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“Can anyone tell me why there are only twelve clans, and the reason for this?” she asks, her eyes raking over the room, and everyone looks down at the table. “No one?”
“Because there are only twelve clans left,” I mutter to myself.
“You’re right, Poison, can you tell us the origin of this?” My head whips up to find Miss Havendoom staring at me intently, and the class glaring at me.
“There were originally thirteen clans, but one of them got wiped out after they released the void to try and overthrow my clan from power,” I say with a little more strength than I expected. “That’s why the Dagon clan is not mentioned in any of the histories texts, their name was wiped out of existence.”
“At least someone knows their clan history,” she rumbles, looking at the other students. “Miss Draken, do you know the origins of the Dagon clan?”
“They were the only clan that had close ties to the Fae, and it was thought that there was some Fae blood in their lineage because they could shift into animals but they had an affinity for elemental magic,” I say, slumping myself further down onto my tail bone.
“Correct,” she says with surprise. “Now, who would like to tell me the hierarchy of the clans that are left now?”
Hands shoot up into the air, and I have to fight back the scoff. They know the hierarchy because all the lower-level clans whine about it often, constantly complaining how everything is so unfair and they should be higher in the ranks. It always amazes me how everyone forgets to remember that the world is all about who has the most power. Names of the clans are being shouted out, and I grab the pencil that was lying on the desk after I dropped it, then I pull open my bag at my feet and grab a pile of the blank paper I have stashed in there, before touching the nib to the paper. The voices drown out quickly as I lose myself to the sound of the scratching of the lead against the paper, my hand feeling like it’s moving on its own.
“Miss Draken!” I jump at the voice as I’m pulled out of the zone and my eyes widen. Miss Havendoom is standing in front of my desk with her arms folded, eyes narrowed on me. “Class has ended,” she growls, turning her back on me.
I jump to my feet, eyes wide when I see the room empty apart from me and her. I stuff my belongings into my bag and take off out the door. My tablet starts wailing with the air raid sound again, and dread pools in my stomach as I rush down the stairs, taking them two at a time and dashing towards the changing area. I burst through the door, finding the girls’ changing room empty. I spot my name on a locker, and yank the door open when my tablet starts vibrating in my bag. I pull it out and green swirls surround it, when it brushes against my hand I yelp. Pain radiates up my arm, and I watch horrified as it falls towards the stone floor.What the?I watch with horror as it stops its descent and slowly floats up on its own. The screen flairs to life and I jump.
“Well this is a crap start to your first day, don’t you think?” I gulp as Mr Haims’ voice growls through the tablet, then his face comes into view on the screen. “Get your arse here before I start pairing people up or I’ll have you doing drills with the elite.”
The screen goes blank and the green magic disappears, the tablet slips out of my hands and I watch, horrified, as it drops to the floor. I fumble, falling onto my knees and diving to save it, breathing a sigh of relief as I manage to catch it before it smashes on the ground. I sit up with a heavy beating heart, thanking the gods that I won’t have to explain to Mr Skullmyer how I destroyed my tablet on the first day.
Pain radiates through my elbows and knees, and tears begin to pool in my eyes as I pull myself up off the floor. It was so much better when I was unmoving, worrying about breaking the damn tablet, completely forgetting that I can still break myself too. My body protests the stretching of skin from the movement and I hiss as I gather myself. I look down to find grazes on both my knees with colours blooming under the surface, telling me I’m going to have a few enormous bruises at some point.
A timer springs up on my screen, ticking away, and I yank the locker door open and shove it on the shelf. A pair of burgundy joggers and a white t-shirt with the Academy logo on the breast are hung up; I grab them and strip out of my uniform as quickly as I can. After putting them on, I also find a pair of trainers in the bottom of the locker. I shove my feet inside them, quickly doing my laces, then I’m out the door. My tablet is going nuts, until the door swings closed behind me and I hustle to the training field.
“Were you having your nails done?” a voice snarls as I make it to the back of the students grouped together. They all snigger, turning to face me, and my cheeks flame with embarrassment. The students part, and Mr Haims stands front and centre with his arms across his chest, glaring at me.
“Sorry, Sir,” I mumble in apology as I shuffle my feet, dropping my eyes to the floor. I can hear some of the students laughing and muttering stuff, but it’s not loud enough for me to make anything specific out. I don’t lift my head and acknowledge anyone here because I know if I do, I’ll be putting an even bigger target on my back. I’m prey to these people and if I do something to attack them head on, I’m dead.
“You’ll run drills with the elite,” he snaps at me. My head whips up and I can see a smirk twitching at the edge of his lips.
“What? Why?” I whine in protest, my eyes pleading with him not to single me out like this.
“Because I said you are, that’s why,” he booms back. His tone is so thick with command, even though I have no shifter in me I shut my mouth instantly and take a few deep breaths to compose myself.
“Who’re the elite?” I ask, confused as I glance around for them. He turns his attention back to me, anger radiating off him in waves, and I cower because the feeling I’m getting off him at the moment terrifies the life out of me. His eyes soften as he takes in my posture, and a guilty look flits across his face before he blows out a harsh breath. The warm air from his nostrils mixing with the cold air of the morning has a grey cold forming, making it look like dragon’s breath.
“They’re the upper-classmen who are training to become part of the Vasi,” he says with a smile on his face. My brows scrunch together in confusion as I stare at him, my mind running blank. “Would anyone care to explain to Miss Draken who the Vasi are?” he booms throughout the area.
A few people snigger in front of me, boisterous laughter filling the air from a huge blonde guy standing off to the side with a group of people around him. God this guy is an arse, I don’t say anything to correct Mr Haims, though I do know of the Vasi. I read a lot; that’s all I mainly did at the house, because there wasn’t anything else to do. But the upperclassmen training is news to me. “Mr. Hale, how about you?”
“Sure thing, Mr. Haims,” he says with laughter. He turns around and our eyes meet. Electricity fires through my veins as I stare into amber orbs, and memories of the eyes when I arrived flashes through my mind. My chest becomes tighter as his lips pinch together, his gaze narrowing. I’m breathing heavily as if a weight has me pinned to my spot. He shakes whatever it is off and glares daggers at me. “The Vasi are the guardians of us all, they hunt the things you could only ever dream up in your nightmares, dud.”
Laughter breaks out through the students as the feelings I had disappear instantly. I hunch over, curling in on myself, trying my hardest to hide the embarrassment.
“Quiet!” Mr Haims bellows, cutting off the laughter. “Thank you for that, Mr Hale,” he growls. “But there was no need to be an arse about it.”
“My father thinks it’s disrespectful that a non-supernatural being is allowed in the Academy, it’s going against all traditions,” the guy growls, looking over his shoulder at me. His eyes fill with disgust as he lifts his nose with superiority. “Frankly, I don’t get why she’s even attending, she’ll die here. We all know it!”
Mr Haims strides forwards, gripping him by the t-shirt and lifting him off the floor. The guy glares at him and wiggles around, trying to break his hold as the teacher pulls him closer.
“Remember who her aunt is, boy!” he snarls in his face, spittle flying everywhere. “She may not have any powers but I bet her aunt wouldn’t like someone threatening her niece’s life.”
“I never threatened her life, Sir,” he rumbles back. “But we both know she isn’t going to make it here.”
“Be that as it may,” Mr Haims snarls back, “Every supe has the right to find out if they belong or not.” He drops the guy on the floor in a heap.
