Hi guys. Some of you wanted to know Hex's past so here it is. I hope you enjoy. I'd say more but I'm running late for work. I hope it's not too boring.

I'm not jealous of her, but I wish he'd hold me like that. Just once and I'd be happy. He has no idea the effect he has over me, how overwhelming it is to see them embrace each other like they do. I haven't felt anything like this since I joined the ranks of the undead.

I'm being stupid, I know I am. They're just friends. She's always looked up to him and he's always seen her as his unofficial little sister so why do I feel this way? I hate it! It's not fair! It's not fair on me and it's especially not fair on them.

The first time I ever felt this jealous was at my second school. The first school I went to was a small institution with few students and teachers. Back then, before I was undead, I was a magic element. My name wasn't Hex either, it was Aurora...horrible isn't it? My mother was a cruel, cruel woman. Although, looking back, I suppose I should thank her for pushing me to improve and excel. It's because of her that I am as able as I am today.

That first school became like a second family to me. It was safe, cheerful and fun. It was also the only school within an acceptable distance from the small village where I was born.

With my mother's constant hounding to practice my sorcery, skills, chanting and casting, I soon exceeded all of my class mates and found that that little school no longer offered me any challenges. It was under this train of thought that my mother enrolled me at a second school and I bid farewell to the children I had always known and grown up with.

My second school was vastly different from my first. It was a boarding school just like this one where as my first school had not been. I was found to be quite a gifted young sorceress and was welcomed with open arms into that school and into a certain group. I had only been there for a few days and I found myself in amongst the popular crowd, the magic element kids. At first I was uncomfortable being the centre of attention, but I soon melted into the role, accepting my elevated popularity status as a right, not a privileged

As well as magic elements, several life element students were also included, even some tech had found their way in. We were quite a large group, with quite a lot of control over the school.

Within my first month at this new school, I had met so many new people, including the boy that was soon to become my boyfriend. He was a life element elf by the name of Aspen, but he preferred the name Ash. His father was a fire element named Orion. He was a hunter, and quite famous around the area for hunting and taking out beasts. His mother was a gentle woman, a life element who went by the name Willow. A free spirit who would prefer to look at things in a positive light while her husband would pick out the downside to everything.

Ash, like his father, tended to be negative about most things. His mother drove him crazy and he longed to be a son of fire like his father.
When I met him he was seeing a tech girl who's name I can never remember. They would hold hands, she would giggle and he would smile a charming little grin. My feelings for him basically bloomed over night and in no time at all I couldn't stand the sight of them without jealousy flaring up within my chest.

Many devious and nasty pranks later found Ash by my side and the tech girl at a new school. I had earned myself a nasty reputation and a full time position among the popular crowd.

Rumors flowed and further boosted my status, my ego and my stupidity. In my mind there was nothing I couldn't do.

Word reached our group one afternoon, of a dragon claiming to be king of the undead. Ash and a few others decided it would be a fantastic idea to seek him out and find out if the rumors were true, confident that he would be no match for us. I was dragged along unwillingly, hand in hand with my lunatic of a boyfriend who quivered at the thought of making his father proud.

Sneaking off campus was easy, we'd done it countless times. This would be just another adventure to further our greatness.

Needless to say things did not go as they planned.

Half of us turned back once we located the gates of the underworld, making excuses and running for it as fear took them over. Those of us remaining laughed at their cowardice and ventured in. It was a disaster.

The smell was indescribable, of course it doesn't bother me now but back then it was enough to choke a being to death.
We were attacked by wave after wave of undead minions, the numbers infinite while the king remained in control. Our numbers dwindled as the weaker of us fell injured and had to stumble away before a deadly blow could befall them.
The dead closed in, their gnashing teeth and sorrow filled moans chilling us as we fought them off, slowly pushing our way towards an area we supposed the king Malefor was.

As we neared a large palace carved into the rock itself, we were set upon by a purple dragoness. She was unrelenting in her attack and saw the majority of the remaining group flee back to the army of undead steadily pursuing us.

Again and again she attacked, each time getting closer and closer to us. I think it was by this time that Ash realized what we had gotten ourselves into and started freaking out, causing panic to flow through everyone else. We were outmatched by a single dragon and out flanked by the advancing army.

