It was a new school year at the White Thorne Academy for Prosperous Young Men, a prestigious boarding school hidden away in a lightly inhabited region of America. Most of the students were inside or at the door greeting their old friends. A boy with red hair was walking up the heavily gardened path to the school, followed closely by his parents. He was slouching down so as to hide his height, he was pretty tall for his age, he got it from his dad. When he slouched, he didn't look nearly as big. He had a backpack slung over his right shoulder and a large duffel bag in his left hand. He wore a slouchy sweatshirt, baggy torn jeans and skater shoes. The path was made of cobblestone, not wide enough for cars. It was lined with bushes of flowers of all kinds. The trees created a canopy that allowed minimal sunlight in. It was a human's paradise, and a human's only school, but this red haired boy hid a secret. Was he human? No, of course not. People thought that talking to his race was taboo, so they segregated them. He thought he was the only one here, and that he should be careful of his secret. His father had instilled this into him since he could understand words. Oh, how his father hated him. His mother, however, was a different story. She loved him with all her heart.

"Ogron, wait!" she yelled after him, he was trying exceptionally hard to get away from them. His father hung back. For all he cared, the kid could run to China.

"What do you want?" He said a bit harsh as he snapped his head around to look at her. She was in front of him, her hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath. His dad caught up right as the mom felt better.

"Aren't you going to say goodbye to us?" She asked.

"Why should you care? I heard you two talking!" He yelled at her. She was surprised and looked at her husband who simply shrugged his shoulders. "I know you just sent me here because you can't bear to have me in your house anymore. I heard it all," he turned to his father and lowered his voice. "Especially you! Wizards are hateful beings, huh? Whatever. You've hated me since I was born, did you think I didn't know or something? You never gave me a chance so I'm not giving you a chance to make up for it. Seem fair?" His mom had tears falling from her eyes. "You hate me because I'm not a paladin like you. I don't care anymore, never expect to get a letter from me and don't bother coming to visit," he said as he stormed off. The mother was now bawling her eyes out while the father with a stone cold heart tried to comfort her.

"Pay him no mind, my dear," he said. She looked up at him; her once beautiful face twisted into a look of anguish. Her only son hated her, a mother's worst nightmare. "Wizards are naturally hateful beings," he said darkly as he led her away from the school and his treacherous son. That was the last time the boy saw his parents. He didn't care. To this day he still doesn't care. As he walked up the courtyard, he caught the attention of a few of the prep school idiots he wished he didn't have to interact with. They were talking about him, he could tell, but he didn't know what they were saying.

"Hey, that's that guy who's transferring in this year," one said.

"What grade is he in?" another asked.

"9th, same as us," yet another said.

"Did you hear him yelling at his parents? Dang, how is he so loud?" Someone walked over and asked.

"I don't know, man." The first guy said. They weren't making fun of him and they had no intentions to. He seemed like a cool guy. The boy who seemed to be the leader of them all hadn't talked yet. He was watching the newcomer intently. Something was different about him, he could tell. He decided to talk to him as he came by.

"Hey, what's up?" he said as he put an elbow on Ogron's shoulder, stopping him. He looked up at this kid who stopped him, sizing him up. Yup, he could take him down easy. He already had magic training, wizards get it from age 5 to age 10.

"Nothing," Ogron said. His hair was hiding his beautiful blue eyes he got from his mother to the point where no one could really see them well. They looked like an endless crystal ocean and people easily fell in, drowning in his enchanting gaze. This made hypnosis spells ridiculously easy.

"Dude, I heard you having a shouting match with the 'rents, what was the problem?" He looked up at the school building.

"Eh, they sent me here because my dad hates me. Who knows why," he said, but he knew full well why. All the guys looked at each other, this kid truly belonged there.

"Don't let it get you down."

"I really don't care," he was referring to this dip shit on his shoulder and his advice, but they took it as not caring about his parents.

"That's the spirit, you should know something," he said as he poked his chest. He snapped his hand back; he hadn't anticipated how hard his muscles were. "No one here chooses to come; they only make these fancy boarding schools as big daycare centers for parents who want a break from their kids." Ogron looked at him with a bored face. He truly didn't care. He didn't want to be here. He knew everything that this school could teach him, he was smarter than most college graduates. He was FAR smarter than these pathetic dumbbells.

