Page 3 of Curse of Thorns


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I felt the weight of her words as I struggled to maintain a calm voice. I had no idea what would happen to me if my powers didn’t show soon, but I couldn’t worry about that right now. I needed to keep the faith that things would work out because, honestly, they just had to.

“We know she will be fine,” mom added, her smile way too optimistic.

Suddenly, a girl with long, lavender colored hair walked into the foyer and stopped beside the headmaster. Her silver eyes were mesmerizing and I couldn’t seem to look away from her.

“Welcome,Candi.I want to introduce you to Farrah. She is new this semester and will be taking over Lilly’s spot in your room. You girls will be roommates.” As the headmaster spoke, I saw Candi’s eyes take on an ominous coldness.

Candi glanced my way, but didn’t smile. Instead, she stood silent.

“Candi will show you to your new room and then around the campus. Your class schedule, uniform, and materials are all located in your room. If you have any questions, reach out to Candi first,” Headmaster Patricia stated, her smile boring into my soul.

Turning to me, my mom pulled me in for a warm hug and whispered in my ear, “Please, Farrah. Just give this place a chance. You will learn to love it here.”

As I pulled away, I offered her a smile that was fake and cold. It was the best I could do.

I swallow and then turn my attention to the headmaster and Candi. If I look at my mom again, I may break down and cry. She is all I have left and now she’s leaving me here. My father passed away when I was two-years-old and it’s been the two of us ever since.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice tears welling in mom’s blue eyes as she nods one last time at me.

I offer her one last smile before grabbing my suitcase and stepping up to Candi. “Alright, let’s get this started.”

***

I practically have to run to keep up with Candi. Her long legs move swiftly like a gazelle and she doesn’t bother to slow for me. There’s a large group of students gathered around a wide door opening and they all turn and stare as we pass.

“What’s that?” I ask, pointing toward the students.

“That’s the dining hall. You will have all of your meals there. It’s almost time for dinner, so the wolves like to show up early,” Candi states, never bothering to slow down.

“I ate on my way here,” I tell her, though I get the feeling she doesn’t really care. Her silence confirms my suspicion.

I had never met any wolf shifters before. Growing up, my mom primarily spent time around other witches. I had always felt inadequate around them because I could never contribute to conversations about magic, spells, and potions. Now, as I see another supernatural race, I’ve never felt more alone and out of place.

We continue walking down the halls and I marvel at the wall sconces that are blazing with glowing fires that provide light through the dimly lit space. I’m taken aback by the ever-changing labyrinth of hallways, doors, and staircases that wind through the school. I try to make a mental map of this place, but I feel like I am going to get lost here– a lot. Each hallway shows off floors made from stones of every color.

“The library is to your left through those French doors and the hall where all classrooms are located is to your right,” Candi states flatly.

I was so lost in the structure that I didn’t notice we had found our way to one of my favorite places. The library at my old school was one of my favorite places. It had become my refuge when I needed to slip away from the mindless chatter around me. This library seemed to be more of a rich and expansive palace, rather than a room that housed books. I tried to look through the glass french doors, but Candi just kept on walking.

Hanging from the enormate ceiling, I spotted several banners that had symbols painted on the fabric. Each banner was the same navy blue as the colors of the uniform, but the symbols on each one were different.

Noticing my staring, Candi stops and points up to the banners. “Those are the symbols of each type of supernatural that has or does attend the academy. The claws represent shifters, the wings represent the fairies, the wand represents wizards, vile potion witches, and fire is the dragons.”

I took in the different groups the banners symbolized. I had heard about all of those in fairy tales, but never had I met any of them.

“What about Vampires?” I asked, suddenly curious.

My mind drifted to one of my favorite books, Twilight. Edward was dreamy and the type of Vampire I would want to meet.

Shaking her head, Cando bit her lip. “Long ago, Vampires used to attend the school, but it became too problematic. No matter how hard they tried, they just couldn’t fight the urge to not drink from us, they just couldn’t. We agreed to split schools and now they attend the exclusive Shadowveil Academy only for vampires.”

I do my best to follow where she is pointing all while trying not to get behind. We stop when we reach a winding staircase that leads to a second story. As we begin climbing, my suitcase feels heavier as it bangs against each wooden step.

Once to the top of the stairs, we take a sharp right and then Candi stops abruptly, causing me to knock right into her back.

She turns to face me, annoyance glowing in her eyes. “This is my–uh, I mean, our room,” she announces, turning the silver knob to a single door. I see her jaw tense and her body stiffen. She is clearly uncomfortable with sharing a room with me and I feel very awkward standing here with her.

I follow her inside the spacious room that contains two single beds, two white desks, a large closet, and en suite bathroom.

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