The Faeyrwynn Prophecy

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Life got really hectic guys, but thanks to my writing class I've been able to pick up where I've started. By next monday I shall have uploaded more of this story.

(4/18/12): Added some good music to this chapter! Huge Black Keys fan, went to their El Camino tour last month :D Exactly thirty days ago. Goodness, it was pure epicness (and I'm not one to overuse the word, either.) Enjoy!

~TheMockingbirdGirl

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The next day, I sat in my third hour, utterly bored to death. I stared at the clock, willing the hands to move forward. The teacher was droning on and on about her summer vacation, explaining how she just couldn't decide between some ski resort or a few weeks in Jamaica.

I sighed quietly, picking at the edges of my spiral notebook again. I tried to remember what this class was even about. Discretely, I looked around the room and the various things posted on the walls. Oh right, anthropology.  

Finally the bell sounded for lunch. Gathering my things, walking swiftly to the noisy cafeteria. Out of the entire building, the cafeteria was the only room so far that looked semi-normal. My fellow classmates had clustered together, forming loose groups and chatting happily.

Again, I felt like the outsider that moving to a new place forces you to feel, and I was extremely aware of my latest predicament: Where the hell would I sit? I scanned the room carefully, noticing the double doors that were propped open to the courtyards. Swiftly grabbing my food from a nearby line, I maneuvered my way through the mass of teenagers. Soon, I found myself in a decent sized clearing, edged with ash and fir trees.

Next to one particularly ancient tree, I spotted a girl sitting alone. Not being a very shy person, I closed the distance. She looked up sharply, and my breath caught in my throat.

Her hair was jet black, cropped short so that it framed her angular face. Her skin was very pale, and her eyes seemed to glow with the iciest blue I'd ever seen. Eyes which were currently scrutinizing me. Her lips twitched, and I could tell she was trying to figure me out. Trying to sum me up to something, to analyze me. It was almost... predatory.

I studied her closely in those tense seconds, slowly realizing how beautiful she was. It was in the strangest of ways I'd ever seen, nearly inhuman. A flawless, dark, beauty that chilled you from inside out. I stood transfixed, before shrugging it off, scolding myself internally.

For goodness' sake, she was only a teenage girl, what harm could she possibly do? Realizing that I had just been staring at her openly, I stood there awkwardly.

"Well?" She inquired, attitude lacing the single world.

"Oh, err... may I sit with you?"

She sighed, looking around at the rest of the courtyard.

"Okay, if you must," she replied reluctantly.

Her voice was fascinating, unlike other girls whose voices were riddled with trendy angst. It was strong and light, without being high-pitched and fake. Immediately, I liked it. I tried speaking to her again.

"Why do you sit all the way out here?" I asked, forcing my tone to remain neutral.

"Why do you care to know?" She retorted icily, annoyance flitting across her face.

"Just making conversation," I said defensively. Was it too much to ask?

"Well don't bother..."

"Why?" I asked rashly, ignoring the warning in her last reply.

Her eyes flashed to mine, taking on a steely quality. She glared coldly, but I refused to be intimidated. Finally, she spoke again.

"We just don't," gesturing to the school, "get along very well." She smiled to herself, seeming to enjoy some private joke.

Just then the bell sounded, marking the end of lunch. Rescuing an apple from my lunch tray, I dumped my uneaten food in a nearby bin. I turned back to the strange girl, only to realize she was now several yards in front of me. Her gait emanated power, danger, and grace. I could see why no one got along with her, she was pretty intense.

It began to drizzle, and I rushed inside. Sweeping my hair to the side, I hurried off to the next dreary class. My thoughts were still occupied with the strange girl, whose name I never got.

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As I was walking home that day, a group of guys approached from the opposite direction.

"Hey, it's the new guy! Foolish berk went and broke his bloody eye!" A tall guy with a soccer jersey stood in my way, guffawing. Two more guys flanked him, his cronies, I supposed.