"Kay," he said as he began to walk away, but the leader stopped him again. Ogron was getting tired of this.

"As far as I'm concerned, you're a friend of ours, right guys?" Everyone agreed with him. Ogron didn't understand their simple human brains. How was he their friend if he didn't like them? "Name's Ricky, nice to meet you," leader boy said.

"Ogron," he said. "Nice to meet you." Everyone looked at him with curious faces.

"What a name," one guy said.

"You got a problem with it?" Ogron snapped his head around to face him. His hair came out of his eyes, showing their startling color.

"Nah, it's all good," Ricky said. "But dude, your eyes are crazy awesome."

"Thanks," Ogron said as he flipped his hair back into his face, obscuring them again.

"Just so you know, we're the most popular guys at this school," Ricky said, obviously proud of himself.

"Are you now?" Ogron was very unentertained.

"Right, so just stick with us and you'll get whatever you want from the little people, but a word of advice," He looked him in the eyes. "There are only three guys at this school that you gotta steer clear of." They led him into the building and through groups of 'little people' who all stopped and stared at the new guy who Ricky himself had taken a liking to.

"Wow, something must be great about that guy if he's friends with them," one said.

"Wish I was him," said another. They walked up one set of stairs and turned into a classroom where there were more students.

"Them," Ricky was pointing to three boys who were talking to no one. One had platinum blonde hair and silvery eyes; one had black hair, darker skin and red eyes; and the last had pink hair and golden eyes. He surprised Ogron the most, pink hair and gold eyes? Wow. "Total freaks."

"They look pretty normal to me," Ogron said, noticing something that these twits couldn't.

"They never talk to anyone, not even each other," one of the groupies said.

"Yeah, and they all have weird eyes," said another.

"You got a problem with weird eyes?" Ogron said.

"Well, blue is normal, yours are just brighter," that same guy said. "But theirs? That's just plain creepy."

"The oldest, Gantlos, he's the most normal. He's the Blondie, an eighth grader. Anagan, the guy with darker skin, he's in the same grade but is a few months younger," Ricky said. Gantlos was leaning back and reading while Anagan was resting his head on his left hand and drawing with his right. Then, they all got tense as they started to talk about the last one. "The youngest is completely freakish." Ogron looked at the boy with pink hair, he looked a lot younger. He had his feet up on the desk and was listening to music.

"How so?"

"Well, for starters, his bizarre hair and eyes," one said.

"Seriously, whenever he gets mad those things glow and he starts to growl," said another.

"Yeah, and we've heard the others talk, like in class and stuff, but that guy hasn't talked once since he came here three years ago. His name's Duman, he's in sixth grade." They all got quiet and crowded together for "safety". Ogron looked at them and sighed.

"What's wrong now?" He asked.

"There's been… Rumors…about him," Ricky said, sounding like one of those guys who tell horror stories for a living. Ogron turned towards him. What a teller of tales Ricky was, always ready to spread rumors.

"Rumors like what?" he asked, knowing it would be preposterous. Right as he said it, a crack of thunder rang through the shadowed halls of White Thorne. Everyone freaked out and started talking faster, except for those three guys and Ogron. "Well, what were the rumors?" The popular twats looked at him like he was insane for not being scared, but Ricky spoke anyway. And since when was there a thunderstorm?

"Well, there's a lot about the kid," He said as he put his arm on Ogron's shoulders, pulling him into a range where no one else could hear. "But there're two that stand out from all the rest." Pause for dramatic effect, though none was felt. Ricky looked left. Ricky looked right. He looked Ogron in the eyes. "They say he's a wizard, and get this," He got in even closer, too close for comfort. Ogron already thought that he was, but if people were suspicious then he, the eighth graders and Duman were all in danger. Ricky whispered the next words. "A werewolf!" Another crack of thunder, more scared pansy-boys. Now, it was different. Outside was as dark as night, and in the distance, there was a long howl echoing through the countryside. This scared everyone to the marrow, and they all huddled into their little groups like herded sheep. "Hear that? They say that's his dad, calling for his flesh and blood to return to him."Ogron watched them intently. Something was off about them, and he knew exactly what.

