A/N Alright! Part Two! Look at me go! Thank you so much for returning to read my fic!

Pronunciations in this chapter (and one I missed out from "Origin")

"Xeroux" is pronounced "Zeh-row"

"Yyilict" is pronounced "Ill-ill-ict"

"Arylite" is pronounced "Are-ril-light"

Now, enough with the pronunciations and on with the show!

-HarrietSilverwynd

Twelve Years Later

"Earthrylites were an ancient species once native to Celeslei. They had the ability to manipulate the natural world around them, and built a whole community surrounding the Yyilict Falls on the west coast of the island. The distinct stone pillars are speculated to be the work of the Earthrylites that first settled down there.

The Earthrylite species slipped into extinction just over two decades ago. Whilst there have been a few "sightings" in the past, these incidents have been disproven and traced back to gang activity and attention seeking activists. The term "Earthrylite" originates from the ancient Celese word "Arylite", meaning "manipulation" or "unnatural control". Earthrylites were rightfully classified as demons, beings that manipulated the natural world around them to their advantage. The aggression and audacity of this subspecies was the reason the Celese-Earthrylite War of the east broke out in 1944, where many Earthrylite lives were lost to the wonders of new, modern technology.

By the mid-1920's, the Earthrylite population had decreased dramatically due to presumed famine and disease. Nobody quite rightly knows what caused this sudden drop in numbers as the Earthrylites refused to adapt to modern society, choosing instead to reside by the Yyilict Falls where they- Miss Stern, are you listening?!"

The entire class spun around in their seats to crane their necks at the girl sitting at back of the classroom, legs spread over two unoccupied desks. The History lecturer, Ms. Mughal, stampeded up to the sprawled student, who merely cocked her head.

"Well, Miss Stern? Is there anything you have to say for yourself?" she enquired, hands on hips in that annoyed voice that only teachers could somehow do.

Dhaivhlia Stern gave her teacher a smirk as she pulled one earphone out of her left ear.

"Nothing in particular, no," she said in her smooth, accented voice. "Why? Ought I to listen to this explicit historic nonsense you are spouting?"

Ms. Mughal pulled a ferocious expression, which quickly flattened out into deadpan despair.

"Ah well," she said, spinning around to face the class, classroom keys clinking on the metal of her belt. "What more could we ever expect from Miss Dhaivhlia Stern, anyway? Flails around aimlessly in every lesson yet always comes top of every class."

Dhaivhlia crossed her legs smugly. Ms. Mughal placed her hands on the desk on which the girl was perched on top of.

"How is it, hmm?" she enquired, leaning closer to the girl. "How on

Earth does someone who does nothing but cheek all her teachers always pass with flying colours? Surely, somebody with that attitude would fail unanimously?"

Dhaivhlia smirked. "You seem extremely peeved, Miss. Would you rather I failed? Perhaps I ought to begin to do so. What a wonderful reflection of you teaching ability that would be, should the Principal catch wind of your statement."

Ms. Mughal recoiled with mild shock. Dhaivhlia sprang to her feet and gave the class a bow, her long blue hair enveloping her grinning face. The class gave a small round of applause, only to be silenced with a fiery glare from their lecturer. Ms. Mughal let out a small breath before turning back to the girl.

"Miss Stern," she said, her eyes pointing daggers at the mischievous teen. "Why don't you and I have a lovely little conversation after school in one of the detention rooms about attitude and manners?"

Dhaivhlia pulled an expression of mock-anguish. "Believe me when I say, Miss, I would absolutely love to. Unfortunately, as you and I both very well know, or, at least I presumed you to be aware of, I cannot stay after school hours for reasons I daren't go into in public,"

Dhaivhlia flashed the teacher another mischievous grin. "We would not desire to delve into that territory now, would we?"

Ms. Mughal suddenly looked very panicked.

"Oh! No, no, definitely not," she stammered, remembering how fearsome the girl's Grandfather could be regarding detentions and punishments. Her expression of fear quickly switched to one of anger as the class's tittering laughter caught her ears.

