She was about to start up on another lesson, when there was a knock at the
door. She sighed, and went over to the door, pulling it open with more
force than what was needed.
"Hello?" she asked, politely as possible. A young girl, no older than 17, walked in. She didn't look like she had any special powers about her. She carried a backpack, and held some books in her hands.
"May I help you?" asked the teacher, wondering who this was. The girl nodded, than spoke.
"I am Kira, and I was told, I was in this class." She said. Kira had long brown hair that fell just below her shoulders, and it was clipped behind her ear with the most beautiful clip. It looked like pure gold.
"Oh yes! I was told I was to have a new student today!" beamed the teacher, pulling on Kira's arm to come forward.
"Now, first, I need to know what your ability is, so I can place you with the correct lesson plan." Stated the teacher, grabbing a brand new folder.
Kira glanced nervously around the class. Everyone had their eyes on her. One group in particular though, where whispering about her. Kira attempted to ignore the vacant looks she was getting, but found it hard.
"Ok, Kira, can you please tell me?" asked the teacher again. Kira snapped back into reality. She didn't want to tell everyone what, more like who, she was. She knew everyone else in the class had a special ability of transforming into whatever he/she was. Some people had only powers, and some had a full ability.
For example. Some students had the power to change the weather, and in a very, very, very extremely rare situation would you find someone who could tell the future. Some people had immortality. The minute they sold their soul to the devil, they received a portrait that aged in the times, unlike they did. Once they looked upon the portrait, they would immediately transform back into what they would normally be, and some would be immortal for so long, that they would just shrivel up and die.
But, for some of the more lucky people, they had a whole different body, personality, life. Some would be fairies, nymphs or angels. Some could be witches or wizards. There were a couple of vampires and werewolves, but not many. And very seldom would there be an elf or relative to mother nature. But Kira was the most rare of them all. Even more rare then those who could tell the future. Even better than being immortal, because your soul didn't have to be sold to the devil. Kira had practically every power she wanted to have, because she was a goddess.
A goddess was the most high ranking status, apart from God himself. She wasn't half god, or step god. She was pure, 100% goddess. She was born into the family of the Ahtkens, and made immortal for ever, and a goddess for eternity.
Now, this was why Kira didn't want to tell everyone who she was. To much attention. But it seemed like she had no choice.
"I-I'm a goddess." She said quietly. She was suddenly aware of all the eyes that were on her. It was like a ton of bricks just waiting to pummel her.
Kira twitched nervously as she glanced at the teacher. She too was gaping at her like she was some freak of nature. Of course, if anyone insulted Kira, they would soon regret it, because her father was obviously a god. He wasn't 'The God'. But he had god status, therefore he was extremely high ranking through out everyone else.
The teacher seemed to have regained her composure, and she swiftly pointed to a near-by seat. Kira gathered up her bag, and scurried down the line of students. Many of the boys in the class turned to see her go down the isle, and many of the girls got looks on their faces like they were ready to kill.
Kira chose to ignore the sudden outburst of hate upon her, and pulled out a pen and a notepad to do notes with. She suddenly felt a tap one her shoulder. Instinctively, her eyes turned a fire color, and were practically dancing with anger and nervousness. She whipped around only to face a young boy behind her. He had white/blond hair, and the most gorgeous eyes she had ever looked upon.
"Yes?" she asked politely, changing her eye color to, oh lets say, a deep forest green.
The boy gulped unsteadily.
"Yes, I noticed you took out a notepad and pen. We don't do notes in this class." He said, slightly sniggering, obviously regaining his confidence. Kira sighed, and turned back around. What a jerk! She thought immediately.
"Ok class, I will call upon a couple more students to show me their powers, ah. How about Kira. You're new and it would be a very good change to see someone as, high leveled as you are." Said the teacher. Kira glanced around. Once again every eyeball was on her! She hated this much attention.
"Yes, ok, Kira and, Marik. Please come to the front." Kira got up, and headed to the front, only to be accompanied by the jerk from the behind row. Marik smirked at her, and then faced the class. He seemed willing enough to show his powers.
"Ok, lets save Kira for last, Marik, please go ahead." The teacher instructed. Marik nodded. He then closed his eyes, and chanted a short little sentence, and opened his eyes back again. Kira was confused, what's so great about him? Suddenly, he smiled, baring white fangs, those of a vampire.
He then turned to Kira, still smiling.
"Kira," he said, practically ignoring the lesson. "I heard full blood goddess's cannot die, not matter what." Kira was confused on what he was getting at.
Suddenly, she realized what he was about to do.
The teacher made no move to stop him from biting her. Kira thought that was odd. She then smiled to herself. He didn't know what he was up against.
"You have no clue what your in for!" Kira said. The class was practically on the edge of their seats, eager to see who won this fight. Marik laughed.
"You haven't even transformed yet, how can you expect to beat me?" he asked, coolly.
"I don't need too." Kira said plainly. She suddenly shot her hand out as if stopping Marik, and chanted.
