When she was gone, Wave blinked.That girl had presence.She glanced at her phone and cursed.She was going to be late for her own class if she didn’t hurry.Fuck.Where was her class-room again?
Chapter 4 – Wave
WhenWavemadeitinto the room, she took it all in slowly.This class was much smaller and held in a classroom that looked more like a science class than a lecture hall.Natural Elements III was a third-year class.From what Wave had gathered, the first year had dealt with water and earth, the second year with fire and wind, and the third year started with electricity.
Damn, she could have used some tips on fire elements.She sucked at handling fire.
Water was the most natural to her, inherently woven into her makeup on her siren and stormbringer side.That’s why she had chosen to present as a storm spirit.It was similar, if much weaker, to the elemental branch compared to stormbringers.
Earth wasn’t her strong suit, not even close, especially on dry land, but then it wasn’t an element many others handled well either, so her being crap at it wouldn’t raise anyone’s curiosity.She had never been interested enough in sandstorms to learn.
Now, fire, on the other hand, was an element she had no affinity towards.Zero, nada, null.She could fan the flames with wind or douse them with water, but that was the extent of her abilities and understanding.
Wind was another thing she was good at.She could have pulled wind spirit off in an emergency, but that would have limited her use of water too much.Storm spirits had some control over the wind.The trouble was to play down her abilities to an acceptable level.Stormbringers were on another level regarding their affinities.
Wave found a free seat and took it, once again pulling her notebook out.This class didn’t have a proper course book.Curiously, she looked around her classmates.At least half of them wore some form of mage robes, the other half consisted of a mishmash of everything.
There were a few demons, fire and water, which would have been Wave’s guesses, respectively, of the man and woman sitting together.From the twitchy moves, she guessed that the other two were some sort of shifters.Maybe deer or fox?Honestly, she didn’t have any idea.They might have been some forest spirits, too.It was just all the green and brown they were wearing that gave her that presumption.
She didn’t have time to observe her classmates further before the teacher of this class, Dr.Johanson, walked in.She looked like a middle-aged white woman with brown hair and blue, piercing eyes, but what or how old she actually was, Wave didn’t have a clue.Dr.Johanson carried herself easily in her business suit, though, and there wasn’t a stray hair in sight.She was probably best friends with Mrs.Smith.
“All right, class.Let’s begin,” she said and clapped her hands, summoning a small spark of electricity.
Waveinwardlycringedandthen focused hard on keeping her lightning in the bottle.Unlike most of her classmates, she had no trouble catching the lightning bolts Dr.Johanson threw at them.In fact, she could have called all of them to her at once, but acting like it took effort was harder than she would have anticipated.
The task was simple.Catch the lightning bolt in the spelled glass bottle and hold it there until Dr.Johanson dispelled the magic.Simple in theory, in practice, Wave had to block all her own power from amplifying the effect created by the spell.One moment of lost focus and there’d be a thunderstorm in the classroom instead of very controlled sparks of electricity.
“Very good, Ms.Spinwell,” Dr.Johanson said as she walked over and waved a hand over her bottle.The bolt fizzled out, and Wave let out a relieved sigh.
“Thank you, Dr.Johanson.”
“Can you duplicate the effect?”
“Ma’am?”
“You held the spell for a long time and contained it quite well.What can you tell me about it based on your observation?”
“Huh?”That wasn’t the most intelligent sound she had ever made, and Dr.Johanson frowned at her before raising her voice for the whole class to hear.
“Every spell and element has its specific signatures and quirks, if you will.Every time you interact with one, it’s an opportunity for you to observe.Mastery over things starts from understanding them.Let’s try again, and this time, pay attention.”She walked to the front, and Wave sighed again.
“Like containing that thing wasn’t hard enough,” she muttered under her breath and got a few agreeing noises.She smiled weakly at the woman sitting next to her.
“Dr.Johanson can be a bit… pedantic.You’ll get used to it,” she said.“I’m Elisa.You are the new girl, right?”
“Yeah, Wayla Spinwell,” Wave replied.
“I’m seraphim, you know,” she said excitedly.“And you are?”
“Elisa,” the guy on her other side sighed.“You know it’s rude to ask that.”
“But that doesn’t make any sense,” Elisa pouted.“And he’s malakim,” she added, pointing at the man.
“Sorry,” the guy said.“Angels are very hierarchical.Announcing our rank is part of the proper protocol,” he grimaced.“I’m Salis.Salis Glowfeather, and please don’t ever call me Mr.Glowfeather.”
“Wayla Spinwell, storm spirit,” Wave introduced herself with a grin.“If you two want to sit next to each other.I can change,” she offered.
“No.”
