God's Gaze

Chapter Two: Lurking in The Depths

       Vivienne rapidly tapped her light blue painted fingernail against her desk, irritated. Class was supposed to start a half hour ago, but Mr. Gaumont was nowhere to be found. One of her classmates spread a rumor that Friday evening he saw him smoking on the pier, but the moment they blinked, he was gone. It was only a silly rumor with no evidence to back it up. She'd be rather sorry for whoever tried to kidnap Mr. Gaumont.

       However, she wasn't upset over having her time wasted at school, but at her brother over something totally different. Well, it was sort of connected to their fight after school last Friday, but after sulking in her room for a few hours, Vivienne for once went to apologize. She shouldn't have brought up their fathers considering how tough life was for herself and her brother having to adjust to life without them. It must have been hard for a twenty-year-old to raise a kid.

       But when she went to find Jeremiah, he kept himself holed up in her father's old office and refused to come out or even unlock the door. Over the weekend, not once did he ever leave the room, to her knowledge, so she thought he died. Before leaving for school, she watched him get into his car and drive off to his company's headquarters, so he must have found some sustenance in that office somewhere.

       In conclusion, she's pissed off because her dimwitted brother had a temper tantrum when she tried to do something nice for a change.

      The classroom door swung open, and Mr. Gaumont slithered in with a boy she didn't recognize.

       She guesses it was nothing but rumors after all.

       Mr. Gaumont slumped in his chair at his desk in the front corner of the room and shuffled a few papers over its surface. "As you can see," he spoke, motioning his hand towards the boy at the head of the class, "we have a new student. This is Jean Auguste who moved down from Rheinport. You may have a seat next to Vivienne, the one with—"

       "I know who she is," Jean said, interrupting Mr. Gaumont. His greyish-purple eyes widened before he added: "my parents used to talk about her father a lot," before taking a seat at the empty desk next to her. She attempted to not stare, instead she discreetly glanced in his direction where the first thing she noticed about him was his gigantic, silverly, translucent fairy wings that had two smaller wings just below the first two. His eyes appeared to glow against his dark skin with his dark hair covering an eyebrow. Jean also had pointed ears and longer fingers like most fairies do.

       Today he wore a white turtleneck with gold embroidery and frilled sleeves. Atop that, a black cape/ over coat with matching gold embroidery covered his shoulders with a cravat holding it together. His pants and knee-high boots matched: it's dark colour scheme with a white stripe trailing down it with the boots having gold laces.

       This boy knew her father? Anytime somebody said that it always ended with her brother needing to call the cops because they claimed they were owed something by Mr. Belsara.

       Jean's eyes latched onto hers and she quickly darted hers back towards the front of the room where Mr. Gaumont cleared his throat for the class to settle down. "Last class I forgot to mention something about how the weaponry worked back in the Westgate days," he started, "You all can materialize whatever object you imbued with your element, right? Well, I forgot that even seven-thousand years ago they could do that too, however, they didn't need elemental powers to do that. You can say that humanity devolved from needing powers to achieve that, but that is something that historians are, to this day, trying to find the answer to. Now, to whoever can give me a proper explanation with evidence will receive extra marks...."

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