"Amen Akeratsu. Sihon har crie!" she cried out, and Marik was sent flying backwards. He slid on the ground after he had hit it with a harsh impact. Quickly he got back up, and dusted of his shirt. He looked back up at Kira. He decided he wanted to see her in her transformed body, or this wouldn't be a fair fight.
"I'm only going to fight, if you transform." Said Marik, moving a stray piece of hair aside from his eyes. Kira fought the need to laugh. He couldn't win. No being was ever able to beat a god, unless they were an extremely skilled wizard, or it was an other god/goddess.
"Fine by me!" she said. Although transforming was totally unnecessary, she did it anyways. She wanted to see the look on Marik's face after she transformed. Because Kira wasn't just any goddess. She was a descendant of Aphrodite. The goddess of beauty, and she was the most beautiful goddess there ever was. So, thankfully, when Kira transformed, she wouldn't be nearly as beautiful, but still, if you had only a drop of Aphrodites blood in your veins, you were seen as a beauty.
Kira brought her arms up, and closed her eyes. All she had to do was imagine she was a goddess. A blinding white light surrounded her, leaving anyone who looked at it, not being able to see beyond it. Little by little, the white light dissolved, and it left the most beautiful creature in the room.
Kira had on a white ankle length robe, with a golden clip on her hip. Her hair was twisted up into a high bun, but not nearly as tight or neat as the teachers. And a small silver crown was atop her head.
Marik blinked twice and did a double take. That was, Kira? She was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. Not only was his staring a huge giveaway, but Kira noticed this, and took it as an advantage.
"Now, you see. Me looking like this won't help. It makes no difference really!" Kira laughed, folding her arms. Marik only grinned. As her arms were folded, he took the time to notice, she was just standing there, and a vampire had lightning speed. So he decided to use a very old move on her, to get to her neck. He waited until, she blinked. It was at that split of a split second that Kira was unaware of her surroundings.
Marik waited, and waited, and he suddenly saw it in her eyes. They were getting watery. She was about to blink. Marik jumped up so fast to her neck, you would miss it in a blink of an eye, and that's just what Kira did. She screamed as he wrapped his arms around her shoulder, and plunged his teeth into her tanned skin of her neck.
Marik held her down firmly, and came back up, a smile on his face. He wiped his lips, and flashed Kira an evil look.
"You'll regret doing that Marik!" yelled Kira, touching her neck and it instantly healed. She glared daggers at him. She suddenly, in the blink of an eye, transformed back to her usual self, and took her seat once again. Marik smirked and followed her.
"Hello?" she asked, politely as possible. A young girl, no older than 17, walked in. She didn't look like she had any special powers about her. She carried a backpack, and held some books in her hands.
"May I help you?" asked the teacher, wondering who this was. The girl nodded, than spoke.
"I am Kira, and I was told, I was in this class." She said. Kira had long brown hair that fell just below her shoulders, and it was clipped behind her ear with the most beautiful clip. It looked like pure gold.
"Oh yes! I was told I was to have a new student today!" beamed the teacher, pulling on Kira's arm to come forward.
"Now, first, I need to know what your ability is, so I can place you with the correct lesson plan." Stated the teacher, grabbing a brand new folder.
Kira glanced nervously around the class. Everyone had their eyes on her. One group in particular though, where whispering about her. Kira attempted to ignore the vacant looks she was getting, but found it hard.
"Ok, Kira, can you please tell me?" asked the teacher again. Kira snapped back into reality. She didn't want to tell everyone what, more like who, she was. She knew everyone else in the class had a special ability of transforming into whatever he/she was. Some people had only powers, and some had a full ability.
For example. Some students had the power to change the weather, and in a very, very, very extremely rare situation would you find someone who could tell the future. Some people had immortality. The minute they sold their soul to the devil, they received a portrait that aged in the times, unlike they did. Once they looked upon the portrait, they would immediately transform back into what they would normally be, and some would be immortal for so long, that they would just shrivel up and die.
But, for some of the more lucky people, they had a whole different body, personality, life. Some would be fairies, nymphs or angels. Some could be witches or wizards. There were a couple of vampires and werewolves, but not many. And very seldom would there be an elf or relative to mother nature. But Kira was the most rare of them all. Even more rare then those who could tell the future. Even better than being immortal, because your soul didn't have to be sold to the devil. Kira had practically every power she wanted to have, because she was a goddess.
A goddess was the most high ranking status, apart from God himself. She wasn't half god, or step god. She was pure, 100% goddess. She was born into the family of the Ahtkens, and made immortal for ever, and a goddess for eternity.
Now, this was why Kira didn't want to tell everyone who she was. To much attention. But it seemed like she had no choice.
"I-I'm a goddess." She said quietly. She was suddenly aware of all the eyes that were on her. It was like a ton of bricks just waiting to pummel her.