"I think I'm gonna go talk to them," he said. The others looked at him like he was nuts.

"Are you insane?! What if they hurt you or something, or Duman bites you and turns you into one of his were-slaves?!" Ricky asked. So now he had were-slaves. Ogron shrugged his shoulders and started walking.

"They won't," he said. He walked over to Gantlos first with the prep school twits following at a safe distance. "Hey, what's up?" he asked. Gantlos didn't move his gaze from his book, but he answered anyway.

"Nothing." He said, seeming like he didn't want to talk. Ogron pulled up a chair and sat.

"What're you reading," he asked. Gantlos closed the book and showed him the cover, still refusing to move his gaze from the exact spot where it was. The cover was a picture of two golden wolf eyes on its white coat and read "The Sight". "That's a good book, I've read it." Gantlos opened it back up to the page he was at and resumed reading.

"Have you now?" he said in the exact same tone. It was hard for him to believe that this guy read the book if he went to this school.

"Yup, you'll have to tell me what you think of the ending some time," Ogron said. Gantlos didn't answer and Ogron moved on to Anagan. Gantlos was amazed, but he would never show it. This guy was the first who ever tried to actually talk to them. Ogron sat next to Anagan and he didn't react. He was drawing what looked to be an imperial tiger that they used to keep in India. It had a jeweled head piece and neck piece. "That's really good," he said. Anagan looked up at him for a few seconds before he got back to his drawing.

"Thanks," he said. He had begun to shade when he paused and started again. "Why are you talking to us, anyway?"

"Because no one else is," Ogron said. This earned him a grunt from Anagan.

"What a laugh," he said. "Of course no one talks to us, its social suicide. To be honest, I kind of like not talking to these idiots, I really don't need to."

"Trust me, I totally get it," Ogron said through his teeth as he stood up. "You should show me when you finish it."

"Sure thing." Now, Ogron went to the one who interested him most. Duman was still listening to music as Ogron walked over to him. He saw something moving under his hair, it was his ears. They were pointy, like a wolf.

"Maybe there IS some merit to his story," he thought. The ears confused him. As he sat down, he could tell that not only could Duman see him, but he could hear him through his music. It is strange for 'humans' to have such remarkable senses. "Hey, how's it going?" he asked. Duman looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Ogron looked at the screen of Duman's iPod. The song he was listening to was in Gaelic. He decided to take a shot, and the popular idiots were slack jawed and wide eyed- he spoke the language perfectly, accent and everything. They still refused to get near him. Gantlos and Anagan were shocked, too, as they started to have a conversation like any normal people would. No one ever heard Duman talk.

"Dia dhuit (Hello)," Ogron said.

"Dia is Muire dhuit (God and Mary bless you)," Duman replied with a suspicious expression. How on Earth did this guy speak his home language? Most people at this school were too ignorant to learn other languages. When Duman talked, his extremely sharp canine teeth were slightly visible from a distance. Ricky and friends backed up and squished even closer together. This just gave them more basis for those ridiculous claims.

"Conas atà tù (How are you)?" Ogron asked.

"Tàim go maith (I'm well)," he replied.

"Ogron is ainm Dom (My name is Ogron)," he said. "Cad is ainm duit (What is your name)?"

"Duman," he said. "Deas bualadh leat (Nice to meet you)."

"Agus má tá tú chomh maith (And you as well)," he said. "A bhfuil Béarla agat (Do you speak English)?"

"Go líofa, ach tá mé nach I gcéill go bhfuil (Fluently, but I pretend not to)."

"Cénfáth a bhfuil tú a dhéanamh (Why do you do that)?"

"Mar sin an fhágann said Dom féin (So they leave me alone)," Duman said with a laugh. "Go bhfuil said ródúr a thuiscint (They are too stupid to understand me)." They sat laughing for a few seconds, causing the others to wonder what they were saying. Now, his fangs were clear as day. Two on top, two on bottom, sharp as razors, shaped like a wolf's but fit to his face. That wasn't incriminating at all. They looked natural, but terrifying. Those things could do some real damage.

"An-fíor (Very true)," Ogron replied. "Maith, bhí sé deas Ag caint ah thabhairt duit ach ba chóir Dom dul (Well, it was nice talking to you but I should go)."

