I love this, a whole lot.
Not a single soul had noticed Kyle had fainted, and so he was able to get back up and out of the temple, rushing to his dorm. Aphrodite had 'Forgotten' To tell him where the dorms were, so he really had to just follow a line of guys to find it. The dorms in questions were warm and well decorated, and he felt a thrum of power in the room as everyone walked inside. It was strange, how much he had changed over the years, that mere effort and study could give him enough skills ( even if barely) to sense such things.
"Hey!" Damien pipped up, cute as a button, popping up from over by a kitchenette. "Come on, I'll show you to our dorm."
Kyle rarely paid idiots much attention but as he was walking toward Damien, smiling, heard a boy mutter. "Lucky, two fags."
Turning, he felt something rush through him, a sort of dull heat. "What was that?" His voice sounded hallow, cold, but unendingly powerful. The room, previously filled with chattering, went quiet. Erik, who was nearby, turned to look with fear. Kyle ignored that, walking over to the boy who spoke. Getting very close to his face, he spoke again. "I asked you a question."
The boy shivered. "I, uh... I..."
"Do you have a problem with me being gay? Or Damien?" Terrified, the boy shook his head, eyes wide.
"No, I ... no..."
"Good, what is your name?"
"Thor..."
"Well, Thor, if you have a problem, I would be happy to solve it." The boy's eyes were so filled with potent fear, Kyle all but moaned relishing in it's sweet potency. "Now, if that is all, I think someone has an apology coming their way."
He nodded, turning to Damien. "I'm sorry."
"Good... now go." And as Thor left, Kyle stood. "Anyone else?" They all shook their heads, though Erik was smirking and Damien was blushing. "Good... well, I am beat, see you all later." And he walked over to Damien. "Come on roomie." And he was led away, up a flight of stairs into a nice well decorated room. Damien's stuff was all on the left, and was prim and proper.
Kyle saw nothing much on the right, but a bed, desk and dresser. He felt a rush of excitement, the dull power that would come from etching his own existence onto the place and making it what he wanted it to be.
"How'd you do that?" Damien startled him by asking. "I have never felt power like that, not from a new Fledgling that wasn't Zoey... and never from a guy."
"I am kind of a witch, a hedge witch. I am self trained, but I think I learned to draw on my strength, in a way not everyone can." He shrugged. "Magic is as much a learned skill as a blessed one. I taught myself a bit and I plan to learn more. Now, in the morning, care to show me around and help me see the library?"
He nodded, excited. "That's the thing!" he walked over to his desk, grabbing something. "This was at our door, it's for you."
Grabbing it, he could not help but smile. It was a thick gray tome, etched with the words. "Art of the Craft".
Down below was a sticky note.
This book was a favorite of mine as a youth, when I first started to practice the craft. I feel you may learn a great deal from it. You can read it for a time, but do please give it back when it is due.
Anastasia.
And he was deeply excited, as just by touching the tome he felt power and knowledge waiting to be consumed just as Hecate told him he ought to do.
"Remind me to thank her, Damien... "
He would read the book's first three chapters before passing out, comfortable for the first time in over a decade. There was nothing revolutionary in the book so far, but it was well written and pushed toward a future he was all for... and that was everything.
Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.
This was a joy to write.
Love, your Ninja Overlord,
Mika.