I was rather certain we would never leave the place until our savior appeared. A small purple dragon (that I now know to be Spyro) challenged our attacker (who I also now know by name as Cynder) and in time managed to defeat her, breaking the hold Malefor's curse had on her.
This did not sit well with the king, who then began to target us while Spyro tried to drag the unconscious she-devil to safety.

I'm not really sure what happened next. I do know that my friends backed off and I was left standing against him alone. I also remember Malefor commenting on my abilities, I assume impressed with me and then attempting to capture me. Apparently I didn't take too kindly to that, all I can recall is a rage that I'd never felt before and that the dragon king fell. After that I loose a few days, the next memory I have is waking up in the underworld, alone and forsaken. I knew I was different, changed, that I was no longer Aurora.

I had unwillingly joined the ranks of the undead.

My return to school was a nightmare. My former friends, battered and bruised, turned their backs on me. They shunned my newly paled skin and exceedingly hollow eyes. They mocked the coolness of my flesh and taunted me with new names, one of which I took on when I finally accepted the change.

Ash looked upon me with disgust, spitting at my feet and blaming me for everything that went wrong. Infact, that was the attitude of the entire group. I was blamed for the whole thing and promptly expelled.

My mother was disgusted and ashamed of me. The pride that once shone in her eyes was now replaced with sorrow and hurt. Mostly she refused to look at me, barely uttering word as I tried to strike up last I ever saw of her was the night I decided to leave home for good, almost a year after my expulsion. I simply couldn't take it anymore.

I applied at many schools, every one I could in fact but my record followed me like a predator. Nobody wanted anything to do with me, until I applied here at the academy.

Perhaps the most nerve wracking thing I have ever done. The other applicants and I sat in a waiting room, awaiting our names to be called out for an entrance exam.
They all stared at me, they all knew exactly who I was and what I had done, as did most of the academy it seems.
Cynder had remembered everything, or had found out what she couldn't remember. She was still bitter about being defeated and not being able to defeat me. She had spread rumors about me before I had even set foot in the place.
After the exam, those of us who had passed to the school's expectations were pulled a side while the rest were escorted away, back to their parents or whatever they had.
We were assigned dorms and classes, timetables, books, lockers and anything else we needed. In my case, it was everything. I had next to no money to buy anything and no where to go if I'd failed.

Classes were yet to start as we clustered together in a group and worked our way through the hallways, locating the dorm rooms and slowly dispersing to meet our fellow students.

My dorm room seemed to be in better condition that all the others we had passed and I assumed I would be living with one or more neat freaks. I wasn't a messy elf, but I wasn't super tidy either.
Taking a breath, I pressed the key into the lock and turned, a small click letting me know this indeed was the right room.
Inside was as expected. Neat and tidy. It looked barely lived in except for the few odd objects here and there. I decided to explore and try to find my new roommate.

She had apparently heard me enter and had assumed I was an attacker. The first I knew of her presence was a cold blade pressed to my throat and hollow eyes boring into my own. She was shorter than I was and I could tell from her body language that she was on edge.

She regarded me with a coldness I had never experienced before (not even my old group of 'friends' had been so cold), especially in another elf. It was almost emotionless. It was that of a killer. But I did not fear her.

After a few moments she relaxed, retracting her blade and backing away, keeping an eye on me. Her questions came quickly and were to the point. I soon realized she was not afraid.

She escorted me to my classes and showed me around the school, answering all of my questions and waiting for me outside of my classrooms when we had different classes.

I hated her at first. I hated that she was life element, not to be trusted, my natural rival. I hated that she made me smile when I should have frowned and I hated that she opened up to me when she should have kept her distance. I loathed that as much as I wanted to pull away and construct a wall around myself, I simply couldn't. It pissed me off that without even trying, this little elf had somehow managed to worm her way past every defense I had, this little life element had somehow managed to make herself an irreplaceable aspect of my life.

This was how Stealth and I had met and how we had become friends. She was an outcast the same as I, she was the friend I wish I'd had from the start. We have been side by side ever since my first day. I can't picture my life without her in it.

And there you have it. Like I said, hope it wasn't boring. The next chapter will hopefully be up soon, life permitting. Catch you guys later!

-Xandy