"Ceart go Leor, beannacht (Ok, goodbye)," Duman said. "Ní mór dúinn labhairt arís roinnt ama (We must talk again sometime)." Ogron put his hand on Duman's shoulder. Duman whipped his head towards Ogron's face, very surprised at what he felt. That familiar sensation of electricity coursing in and out of his body was unmistakable. This guy was a wizard, same as him. Ogron knew that he knew his secret, and his hunch was correct. All three of them were wizards. He smirked knowingly at Duman.

"Take care of yourself," He said in English, and Duman pretended not to know what he meant, but Ogron knew he did. He walked back to Ricky and his friends while Duman just stared his way. They all looked confused. "Well, I know why he doesn't talk."

"Why?" Ricky asked, still in awe.

"He doesn't speak English," he said. Everyone looked even more surprised. They all looked back at Duman who had already put his ear buds back in.

"Well, what does he speak?"

"Gaelic."

"What is that?"

"The traditional language of Ireland, it's his home," he said. "And he isn't a wizard."

"How do you know?" one of his 'friends' asked skeptically.

"With a wizard, there's this weird sensation when you make contact with them, like electricity. I didn't feel it when I touched his shoulder, so he isn't one."

"Well, what about being a werewolf? And the teeth and growling and weird hair and eyes?"

"He's no werewolf. The hair and eyes are genetic, they glow when he's mad because he changes the angle of his head and the light shines on them differently, he growls because he learned that, the teeth are natural for people of Irish descent, I have them too," He put his finger in his mouth and hooked his upper lip, showing that he had a set, but they weren't as sharp. "But I'm a lot of other things too, I'm also older. He's nothing bad." The fangs weren't real, but they were good for throwing suspicion. Metamorphosis took care of that and he would get rid of them later.

"Well, if you say so," someone said. They were interrupted by the loudspeaker, the principal was telling everyone to get to their dorms.

"Which one are you in?" Ricky asked. Ogron looked at the sheet of paper that was mailed to his house.

"D801."

"Hey, me and some of my buddies are across the hall, D802. We can show you the way, White Thorne is pretty big," He said. Ogron had to have seen that one coming.

"Sure," he said, less than enthusiastic about having to be around them more. They walked up to the eighth floor, the very top of White Thorne, and headed towards the dorms. There were boys running back and forth between rooms, chasing friends who had taken things. However, they were avoiding one room in particular: D801. Ricky was confused by this, so he went to look at the listing. As soon as he saw it, the reason was clear.

"Oh," he said darkly. "You're bunking with them." Ogron knew who 'they' without looking. The only people that the entire school was afraid of. The list read "Ogron, Anagan, Gantlos, Duman". When he opened the door the students stopped to watch this poor soul walk to his doom.

"So that's the unlucky dude who has to be with them," one said to the person next to him.

"I would hate to be him," he replied. None of his roommates were in yet, but they had already claimed beds.

"Screw them," Ogron thought. "I have seniority; I could whip their asses if they get mad." He moved the stuff off of the bed near the window and put it on the remaining one, sans magic, of course. This room wasn't half bad, but it was a bit dreary. Like every room, it had stone walls and worn wood floors. There were four twin beds while other rooms had bunks. Each person had a dresser and closet, but in every other room there was only two. Possibly the biggest difference was that there were four bathrooms. Everyone else had to use the community one down the hall. In Ogron's mind, it was quite the coincidence that the only nice room was inhabited by the only wizards in the school, and that they were all together. There were about four thousand students, so that is some good luck. Or someone knew what they were. But if they knew, they would have been kicked out and sent to some god-awful place. He looked out the door to see if anyone was there. Everyone had gone to their rooms to unpack. Since the coast was clear, Ogron saw no harm in using magic to put his away. His mom had done a packing spell to be sure he had enough clothes for however long he would stay and he really didn't feel like going through that. With a snap of his fingers, his bags opened and clothes flew into his dresser and hung on hangers in the closet. Everything he needed was where it should have been and he stuffed his bags into the top of his closet. With nothing to do, he lay down on his bed and stared at the ceiling. He had never really had friends and wasn't really interested in it. He had better things to do with his approximate 5,000 year lifespan than make friends. And now he was being smothered by idiots. That was just his luck. And the wizards. They all had different personalities. Gantlos seemed to ignore everyone he met. Anagan was a bit more assertive, but he seemed shy. Duman just hated everyone here, so he shut himself off by taking advantage of being Bilingual. "Wish I thought of that," Ogron thought. Was he a werewolf? Who knew. None of them knew that the others were wizards and that wasn't a big surprise. Most people can't tell, but Ogron could see it. He was special. He could also absorb any kind of damage and turn it into strength. He smirked at this, knowing that it would come in handy someday. Something told him that he would need it. Amidst his daydream, Ricky barged in.