"The rest of you, however," she snapped, strutting back towards the front of the classroom. "I expect to see you all in detention with me after school."

The entire class let out a unanimous sigh of bother. Ms. Mughal glanced to the girl still standing idly at the back of the classroom. "Miss Stern, I'll see you during lunch hour tomorrow, do you understand me?"

Dhaivhlia pulled an innocent expression. "Certainly, Miss," she said as she began to slip her possessions back into her worn denim satchel. The rest of the class followed suit, gathering up their own belongings and snatching a few minutes of chatter before the dreaded detention. Dhaivhlia glanced at the slim silver watch that sat on her wrist.

"And three, two, one…" she muttered just as the bell rang out to signify the end of school. Every student in the room quickly darted out of their seats and filtered out into the corridor. Dhaivhlia skipped merrily out of the classroom, closing the door elegantly with her foot behind her. Ms. Mughal turned towards the sudden commotion and indicated for the students to wait outside the next-door detention room. She was not expected to be met by Dhaivhlia smiling sweetly at her through the small glass window, innocently dangling her classroom keys in front of her. She had slipped them silently into her bag whilst Ms. Mughal was lecturing her about attitude.

Ms. Mughal dived for the door handle just as the key went *click*. She pounded on the door, waving her hands wildly at the entourage of students outside, indicating for them to set her free. Dhaivhlia too, pirouetted on the spot to face her fellow classmates before doing a small bow and skipping over to the lockers opposite the door. She carefully threw the keys to the tallest boy in the year, who deftly set them in the darkest corner of the dustiest locker he could find. Every single student gave a great cheer before dispersing, each heading their own separate ways. Dhaivhlia darted towards the main entrance, slipping gracefully between closing doors and groups of students like a shadow in the night. She half-ran and half-stumbled down the great stone steps that lead up to the school, long blue hair flying in the wind. She only stopped moving when her entire body somehow connected with one of the birch trees that sat in the wide school grounds. Climbing back on her feet in an extremely unladylike manner, Dhaivhlia looked left and right. As per usual, the imposing black limousine was snaking its way between awaiting vehicles towards her.

Dhaivhlia spun around blindly in a panic as the car drew nearer. Her eyes scanned her surroundings for an escape. Her legs moved like clockwork as she belted down the driveway, narrowly avoiding the oncoming vehicles. The limousine grew bigger and bigger as she ran further down the concrete road. Suddenly it was no more than a foot in front of her. Dhaivhlia stopped to take a deep breath as it slowed down directly in front of her. Then, praying her knees wouldn't suddenly buckle (As they had a habit of doing so at the most inconvenient of times) she took a running leap and slid extremely ungracefullyacross its black metal bonnet, almost catching her bag on the windscreen-wipers and fell onto her hands and knees on the other side. Brushing herself down as fast as she could, Dhaivhlia quickly sprinted off in the direction she usually ran away in; towards a nearby neighbourhood crammed with small alleyways and sharp corners in the blind hope she always carried with her that the limousine would eventually give up chasing her and turn tail.

Dhaivhlia heard the rumble of a revving engine behind her, but she didn't dare look back. She had places she needed to be, though she rarely made it to her desired destination. Darting into the extremely narrow opening of a nearby street, she allowed herself to relax a little and soften her pace. The car couldn't follow her here. She knew these alleyways like the back of her hand- the car would have to take the much wider, longer main road that circled them. Dhaivhlia let out a small sigh of relief before returning to slipping between small openings and vault over several walls, her mind set on finally completing the one task she aimed to attempt every day. Squeezing between two chained-together wire gates, Dhaivhlia couldn't help but wonder if once, just once, she would be able to evade her persistent automobile stalker. Slipping her earphones back into her ears, Dhaivhlia carefully clambered over a half-painted fence before continuing to dart between narrow openings and crumbling walls.

A/N: Ta-da! Part two!

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-HarrietSilverwynd