For my Final Mika Story, I was going to do Charmed... Issue there? It is way to easy to be OP in that world. Cole proved that in Season Five. So I wanted to make a story that was actually a challenge. Vampire Diaries/Originals was the next idea but again that would be easy to be OP, especailly when you use Mika's personality. This series though... it is much easier to ensure that Mika is not OP but still interesting.
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He should have known shit would go sideways today, after all he was horrifically sick and it was his first day of college. It was supposed to be a glorious day, after all it is not everyday a fourteen year old child got into an Amazing college with a full ride. Washington University of Missouri was an amazing school with many great majors. Mika was here to obtain his bachelors in Science, Political Science and Mythology. Ambitious true, but Mika wanted as many options available to him. Maybe he would be a politician, maybe he would be a scientist of some sorts... Who knew? Hell, maybe he would work in a Muesem once he was older, giving him something to be passionate about? Regardless of what he did, Mika wanted options.
It was supposed to be wonderful...
In spite of his sickness, Mika made his way through the crowd and hurried to his first class, Economics 650. He had about ten minutes before the class started, but he wanted to get into the class early enough to get settled and find a good seat. He hated being in the back, and he hated being right in front. Both spots that always tended to be taken, which was pretty good for him, but most classes tended to be forty or so strong so any decent seat would be taken much to his irritation.
' Ah, a good seat!' Excited, Mika hurried down, sitting down and pulling out his books. ' Alrighty, time to learn!'
It took about ten minutes before the Professor came in, a little late, but she barreled in looking a little frazzled. She was a short, squat women with loose honey colored hair, dressed in jeans and a RedCross Tshirt. "Alright everyone, pull out your notebooks and get ready. I have some rules and you need to write then down."
He didn't even get the chance to open his notebook before the door was open with a cold wind. A Tall man walked in, a haunted air to his presence. He was dark skinned, the color of the night sky but across his brow was a beautiful tattoo. A Dark Blue Crescent was the center of the the man's forehead, but surrounding it was two pocket watches with their chains swirling around the Crescent. He radiated power like cold heat, it filled the room and made everyone gasp.
Mika followed suit then let his head slammed into the desk. He was the only person of age to become a fledgling, no one else came close in age. They were all Nineteen, Twenty and so on. More so, he was sick, like a cold and stomach bug all at once. Everyone knew that this was the first sign of becoming a fledgling...
Standing, Mika turned towards the Tracker and waited for the words that would change his future.
Mika Shreeve, Night has chosen thee; thy death will be thy birth. Night calls to thee, hearken to her sweet voice. Your destiny awaits you at the House of Night." With palm raised, something shimmery shot from him and slammed into Mika's forehead. He collapsed immediately...
And then he woke up, snapping into consciousness without hesitation. Fear filled the room, making it stink. Everyone looked at him with something similar to fear, many with hate. One boy was fingering a cross on his neck, hate and terror filled every single cell in his body. Mika didn't care, he was expecting this.
With a sigh, Mika grabbed his supplies and made his way out of the class, not bothering to speak to anyone.
He knew where he had to go.
Tower Grove House of Night, a place of beauty and power that everyone feared and revered.
The place of his destiny.
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Two Taxis later and Mika found himself at the Tower Grove House of Night. It was immensely beautiful, filled with the sounds of the overly polluted Mississippi river and the scent of Night blooming Jasmine. and yet it filled him with anger beyond reason. The anger sizzled beneath the surface, but he held fast. It was common knowledge that the Vampryes were not to be trifled with, they would feel his anger and who knew how they would lash out.
' I know how they would lash out... distrust. I am male, which means I am nothing. A Warrior or Poet, nothing else is allowed for men of this society... that was why I was so glad to have not been chosen...' He cursed internally as he walked into the House of Night. He knew alot about vampryes, unlike most Humans he found then interesting and knew that if he wanted to get into Politics he would have to deal with Vampyres.' I am damned to live in this overly religious trash heap for the next four years, and even then I might die at any time just because of a freak gene or Goddess of Night.'
Dreading and hating every single step, Mika took in deep breathes and felt much more at ease. The Pheromones of the Adults Vampyres in the House of Night halting the affects of his bodies degeneration at the hands of the Change.
