It had been two weeks since I had finished the exam, and I as I sat in my room playing with a coin on the desk, rolling the coin over the surface. "... Beware beware for the Dragonborn comes..." I sang to my self.

The door to the room opened and Naomasa walked in. "I got your letter from UA." He handed it to me. I looked at the wax sealed envelope before breaking the seal and taking out the letter.

"Amavera Essori, due to you obvious lack of knowledge with our technology, I, Principle Nezu, has chosen to send you a regular letter to inform you of your exam results. Your clear experience helped you with the physical tests and your homeschooling has brought you up too speed on the subjects of regular study. Enclosed is a list of the supplies needed for the school year." I read the letter out loud. Inside was several sheets of paper. "Please send your weapons ahead with Naomasa, and do send in the details for your hero costume."

I set them down before I picked up my sword, the mirror finish marred by scratches from battle. 'How is everyone back home?' I asked myself. I just sighed to myself as I sheathed the blade. The clack of the blade and scabbard brining me back to Jorrvaskr.

'I'll find a way back home...'


Chapter 4: Class 1-A

I walked onto the school, the grey and green uniform with a custom hood to keep my face out of the light. I made my way inside, following a short directory to my class, 1-A. My foot falls lost in the sound of the school. 'School... I haven't been a part of any sort of school since I was in Bruma.' I had visited the College of Winterhold, but i preferred to practice my own magic on, well, my own. Vampiric Necromancy wasn't exactly a skill I told many back in Skyrim.

I had learned a few destruction and conjuration spells as well but as a member of the companions I mostly used martial skills. As I walked through the halls I spotted up ahead a head of green hair. When the crowd parted I realized who it was. "Midoriya." I said as I caught up with him.

"Essori." He nearly jumped out of his skin.

"I see you got in." I said to him, "What happened to make that happen?"

"Oh, they were r-ranking us on more t-then just beating faux Villains, but h-how we reacted to others in danger. T-that's how I got in." He said, a bright blush on his face. He whispered something to himself. "Oh, that's right, I didn't ask you last time, what's your quirk."

"Vampire." I said as I walked past him to the class door.

"Y-you can't be serious." He said.

"I am. Everything a Vampire can do, I can do." I said before showing my fangs, we walked in silence as we reached the door. I opened it and the first thing I heard was...

"Fuck you four eyes! I am the best one here!" A blonde red eyed student yelled at a dark blue haired boy who stood a fair bit taller.

Midoriya seemed to stop. "Not those two..." He said shaking.

"Something wrong?" I asked.

"The blonde one is Bakugo... we know each other." The way he said it told me there was more to it. "I met the guy with glasses in the entrance exam... he's intense..."

Bakugo looked over, and it was like a switch went off in him, got to his feet. "Deku. You best just be lost on your way to the general studies class." His glare held such hatred.

"Kacchan... I am in this class." Midoriya said softly, making Bakugo stomp over.

"Deku, you weak pathehmmph!" He grabbed my arm as I raised up into the air my hand clamped over his mouth.

"Your going to be a hero?" I asked him deathly cold as I pulled my hood down, my fiery gold and orange eyes glared into his. "What kind of hero puts the weak, the ones they are supposed to defend down?" I asked. "Do you have no honor?"

"GRHHPH!" From his palms explosion's of flames tried to burn my skin, I barely flinched, drauger had stronger flames. My grip tightend on his face, my claw like fingernails drawing blood.

I dropped him to the ground. "You have no clue what it means to be a hero."

"Essori..." Midoriya tired to step in front of me. But I gently pushed him to the side.

"Let me make this clear, there will always be someone better. Ego will get you killed." I walked past him.

"You bitch! Nobody talks to gak!" He was flat on his back and I stood over him, a bruise forming on his face.

"What just happened?" I heard some people ask, "It was like a blur..."

"She just knocked him out." I heard a pink haired, skinned girl with horns and black and gold eyes say.

"That's taking it too far!" I looked at the blue haired boy. "As rude as he was..."

"Don't try talking to me about what's right and wrong. He insulted me and a fellow student, and used his quirk on me." I picked the boy up and slumped him over his desk as he was coming too.

