After breakfast, I dropped my plate and empty glass at the drop off section and went to my room. I remembered the number and opened the door. Four gigantic poster beds, two on the right wall, faced another two positioned across the room. White lace hung from the top of the beds, cascading down wooden beams and pooled onto the floor.
The carpet had plain, dark brown lush shag that my training shoes almost disappeared. A fancy chandelier cast a majestic glow.
There was nobody inside except the three unmade beds and clothes strewn everywhere over the beds and floor.
Makeup scattered on the nightstands. My bed was the only one still neatly made, and a radio clock stood close to the bedside lamp. My schedule sat in an envelope on my bed. A welcoming letter was with my schedule. I didn’t have time to read it and opened my bag and grabbed clothes.
The shower felt great and there was a tinge of a scent mixed with the water, just like at the palace.
When I got out, the three girls were back and getting ready for the day.
“Oh, you must be the new girl. I’m Ashley.” The blonde with bangs covering her eyebrows came forward. Her hair reached just above her shoulders, and her frame was curvy. She shook my hand.
“Vivienne,” a girl with black hair and dark eyes with ivory skin laid on her bed, said.
“Sarah,” the girl with red hair and freckles that dusted her skin, spoke. They all were fairly average built. I doubt with the training we get, the pounds struggled to hold on.
“Dragon or Dragonian? Your eyes are exceptionally green. Are you a Green Vapor?” Ashley asked.
“No, I’m a Dragonian. Elena.”
“Oh, welcome.” She let go of my hand and went over to her bed. “What happened? I mean you are two days late.”
“Formalities I guess and a paranoid father.”
She giggled. I walked to my bed and dried my hair. My hair dryer irritated the living crap out of them, as they had to yell to each other. When I finished, they kept talking about a girl named Sammy. And how they have to get closer to her.
Blake had a sister named Sammy. He told me she was my age. Was it her? Around nine, the bell rang for class and we all headed out, ready to start the day.
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Iwalked into a lecturing hall. Tiered seating behind long desks led down to the teaching area with a podium, table and chair tugged behind. A guy with honey-colored eyes and golden blond hair waited on the podium with his hands behind his back. He kept smiling as we entered. He wore a pair of faded jeans and a black t-shirt with a tribal print design covering his chest. The guy couldn’t be a teacher. He was way too young.
I stood in the entryway as everyone took their seats.
A large chalkboard took up half of the wall behind the guy. Shelves with books and glass cases lined the back of the class. Paintings of Labyrinths and House of Stairs Lithograph art covered parts of the walls. The House of Stairs paintings freaked me out. My gaze landed on a sword hanging from a hook behind one of the glass cases. The sword looked old and weathered.
“Welcome, Elena. Glad you can join us. Take a seat.” The guy pointed at one of the open seats behind the tiered desks.
He knew my name, and I walked up the stairs and took a seat in the third row.
“My name is Sir Edward. In this class, you will learn Paegeia’s mysteries,” he said, staring at me. The entire class sighed, deflating their obvious displeasure. “So where were we yesterday?”
“You were telling us about the King of Lion Sword,” a boy with bulgy eyes and dark brown hair said.
“Thank you, Trevor,” Sir Edward replied.
“The King of Lion Sword is the only sword that can slay evil too strong for non-magical weapons, especially dragons. Why is this sword the only capable sword, Becky?”
A girl with short, dark hair shrank into her chair. “It’s the only sword blessed by King William, a thousand years ago.” She’d clearly sucked the answer out of her thumb.
“Yes, and how did the sword get blessed?” he asked.
“Holy water,” she answered, and everyone laughed.
Sir Edward smiled. “No. Riley,” he called on a girl in my row whose hand reached the highest.
She flipped her hair and gave Becky her ‘I’m-smarter-than-you-are’ smile. “No one knows for sure, but there are plenty of ideas.” Riley gave a breakdown of a million possibilities.
