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I turn in search of Roman, but the classroom is empty. Strange that he didn’t wait for me. Moments later, I see why. He is standing on the pathway at the dorm entry point, animatedly speaking to the TON. All four are laughing and don’t see me slip past.
Tears sting my eyes as I enter my darkened hut. Without flicking the switch the lights inside illuminate. But I can’t bring myself to question what just happened because I am just so damn mad.
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Alexandraya
I pray to the gods that Siriarna takes the not-so-subtle hint to leave Roman alone. He has grown so tall over the past two years,and if the rumours he is the son of an original Olympian are to be believed, he will be the perfect king to my realm-queen status.
“I think it’s time to progress Plan A,” I say to my loyal maidens.
Melodie responds with a resounding nod, and Davina agrees. “Absolutely.”
“Ah girls, what would I do without you?” I laugh cherishing their devoted friendship. Today the girls are huddled on my couch while I sit in my velvet wingback chair. We could have congregated at any one of our huts, because they’re all lined in a row, but I am most comfortable when I sit on my throne. “I think Roman was receptive, maybe a little sceptical? Thoughts ladies?”
Melodie speaks up, “Definitely receptive. He was laughing at everything you said.”
“As if he can resist your charms.” Davina adds.
And she’s right!
“What about his devotion to Siriarna. We may have scared her into backing off, but I’m not sure he will pull away so easily.” Melodie adds.
“You leave that to me, by the end of this evening, I guarantee you it won’t be an issue.”
Hours later, I wrap my knuckles on a hut door located on the adjacent pathway.
“Just a second.” Roman yells out groggily. “Alexandraya, what are you doing here? It’s almost midnight,” he says stifling a yawn.
“I’m just so panicked about tomorrow’s Propensity Selections, I can’t sleep. My Light magic isn’t working properly and it’s making me sick. I was hoping you might help me.” I say in mock desperate tones.
“Come in.” He widens the door opening. I have to bow my head so he can’t see the triumph spread across my face.
I smooth my black negligee over my hips as I enter.
The Fates may not be listening to my relentless pleas to become a God, but I will make my own fate. I crave immortality, I was born for it. No one ignores me, no one.
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Chapter5
Siriarna
Today is Propensity Selections. The Zeneym Arena is brimming with activity. Immediately my nerves start to fray as I scan the arena. This year, there are forty-six eligible 18-year-old students, including myself, waiting to showcase. The enormity of today’s magic display is steadily building, and I absently pierce my bottom lip with my teeth. Swiping the blood away with the back of my hand, I take a long deep breath, count to three, and release the air from my lungs in an attempt to refocus my energy.
Observing the six Propensity tents set up around the perimeter of the arena, butterflies form in the pit of my stomach threatening to break free at any given moment. The tents are marked, and I am hoping I qualify for at least one of them.
TIME ? Red.
LIGHT ? Yellow.
DARKNESS ? Grey
WATER ? Blue
EARTH ? Green
ELECTRICITY ? Purple
