Silverstone Academy for the Gifted
With our letters in hand, we stepped through the now open doors, entering the gothic castle, beginning our new lives at Silverstone Academy for the Gifted. If only those who didn't go here knew what the school really was for.
"What is this place? Some sort of Hogwarts for monsters?" My sister asked, looking around at the castles enhance hall in awe.
"Looks like it." I replied, studying the dozens of people rushing around us. I didn't see anything that stood out about them, they all looked completely human. "Why does everyone look normal though?" I asked, not expecting the students to look the way they do. Not that I was expecting claws and fangs and fur or anything.
"Not what you imagined?" A voice sounded from behind us, and we both jumped. "Not every species looks different than a normal human while in their dormant state. Take you two for example, you look perfectly human now, but if you were to experience true bloodlust, your skin would grow pale and your eyes would change colors. And then there are your fangs." A tall woman explained, looking down over us.
I couldn't tell if I were just short of if she were just abnormally tall, but there was at last a foot difference in our height. My already cold skin grew colder, now well below freezing. Why did she make me so uncomfortable? Who is she?
My eyes widened when I realized I said that last part aloud. The woman just smiled, and began to make her way towards the large staircase at the far end of the entrance hall. My sister and I followed, not sure what else to do. As we did so, I noticed a large painting placed perfectly between two floor to ceiling stained glass windows. It was of the woman.
"My name is Victoria Silver. I am the headmistress here." She smiled, and a chill ran down my spine. "Welcome to Silverstone."