the professor. He glared at her as he whacked her blood bat on the head.

"SABRINA JADELEAF," he yelled, but didn't get to finish his sentence. The blood bat had latched onto his arm. Sabrina just laughed harder.

A/N: Woohoo! I wish I could do that in the game! XD