Okay here's Chapter One! I hope you liked the Trial Chapter. I figured someone deserved to come to the Mystic Moon so don't forget to R & R. I'm begging you (even an empty review just shows that you were here)
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Dilandau looked over to his 'slayers to see if they had noticed her, they were looking at her the same way everyone else was. He was confused, what was wrong with her. She was beautiful. He hair was black as night, and straight. He could see from far away that she had dark blue eyes and that she walked gracefully, like a priestess for their most beautiful goddess Netre. He had felt like she was better than them all but he hadn't been on the Mysic moon for very long. He wanted to go and meet her but he had other obligations at the moment. He looked over to the others to see if his boys were back to normal yet ... nope they still had a look of shock on their faces. He decided that it was time to get inside and start to get this over with.
They walked into the pastel coloured office where a blonde middle-aged woman sat filing her nails. Dilandau cleered his throat to get her attention. She looked up and smiled at the boys in front of her.
" Hello boys, do you have an appointment with Mr. Miller?" she quiestioned friendly
Dilandau smiled back and explained who they were and what they needed. Each of them went in to speak with the principal and were given their schedules. They had very few classes with each other. Dilandau was alright with that though Chesta seemed a little worried about who would help him, should he need any.
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Jolie walked passed the office window where a few girls stood looking in, giggling and whispering. Probably some new great looking guy who would end up being a chauvenist pig, or at least, would hate her. No one ever gave her a chance. They were all to afraid of her. She was ruined because of a family reputation. Her father, who was a hard drinker, had been accused of the murder of his wife, but had gotten off because of lack of evidence. Jolie knew that her father hadn't killed her mother, but he was never kind to her, and now that she was gone, his abuse had turned to Jolie. She never let it show though. She was good at that. No one had ever hurt her before and let others had known about it. There were rumours that she had killed her mother. Which were also untrue, but that didn't stop the masses in this little quaint town from thinking her a murderer. She allowed them all to think what they wanted because she truley did not care. They called her a witch, a whore anything that slid off the tounge easy enough. She still wondered about what was through the glass though, so she walked up to the stupid chattering girls and said clearly:
"Who is it now?"
Trying to look them all straightin the eyes when they turned around. She watched them get ready to exitedly tell their news , until they realized who she was and mumbled something under their breath about how they had to leave. She smiled to herself ruefully, as she had just proved herself right. She glanced into the window and saw four boys, sitting in the office, obviously bored. One with longish hair and blue-purple eyes was talking avidly to Ms. Finch the secretary. One with a cap of blonde hair was sitting and reading a schedule. Another was looking around without much care, but the last one, who looked like he had been born in a cave because he was so pale was laing with some sort of charm. She tried to see it better, to focus in on it but was interupted when the sound of someones shouts behind her, the familiar word "witch" resounded through the main corridor of the school.
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Dilandau looked over to his 'slayers to see if they had noticed her, they were looking at her the same way everyone else was. He was confused, what was wrong with her. She was beautiful. He hair was black as night, and straight. He could see from far away that she had dark blue eyes and that she walked gracefully, like a priestess for their most beautiful goddess Netre. He had felt like she was better than them all but he hadn't been on the Mysic moon for very long. He wanted to go and meet her but he had other obligations at the moment. He looked over to the others to see if his boys were back to normal yet ... nope they still had a look of shock on their faces. He decided that it was time to get inside and start to get this over with.
They walked into the pastel coloured office where a blonde middle-aged woman sat filing her nails. Dilandau cleered his throat to get her attention. She looked up and smiled at the boys in front of her.
" Hello boys, do you have an appointment with Mr. Miller?" she quiestioned friendly
Dilandau smiled back and explained who they were and what they needed. Each of them went in to speak with the principal and were given their schedules. They had very few classes with each other. Dilandau was alright with that though Chesta seemed a little worried about who would help him, should he need any.
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Jolie walked passed the office window where a few girls stood looking in, giggling and whispering. Probably some new great looking guy who would end up being a chauvenist pig, or at least, would hate her. No one ever gave her a chance. They were all to afraid of her. She was ruined because of a family reputation. Her father, who was a hard drinker, had been accused of the murder of his wife, but had gotten off because of lack of evidence. Jolie knew that her father hadn't killed her mother, but he was never kind to her, and now that she was gone, his abuse had turned to Jolie. She never let it show though. She was good at that. No one had ever hurt her before and let others had known about it. There were rumours that she had killed her mother. Which were also untrue, but that didn't stop the masses in this little quaint town from thinking her a murderer. She allowed them all to think what they wanted because she truley did not care. They called her a witch, a whore anything that slid off the tounge easy enough. She still wondered about what was through the glass though, so she walked up to the stupid chattering girls and said clearly:
"Who is it now?"
Trying to look them all straightin the eyes when they turned around. She watched them get ready to exitedly tell their news , until they realized who she was and mumbled something under their breath about how they had to leave. She smiled to herself ruefully, as she had just proved herself right. She glanced into the window and saw four boys, sitting in the office, obviously bored. One with longish hair and blue-purple eyes was talking avidly to Ms. Finch the secretary. One with a cap of blonde hair was sitting and reading a schedule. Another was looking around without much care, but the last one, who looked like he had been born in a cave because he was so pale was laing with some sort of charm. She tried to see it better, to focus in on it but was interupted when the sound of someones shouts behind her, the familiar word "witch" resounded through the main corridor of the school.
