My eyes looked over to the open luggage; half of it was filled with my possessions as I prepared to leave for Aslan. I could feel my nervousness regarding the upcoming entrance exam.
Taking a deep breath, I opened my dresser drawer — grabbing a sports bra and a pair of yoga pants that were stretchy enough for me to move around with ease.
It was time for my morning run, to be followed by some deep stretches prior to my training with Magnor.
I quickly got dressed, taking a moment to glance at the purple bra with pink edging. I personally loved the white logo print in the middle — a big circle with an 'R' and what looked like a lightning bolt sliced through it.
I slid into my black yoga pants, smoothing out the tight material so it lay flat on my body. I grabbed my black socks and pink running shoes, putting them on quickly.
As fashionable as I'd liked to be, I was already behind schedule and was running out of clothes — this uneven match would have to suffice.I wish interdimensional shopping wasn't so expensive.
I glanced over to my standing mirror, my mismatched eyes took a good head to toe glance at my overall appearance. I sighed, thinking of my inner desire to 'borrow' Magnor’s credit card and go on an intergalactic shopping spree.
I grabbed my hair tie, throwing my messy locks into a bun, making sure the colored strands were hidden from view. I already had to deal with people staring at my odd colored eyes, and didn’t want to give them another reason to judge and mock me.
I always struggled to remember to change my purple eye to green before heading to town. I sometimes wondered if DEM was the reason why it had changed color. I knew from Magnor’s explanation that Sia’s eyes were purple. I guess it was one of those things we just had to live with. At this point, I doubt either of us minded.
After nodding to myself in approval, I made my way out of the room, down the hall and out of the house.
I breathed in the crisp air, smiling as I heard the click of the door shutting behind me. The smell of morning dew was soothing to my very soul, always making me excited to start the morning with a brisk run.
I began to jog away from the house, but froze when I heard a familiar voice — one that caused me to groan in agony.WHY?
"If it isn't the magical unicorn herself," the sneering voice greeted.
I took my time turning around to face the male shifter, narrowing my eyes on one of the many tormentors that had plagued my childhood.
He was the same age as me, with long black hair which was currently tied in a ponytail and dark red eyes that reminded me of blood — the color I wished stained his clothes while I punched him till he begged for mercy. Well, a girl could dream, right?
He wore the traditional robes of his clan, the gold symbol standing out against the dark grey cloth. You'd think robes would make a man look sexy and dominating, but trust me, this guy wasn't doing them any justice.
I took a calming breath, putting on my best innocent smile as I looked right into the blood colored eyes I despised. "What do you want, Vincent?" I questioned. I didn't want to spend my energy on him, not to mention I disliked his kind.
Every past encounter with him always ended badly but today wasn't going to be one of those days. His attempt at dimming my spirits with his name calling had become ineffective long ago; I had gotten used to him and his fellow clan mates and their numerous ways of insulting me.
As Magnor always liked to say — kill them with kindness.
It was only a matter of time before I proved to everyone that I was not someone to look down upon and belittle. That was one of the things that motivated me to work hard every single day.
Vincent smiled, his sharp canines showing as he looked at me. He approached, walking toward me till we faced one another.
"My father and I are here to talk to Master Magnor. I doubt you've heard, but I got accepted into the great Aslan Academy." His red eyes sparkled with pride as he glanced down at me, his six-foot frame leaving me with no choice but to look up at him. "I could use a couple of tricks up my sleeve when I go to the Academy."
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as he puffed his chest out, looking boastful. I continued to smile. "Congratulations! I heard that school is hard to get into. I am surprised you got in so easy."
He grinned, his fangs still peeking out — ignoring my hidden insult. "I’m not. I am the best candidate in my clan. The moment I submitted my application, I could already imagine the acceptance letter in my grasp."
I had to cough, hiding the wave of laughter that desperately tried to escape. His arrogance had always gotten on my nerves— today being no different.
Deep breath, Celestia. I just need to be polite and try to escape this conversation so I don’t have to spend another agonizing minute with this asshole.
"Isn't this just great? Here you are, at what...twenty-five? Going nowhere, even with someone as great as Master Magnor training you," he mocked.
I stiffened at his words; my fists clenched while I tried to keep my cool.
This was his usual behavior — always trying to put me in my place. To him and the rest of the villagers, I was nothing but a charity case, not even worth the pity they thought Magnor was showing me.
It was the same mockery I'd heard for years, but that didn't mean those words didn't pinch at my heart.