Kira twitched nervously as she glanced at the teacher. She too was gaping at her like she was some freak of nature. Of course, if anyone insulted Kira, they would soon regret it, because her father was obviously a god. He wasn't 'The God'. But he had god status, therefore he was extremely high ranking through out everyone else.
The teacher seemed to have regained her composure, and she swiftly pointed to a near-by seat. Kira gathered up her bag, and scurried down the line of students. Many of the boys in the class turned to see her go down the isle, and many of the girls got looks on their faces like they were ready to kill.
Kira chose to ignore the sudden outburst of hate upon her, and pulled out a pen and a notepad to do notes with. She suddenly felt a tap one her shoulder. Instinctively, her eyes turned a fire color, and were practically dancing with anger and nervousness. She whipped around only to face a young boy behind her. He had white/blond hair, and the most gorgeous eyes she had ever looked upon.
"Yes?" she asked politely, changing her eye color to, oh lets say, a deep forest green.
The boy gulped unsteadily.
"Yes, I noticed you took out a notepad and pen. We don't do notes in this class." He said, slightly sniggering, obviously regaining his confidence. Kira sighed, and turned back around. What a jerk! She thought immediately.
"Ok class, I will call upon a couple more students to show me their powers, ah. How about Kira. You're new and it would be a very good change to see someone as, high leveled as you are." Said the teacher. Kira glanced around. Once again every eyeball was on her! She hated this much attention.
"Yes, ok, Kira and, Marik. Please come to the front." Kira got up, and headed to the front, only to be accompanied by the jerk from the behind row. Marik smirked at her, and then faced the class. He seemed willing enough to show his powers.
"Ok, lets save Kira for last, Marik, please go ahead." The teacher instructed. Marik nodded. He then closed his eyes, and chanted a short little sentence, and opened his eyes back again. Kira was confused, what's so great about him? Suddenly, he smiled, baring white fangs, those of a vampire.
He then turned to Kira, still smiling.
"Kira," he said, practically ignoring the lesson. "I heard full blood goddess's cannot die, not matter what." Kira was confused on what he was getting at.
Suddenly, she realized what he was about to do.
The teacher made no move to stop him from biting her. Kira thought that was odd. She then smiled to herself. He didn't know what he was up against.
"You have no clue what your in for!" Kira said. The class was practically on the edge of their seats, eager to see who won this fight. Marik laughed.
"You haven't even transformed yet, how can you expect to beat me?" he asked, coolly.
"I don't need too." Kira said plainly. She suddenly shot her hand out as if stopping Marik, and chanted.
"Amen Akeratsu. Sihon har crie!" she cried out, and Marik was sent flying backwards. He slid on the ground after he had hit it with a harsh impact. Quickly he got back up, and dusted of his shirt. He looked back up at Kira. He decided he wanted to see her in her transformed body, or this wouldn't be a fair fight.
"I'm only going to fight, if you transform." Said Marik, moving a stray piece of hair aside from his eyes. Kira fought the need to laugh. He couldn't win. No being was ever able to beat a god, unless they were an extremely skilled wizard, or it was an other god/goddess.
"Fine by me!" she said. Although transforming was totally unnecessary, she did it anyways. She wanted to see the look on Marik's face after she transformed. Because Kira wasn't just any goddess. She was a descendant of Aphrodite. The goddess of beauty, and she was the most beautiful goddess there ever was. So, thankfully, when Kira transformed, she wouldn't be nearly as beautiful, but still, if you had only a drop of Aphrodites blood in your veins, you were seen as a beauty.
Kira brought her arms up, and closed her eyes. All she had to do was imagine she was a goddess. A blinding white light surrounded her, leaving anyone who looked at it, not being able to see beyond it. Little by little, the white light dissolved, and it left the most beautiful creature in the room.
Kira had on a white ankle length robe, with a golden clip on her hip. Her hair was twisted up into a high bun, but not nearly as tight or neat as the teachers. And a small silver crown was atop her head.
Marik blinked twice and did a double take. That was, Kira? She was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. Not only was his staring a huge giveaway, but Kira noticed this, and took it as an advantage.
"Now, you see. Me looking like this won't help. It makes no difference really!" Kira laughed, folding her arms. Marik only grinned. As her arms were folded, he took the time to notice, she was just standing there, and a vampire had lightning speed. So he decided to use a very old move on her, to get to her neck. He waited until, she blinked. It was at that split of a split second that Kira was unaware of her surroundings.
Marik waited, and waited, and he suddenly saw it in her eyes. They were getting watery. She was about to blink. Marik jumped up so fast to her neck, you would miss it in a blink of an eye, and that's just what Kira did. She screamed as he wrapped his arms around her shoulder, and plunged his teeth into her tanned skin of her neck.
Marik held her down firmly, and came back up, a smile on his face. He wiped his lips, and flashed Kira an evil look.
"You'll regret doing that Marik!" yelled Kira, touching her neck and it instantly healed. She glared daggers at him. She suddenly, in the blink of an eye, transformed back to her usual self, and took her seat once again. Marik smirked and followed her.