Once inside, Kira noticed the rest of the class giving her the silent
treatment. As if she even cared, she didn't intend on making friends with
people who thought she was a freak. Upon sitting down, Kira noticed some
writing on her desk.
Freak! Kira put her arms over top of the name, and ignored it. Marik sat down behind her, and tapped her on the shoulder.
"Just ignore them, they're jealous just because you're a goddess." Assured Marik, pulling his hand back. Kira nodded, and turned back to the front of the class.
"Class, I have decided to do something a little more, different." Said the teacher, rummaging through her bags for something. The class almost seemed to, perk up. The teacher than came back up holding a tiny vile. The class then started to murmur to each other, wondering what she could be up to.
"I know what all of you are thinking, that this is some kind of magic potion that will lead you to great success, but it is more than that." The class suddenly grew silent, as if clinging onto every word that came out of the teachers mouth.
"It will, lets say, transform you into, your real self!" she said, barely above a whisper, but the entire class heard her. She then smirked.
"I also know what all of you are thinking now. You think you know what you truly are, but it's what your ancestors were, that makes you what you really are. You may not have that power or the high status, but you have the knowing, the fact you know you are more than meets the eye." She said this all once again, in barely a whisper.
Kira looked nervously over to Marik. What if I'm not really a goddess? She thought anxiously. Marik only gave her thumbs up. Kira tried to press a smile, but it looked like a lope sided smirk.
The first few students went to have a drop of the vile's contents on their wrists. Many of the students were descendents of an elf, or a fairy. Not very many were from wizards of witches, and there wasn't a single one yet that was a god/goddess. Next, it was Marik's turn. Kira watched him go up, and let the teacher pour a drop of the contents onto his wrist. Unlike the other students, he cringed in pain. The teacher gasped, and quickly went to wipe off the liquid from his wrist. He was then sent back to his desk.
"Class, many of you must think there is something weird going on here with Marik, but, if I may insist, Kira, please come up." Kira glanced nervously around. Many eyes were upon her, and many of them didn't look very happy. She carefully made her way to the front of the class, and turned to face its pupils.
"Now, you all observed how Marik was in pain when the liquid touched his wrist, well, lets see how many of you can figure this one out." She said slyly. With a flick of her wrist, the teacher grabbed Kira's arm, and slowly began to tilt the vile. Kira was shaking, what's going on? The minute the liquid released its death grip from the rim of the vile, it plummeted towards Kira's wrist, and the minute it hit her, she screamed out in pain. It was like searing hot knives being jabbed through her wrists a thousand times over. The teacher quickly pulled the vile away, and shoved Kira back to the direction of her desk.
Only one hand shot up in the air. It was Marik's.
"I know why I felt the pain, as well did Kira." Said Marik.
"Go on then." Said the teacher, grinning madly.
"Well, when the potion hit my wrist, it burned, burned like you wouldn't believe. It must have been a very strong potion, because for a vampire to actually feel pain, takes a lot of effort! The reason Kira screamed out, was because she can't take as much pain as I can. So it hurt her a lot more than it did me. And the only reason she screamed out, was because her family was direct descendant of a god, or any other god for that matter. And the only reason it hurt her was because a gods/goddess's skin is sensitive to the touch of very strong elixirs or potions. Gods don't need potions to heel, or anything for that matter, so it literally kills to have to feel or drink one. And so, the only reason it hurt me, unlike everyone else, is because I'm a descendant of a god." Marik ended more quietly than he started.
He felt every eye upon him, including Kira's, whose eyes were much larger than everyone else's. Marik slowly sat down, regretting that he ever explained that to the class.
Kira quickly turned around, and scribbled down a quick note, and transferred it to Marik as a couple of other students went up.
Marik grabbed the piece of ripped ruler paper, and read it in his mind.
Meet me after school by the front doors, I think today is the best day for you to come riding with me. -Kira
TBC
Lola: sorry its shorter folks!
k-bunny: no shes not, throw rocks at her!!