"Dude, what're you doing sitting in there all alone?" He looked around the room and at Ogron's neat living area. "Whoa, your room is awesome! And how'd you unpack so fast?"

"I just did," he said.

"Well, can you come help me?" Ogron sighed heavily. He was beginning to go from tolerating Ricky to hating Ricky.

"Fine." They walked on over to his room which was remarkably smaller than Ogron's. Two bunk beds, two closets, two dressers. Sucks for them. More groupies were unpacking stuff and trying to cram it into their drawers. This place was far too small for him. After helping the mindless dolts unpack because they were obviously too stupid to do it themselves, Ogron went back to his room. The groupies followed him like lost puppies, of course. They sat on the remaining beds and began to look through EVERYTHING they could find. Ogron's dresser, Ogron's closet, and the packed luggage of his roommates. However, Duman's stuff was already put away. Strange. "Hey, quit it." They all looked up from their snooping to pay attention to their new friend.

"What?" one of them asked. "Why?" Ogron sighed in frustration. At this rate, every breath he took would be a sigh.

"Don't you have common decency? It's rude to look through other peoples' stuff." Idiots.

"Well, I wanna see what they carry around, ya know?" Ricky said. "C'mon, it'll be fun."

"I'll pass," Ogron sat back and watched them go through the property of other people, though they left his alone. This went against every lesson he was ever taught. The person in Duman's stuff began to make a weird face as he saw something. Ogron raised an eyebrow and paid attention.

"Hey, what's this?" He held up an ancient-looking leather bound book with gold leaf details on the front. There were shamrocks on it and a bookmark inside. On the front was a crystal ball. The kid opened it and began to scan a random page. Ogron's eyes were as big as headlights now. "That idiot!" He would recognize those illustrations anywhere. It was a spell book. Ogron sprinted over and tore the book out of the kid's hands. "Hey, what's the big deal?" Thankfully, he didn't know what it was. It was all written in Gaelic. Duman was obviously a total moron. No mortal would carry around a spell book.

"This book is very old; it looks like an ancient novel. It's probably pretty fragile, don't touch it," he lied. Spell books couldn't even be destroyed by magic, much less a human. He put it back in the drawer and thanked his lucky stars, the principal announced that everyone was to prepare for the welcome dinner. The humans left and Ogron shut the door. A reversal spell made quick work of getting rid of any evidence. The dinner was casual so he didn't bother changing. Soon, his roommates walked in to get ready. They all looked Goth, so they were probably going to change into more human-accepted clothes. Anagan and Duman looked happy to see who their roommate was while Gantlos looked as indifferent as ever.

"So you're our roommate? Cool," Anagan said. Gantlos wasn't paying attention. They all went through their things to see what to wear. Ogron looked as though he was trying to hold back anger.

"You," he snarled. All three looked up at their older roommate, sort of scared.

"Huh?" Gantlos said. Ogron stormed over to Duman, whom he towered over, and began to speak in Gaelic (It's easier for me to write in English, so I won't try Gaelic).

"You idiot! Why on Earth would you bring a spell book to an all-human school?!" Duman began to get very pale and his eyes opened to the size of Ogron's balled fists. He started to back up.

"H-how did you know I have that?" Anagan and Gantlos looked at each other, very confused. This guy had seemed so calm earlier, and now he was yelling at a kid who was three years his junior. They wished they understood the language, so they could know what was wrong.

"Those unbearable humans thought it would be a good idea to look through the stuff you three brought, and one of them found it. You had better thank God that it was in Gaelic; you could have gotten us both killed!"