The glasses wearing boy sighed. "Alright, I believe we got on the wrong foot, I am Tenya Iida." He added his middle school for some reason.

"Amavera Essori." I said.

"Essori, you shouldn't use your quirk even if he did."

"I didn't use my quirk."

Several people were taken aback by this. "She... didn't use her quirk."

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I would like to sit down." I walked past him to my desk next to the pink skinned girl.

"Essori was it?" She asked.

"Yes." I pulled the hood over my head.

"I'm Mina Ashido." She smiled widely.

She had a very... bubbly voice. I looked at my classmates, I saw Momo near the back, the half red half white haired student from the recommended exam, a girl with purple hair, and earphone jacks coming from her ears, a boy with six arms connected by a flesh webbing, a blue mask on his face and white styled hair over one eye, and girl that was completely invisible aside from her clothes, a blonde haired boy with tail, and another boy with yellow hair with a black lightning streak on one side.

A girl with green hair and frog like features sat at her desk, a boy had the head of a bird, over by the door a round faced cheerful girl was talking with Midoriya and Iida. A boy with a scar over one eye and bright red hair glanced at me, a large lipped tall boy stood by his desk, a hand running through his hair. A boy with straight black hair and large round elbows was talking with his fellow class mates. A blonde boy with styled hair seemed to sparkle, he had a belt with a lens in the center of it.

And lastly... "Hey, babe." I looked down at a child sized boy, purple balls on his head. "You know, it was pretty hot the way you dealt with that hot head." I wanted to squirm from how his eyes seemed to eat me up, which only made want to punch me.

I took in a breath. "Leave me alone. I won't warn you a second time." The same dark presence seemed to loom over me again. The feeling of being seen as... a object to something else's pleasure.

It was almost enough to make me feel sick.

"Oh, please, I can show you a good time." He pressed on.

Mina spoke up. "She said to leave her alone creep."

"Alright..." He backed off, but he kept his eye on us.

"So, you look really young... how old are you?" Mina asked me.

"Fifteen. My quirk basically stopped my aging when I was thirteen." I looked away from her.

She didn't seem to get the hint. "Oh, that's so cool!" She said happily. I looked back at her my eyes flicking down to her... well compared to mine plank of a chest... large assets. "Ooooh... I guess being stuck as basically a preteen sucks."

'You have no idea...' I thought to myself, before looking back at her eyes. "It... has it's downsides." I said.

"Everyone sit down." A yellow log shuffled into the room, from a hole near the top was Aizawa's face. As everyone made their way to their seats he looked us over. "That took a full fifteen seconds, fifteen seconds too long. You are training t be heroes, you must act without delay."

I sat at my desk in silence. My lack of my own of a heartbeat making his words all the louder to me. 'Kodlak would agree with that.' I thought to myself.

"I am Shota Aizawa. Your homeroom teacher. It is my job to train you to be the heroes of tomorrow." He said. "In the back of the class there is boxes full of PE gear, grab yours and meet me outside in the field." He drank from a packet from his sleeping bag, his tried eyes still focusing on us.

the brown haired girl that talked with Midoriya spoke up. "Sir, what about orientation? It's the first day."

"If you are so concerned about meaningless ceremonies, then you have no place in this class." He said as he stepped out of the bag.

I grabbed my gear, a set with a built in hood and followed the rest of the girls to the change room where I sat in the corner by my self. When everyone else was distracted I quickly changed, hiding my many my many battle scars, while I still had my mother's browned golden skin, it was a mere pale shadow of what it should be due to my curse. Picking up my blood bottle I walked out of the change room while pulling the hood low.

Outside I raised a hand to keep the blazing sun out of my eyes. The burning sensation on my exposed skin irritated me as my classmates joined me in a loose half circle around Aizawa. "Alright we are doing your quirk examination. The publicly funded schools refuse to accept that not all quirks are equal, if we are to bring out your maximum potential then we must treat you all individually." Aizawa explained. "These tests are designed to determine if you are worth the effort."

'I see, weed out the whelps before they can get themselves killed.' I thought to myself. 'I know that all too well...'


Sorry for the delay on this chapter.