Lola: don't MAKE me come over there!
k-bunny: ok, then I'll just move further away!! Lola: w/e
Freak! Kira put her arms over top of the name, and ignored it. Marik sat down behind her, and tapped her on the shoulder.
"Just ignore them, they're jealous just because you're a goddess." Assured Marik, pulling his hand back. Kira nodded, and turned back to the front of the class.
"Class, I have decided to do something a little more, different." Said the teacher, rummaging through her bags for something. The class almost seemed to, perk up. The teacher than came back up holding a tiny vile. The class then started to murmur to each other, wondering what she could be up to.
"I know what all of you are thinking, that this is some kind of magic potion that will lead you to great success, but it is more than that." The class suddenly grew silent, as if clinging onto every word that came out of the teachers mouth.
"It will, lets say, transform you into, your real self!" she said, barely above a whisper, but the entire class heard her. She then smirked.
"I also know what all of you are thinking now. You think you know what you truly are, but it's what your ancestors were, that makes you what you really are. You may not have that power or the high status, but you have the knowing, the fact you know you are more than meets the eye." She said this all once again, in barely a whisper.
Kira looked nervously over to Marik. What if I'm not really a goddess? She thought anxiously. Marik only gave her thumbs up. Kira tried to press a smile, but it looked like a lope sided smirk.
The first few students went to have a drop of the vile's contents on their wrists. Many of the students were descendents of an elf, or a fairy. Not very many were from wizards of witches, and there wasn't a single one yet that was a god/goddess. Next, it was Marik's turn. Kira watched him go up, and let the teacher pour a drop of the contents onto his wrist. Unlike the other students, he cringed in pain. The teacher gasped, and quickly went to wipe off the liquid from his wrist. He was then sent back to his desk.
"Class, many of you must think there is something weird going on here with Marik, but, if I may insist, Kira, please come up." Kira glanced nervously around. Many eyes were upon her, and many of them didn't look very happy. She carefully made her way to the front of the class, and turned to face its pupils.
"Now, you all observed how Marik was in pain when the liquid touched his wrist, well, lets see how many of you can figure this one out." She said slyly. With a flick of her wrist, the teacher grabbed Kira's arm, and slowly began to tilt the vile. Kira was shaking, what's going on? The minute the liquid released its death grip from the rim of the vile, it plummeted towards Kira's wrist, and the minute it hit her, she screamed out in pain. It was like searing hot knives being jabbed through her wrists a thousand times over. The teacher quickly pulled the vile away, and shoved Kira back to the direction of her desk.
Only one hand shot up in the air. It was Marik's.
"I know why I felt the pain, as well did Kira." Said Marik.
"Go on then." Said the teacher, grinning madly.
"Well, when the potion hit my wrist, it burned, burned like you wouldn't believe. It must have been a very strong potion, because for a vampire to actually feel pain, takes a lot of effort! The reason Kira screamed out, was because she can't take as much pain as I can. So it hurt her a lot more than it did me. And the only reason she screamed out, was because her family was direct descendant of a god, or any other god for that matter. And the only reason it hurt her was because a gods/goddess's skin is sensitive to the touch of very strong elixirs or potions. Gods don't need potions to heel, or anything for that matter, so it literally kills to have to feel or drink one. And so, the only reason it hurt me, unlike everyone else, is because I'm a descendant of a god." Marik ended more quietly than he started.
He felt every eye upon him, including Kira's, whose eyes were much larger than everyone else's. Marik slowly sat down, regretting that he ever explained that to the class.
Kira quickly turned around, and scribbled down a quick note, and transferred it to Marik as a couple of other students went up.
Marik grabbed the piece of ripped ruler paper, and read it in his mind.
Meet me after school by the front doors, I think today is the best day for you to come riding with me. -Kira
TBC
Lola: sorry its shorter folks!
k-bunny: no shes not, throw rocks at her!!
Lola: don't MAKE me come over there!
k-bunny: ok, then I'll just move further away!! Lola: w/e