"I'm sorry," Duman pleaded. Ogron's blue eyes were glazed over with fury, he had never been so angry in his life.

"Sorry won't change anything," he roared. Thankfully, he had made the walls sound proof beforehand. "Just put it somewhere that no one will find it, and don't bring it out whenever anyone's around." He jabbed his finger right in the middle of Duman's chest, and being as strong as he was, Duman fell backwards onto the floor with his whole body trembling. Ogron walked over to the door, his anger beginning to recede. He grabbed the door handle and took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "Firstie," he said in English. He then walked out and slammed the door behind him, leaving the stunned middle-schoolers in his wake. They stood in silence until Anagan broke it.

"What the heck just happened?" He asked. Duman was still pale as a ghost, and Gantlos was actually fazed for the first time in his life.

"I have no idea," he said quietly. Duman was breathing as though he had just run a marathon. Ogron was so nice to him earlier, but now he didn't know if he could trust him. He knew it was wrong of him to bring that book, but he had to. They all got ready in silence and made their way to the dining hall.

The dining hall was a large room that took up the entire second floor. It had to be big to house all the students. There were large marble pillars placed at even increments traveling down the enormous room. The tables were adorned with white silk. This silk also made up the curtains on the stained glass windows, draped between sconces on the walls, and wrapped the pillars. A china vase of tiger lilies sat on each table. The chairs were stained hickory with red velvet upholstery. The floors were alternating white and black marble tiles. At the very end of the room were two doors big enough for the Trojan horse to come through, troops included. They were embellished with the school logo: A white rose with a green stem wrapped in a circle, four thorns sticking out of it. The decorations were obviously the work of a fairy. Ricky and company were already there and they called him over. Not wanting to make enemies just yet, Ogron went over and sat with them. He was still pissed off at Duman, but he acted like he wasn't. These guys didn't need to be in his business.

"Hey bro, what's up?" Someone asked. Ogron still hadn't taken the time to learn their names.

"Nothing," he said. They talked about random stuff; sports, food, hot teachers (Though Ogron excluded himself from this conversation. No witches taught here, and he wasn't interested in fairies or humans). The students filed in, and Ogron had never seen so many people at one time. His roommates came in together, and they saw him. He glared at Duman, his ocean eyes digging deep into his soul. Ogron was very disconcerting when he wanted to be. He was no less than 6' tall and was extremely well built. He was hansom in a terrifying sort of way, same as his father. Duman grew pale again and hid behind Anagan. He shot a distrusting look at Ogron, still not knowing what was going on. They sat at a table as far away from him as they could get. Gantlos and Anagan talked, but Duman sat in silence, antsy and squirming in his seat. He was as nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. He was afraid Ogron would come flying over and send him into a wall. Or he would poison him. Or curse him. Bottom line, he was watching his back. The principal got on the mic and welcomed all of the students, the same stuff they had heard every year. Only the first graders were interested. He announced that the first course would be garden salad, and waiters came around serving the students. Outside, the thunder still raged and the rain beat against the side of the building. Ogron was looking around and noticed a teacher, a fairy, duck behind a curtain that hid a hallway. She looked like she was up to no good, but he disregarded it. One lightning strike was different. All of the lights went off, but they were powered by magic, so it should have been impossible. It was pitch black in the room, and everyone was screaming like little girls. The principal was yelling, trying to calm everyone down, but to no avail. They didn't stop. After a few minutes, the lights came back on. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. But not Ricky. He was looking all around. Up, down, left, right, even under the table.

"Ricky my boy, what are you looking for?" The principal asked, still on the microphone. Ricky stood up with a concerned expression.

"Ogron is missing, sir," he said. A wave of gasps and whispers flooded the room, and everyone started looking around. The students already liked him. Someone far away from that table stood up as well.

"Anagan, Gantlos and Duman are gone, too!" Everyone was even more shocked.

"I bet they're going to conduct experiments on him!" One said.

"Maybe Duman's gonna bite him!"

"We gotta help!" They all looked around the room. It was too dark during the outage for them to have gotten far. But they were nowhere to be found.

Please pardon my bad Gaelic, I just started learning it :/. Also, when I downloaded it, it messed with the spacing so it probably isn't written right anymore. Also, it won't translate into exactly what I have, it is just essentially what it says.