'MREOW!" Mika flinched, the sound of several cats shot across the courtyard.
' Cats... familars to Vampyres... they roam every where and yet it does not smell like a litterbox. That's one perk I guess.'
After a few minutes, Mika found a large temple, clearly where they worshiped the Goddess. Sighing, Mika raised his hand and knocked on the doors. The sound echoed for a moment before it opened slowly, with two very sleepy women appeared. Two Vampyres... Acolytes, he knew. They had an air of power, it made his hair rise, but it was not as powerful as what he imagined would be found around a High Priestess.
" What are you doing here, Chil... Child." Their eyes widened, looking at him in shock. " Oh, I am sorry child... we shall get Pandeia, our High Priestess. She will want to welcome you. " Without hesitating, they practically dragged him inside. A Strange shiver washed over his skin, like walking through cobwebs.
'What was that...' A little confused, he barely tried to resist their tugging. ' Hatred of religion aside, this temple is gorgeous. Marble walls, lavender incense, beautiful white candles. Very pretty indeed.'
In a bustle he found himself sitting in a lounge in the back of the Temple, waiting for a Pandeia. As he sat, one of the Acolytes, a pretty Indian ( Dot, not feather) girl with Arabic scripture weaving a pretty pattern towards the Crecent surrounding her chakra, started chatting at him. " Welcome to our House of Night, My name is Binidi. I'm an-"
" Acolyte, a Priestess in training. I am aware." He didn't mean to be rude but he wasn't in the mood for much chitchat. " I wanted to be a politican, so I studied up on Vampyres. "
The Acolyte blinked, a little confused and shocked. " Oh... well. that's good. Most Fledglings know very little about our society, My parents taught me nothing about Vampyres before we moved to America and the Schools I went through taught basically nothing as well. "
' Might as well be cordial, I don't think it would be smart to piss her off.' Managing a small smile, Mika held out his arm. " It is nice to meet you Bindi, My name Is MIka Shreeve."
The Lovely lady smiled, reached for his hand in a human greeting. Deciding it was better to suck up a little, Mika moved forward and gripped her forearm in the traditional greeting. " Merry Met, Priestess."
" So you are aware of our ways, I do believe that will make your time here far easier. " Mika and Bindi both turned to the source of the voice. It was a women, tall and regal with soft step. She was old, is vampyre, maybe three hundred years old. He knew this only because she appeared nearly forty years old. Most Vamps, from what he read, aged the human equivalent of 1 year for every five. This would put her at roughly seventy five, if she started her transition around fifteen. " Merry Met, Child. My name is Pandia and I have been the High Priestess here for nigh on two centuries. It is an honor to meet you."
She held her arm out and they gripped each other in the traditional manner. " Mika Shreeve, and the Honor is mutual."
Her smile was radiant and he could actually feel her power. It was like standing in front of a heater, only it seemed to seep into his body, into his soul if such a thing existed.
" I do believe you will do well here, child. Now since it is your first day here, literally in fact since it is noon, I do believe it is time to give you a new name. What name would you like to keep from this point onward?"
' Huh... I want to be rid of Shreeve, too many bad memories.' Mulling over the words, Mika knew what he wanted to use. " Mika Khione. Named from the Goddess of Snow. I always liked her character in mythology."
" Then you shall be called Mika Kihone from this point onward, So Mote it be!' Wanting to roll his eyes at that cliche statement, a shiver stopped him. He could literally feel the words as they washed over his skin. " Now, I do believe it would be best for you to get some rest. I will lead you to your new room. We have been expecting you afterall."
A little uneasy at that statement, Mika followed suit. It was now that he felt eyes on him, not many but some. He couldn't tell their location but he knew there source. Warriors of Erebus, they were the Warriors of the Vampyres and watched over them. Apparently they watching him now.
' Great... College gone, I am stuck in an overly religious craphole that denigrates men and I might die in the next four years... just fucking peachy.'
Shaking his head, he followed Pandeia to the dorms.
At least if he was going to die, it would be in a pretty place.
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This is going to be fun to write, I aim for slow growth with actual purpose and not overwhelming status. It is going to be fun...
Love, your Ninja Overlord,
Mika, SPN.
