With Your Sort

01

~story in Leah's POV~

a quick word bank (equal mark meaning 'equivalent to'):

xem=him/her | xyr=his/her | xe=he/she | xyrs=his/hers

picture above is the colors I use for the powers. Leah calls Marco 'zaza' bcs 'zaza' is a gender neutral equivalent to 'mama' or 'dada'.

September 1, 2019

At the moment, I was surrounded by nothing but grass. My Aunt, Megan Smith, and her husband both escorted me to a corn field surrounded by nothing and then leaving. So, I am basically lost in the middle of nowhere. All of this so I can finish my training to get into Morctale Academy, the number one boarding school who teaches their students to control their Color(s) and get an expenive amount of useful education. Even though I'm fourteen, they accepted me into the school as a Freshman, allowing me to study in their Academy! Zaza is training me extra hard these days because of this, considering the fact that xe won't be here like xe regularly is.

My three Colors, MEDALLION AEGEAN LAVENDER, are all new to Zaza, so we've been learning together. We usually only touch AEGEAN since this Color is 'resistance.' Zaza can read memories, and I am almost skilled enough to block out xem completely. Usually, he does it in comepletely unsuspecting, like as I'm eating dinner and he'll suddenly dig inside my mind. Though I'm supposed to be completely open and tell xem everything, apparently the goal in my life is to let him know nothing... effortlessly.

I keep walking, wandering. I haven't drank any liquids since breakfast, but luckily my phone pointed out that was only five hours ago. Yay.

"Zaza!" I call out. Maybe this wasn't one of the mind exercises and they all stranded me here. Maybe it is and something happened to Zaza that prevented xem from finding me.... No, I tell myself, thinking like that won't get you anywhere. I don't think that AEGEAN will get me anywhere, and Zaza hasn't trained me in MEDALLION or LAVENDER. I only know one thing that can get a parent to their child's faster then lighting. Purposely slamming my foot against the grown, I manage to grit the word through my teeth. "Shit," I curse.

I'm not suprised when Zaza is standing in front of me, more like terrified. No parent wants their kids swearing, especially if this is a rule that was laid down a while ago. So me cursing is a definite no-no.

"Really?" Xe sneers. I laugh awkwardly and look to the side. Well, I'm screwed. "Though it is clever, I don't think..." Zaza stops short and scans my face "...ah, nevermind. Let's get back." And then he has me on his back and I can see above the stocks of grass better, onlying finding that the edge of the field was three meters to my right. I frown, feeling defeated suddenly, and doubted my true ability for a moment.

"Don't," Zaza says, so I don't. I've always found it weird how Zaza doesn't have any Colors that allow him the read emotions or thoughts yet he always knows with me. I think it's because I'm xyr daughter, but I could be wrong.

Zaza is 43 years old, but appears much younger. My friends used to guess his age, and a lot of them said around mid to late twenties (the most common being 27). I think xe looks the same, still young and fresh, but that could just be me. Xe is slim and lanky, which is a trait I inherited from xem. Zaza is always wearing a black outfit with black footwear, but xyr accessories and make-up are colorful. At the moment, Zaza is wearing a tight black skirt with a black button up tucked in, a rainbow colored tied loosely hanging under the collar. Xe also is wearing rainbow eye shadow with sharp wings for xyr eyeliner, and xyr lips are painted ruby red. There hasn't been many occasions where Zaza isn't wearing make-up, but I still think that xe is beautiful.

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I stood just outside the walls to Morctale, bags and suitcases clutched in my hands or handing off of my arms/shoulders. I wore a simple red shirt with black jeans, my curly hair tied into a high bun only to fall to my mid-back. I subconsciously brushed my fingers lightly over my dark freckles, my red nailpolish suddenly in view. Zaza was right; I should've gone with a dull coat. Too late now.

"You'll call," Zaza stated, placing a kiss on my forehead. I smiled softly, nodding as I gave xem a quick hug. Before xe could hug backs I pulled away and fished my entrance slip before walking towards the gates. I dared not look back to see wether or not Zaza stayed, trying to make sure xe doesn't regret sending me there.

As soon as I walked through— and I mean through— those gates, I automatically felt the difference. Magic was buzzing through the air. Everyone here, they were all girls. Most were wearing very revealing clothing. I smiled; it's because the men aren't here. There is no one to make them feel scared, like prey, and now a lot of them are wearing nice clothing that make them feel comfortable. Of course, this 'lot' were all older girls and only a few Freshman. I noticed most of the new comers were wearing casual clothing. Not all of the girls wore 'sexy outfits' either, and I noticed there were a wide array of how they wore their clothing here.

One thing I did notice, though, is that all of their Colors were visible. The group of girls in front of me were loose, thin material shirts that were practically transparent, along with black gym shorts that didn't cover their butts that much; all of their Color bands were extremely visible. One girl, a blonde, had two Colors, both in the Black. Seeing this made my eyes widen. No way. I didn't even know that was possible!

I look around some more. There were a wide range of nationalities, too. I started wandering around campus, looking at everyone and everything absentmindedly. For a second I feared the could tell what was so different about me. That they knew what the flatness of my chest meant, the shape of my face, the aura I gave off. No one bag an eye in my direction, though. I look at my acceptance letter and see that I was placed in the East Dorms, room 107. How lucky am I to get a dorm on the first floor.

The campus itself was huge. The exterior made it look small and cramped, but walking through that gate made me realize how spacey it actually is. The dormitories was a five-story building in the shape of a plus, a translucent purple force field around it. I heard that since there are a lot of violent completions, the dormitories have extra protection as to not get damaged. As I walked toward the building, I found myself eaily going right through the force, and another feeling erupted inside me. Same magic, but a lot more concentrated and contained then before. Interesting, I consider.

The dormitories have four wings, one for each direction (north, west, south, and east) all connected by a giant dome building in the center. In between each wing there are doors to enter the dome building. As soon as I enter, my jaw drops. The exterior is made of plane stone with the occasional vines climbing to the top, but on the inside it's painted all black with pictures painted only in gold. The ceiling is as high and the five stories, also in a dome shape and I can barely make out to painting above me. A girl was hovering up above, finger softly tracing over the delicate paints. I notice that in pillars on the dome and wall are golden as well. There were four massive doors (gold frame and black wood) that were labeled with the correct directions. I faced to door labeled EAST and placed my hand on the knocker. It was a simple ring with random carvings in them, a metal cool to the touch painted in the same gold. I knocked once, softly and the doors swung open. I ran inside, not wanting the door to shut on me, and realized how strange it must be that the knocker was perfect for my height but now awkward it would be for taller/shorter people.

I walked down the hallway, not going up the stairs due to the fact that my dorm was, again, on the first floor. I looked at each palette, until stopping at the room that read:

Room 107

Leah Foster

3

I could only guess that the '3' was for the amount of Colors I have. I look at the door on the left of mine:

Room 105

Aviendha Merchel

5

...FIVE?!