The Nevermore Contract(closed)

Isabell Nora

Fey, bless his little soul, escorted me to my room. It was like eight o'clock in the morning and I shouuld have been asleep by now. Once outside my door, Fey gave a small bow to me before running off to class, Gren foating along behind him. He was always so cute to say that he had been feared during the war. Surpressing a yawn I wondered into my room and quickly undressed into my beloved pajamas slash night dress. A loose fitting corset and deffinatly loose skirt. If it wern't for my hips the skirt would be around my ankles. Pulling the curtains closed, I curled up in the bed that I loved so. Closing my eyes I sliped off into my usual deep and usually dreamless sleep. Images kept flashing at me: Delilah, the kitchen maid hadn't the knights mentioned something about her?, warriors from the Netherworld, a symbol painted on thier chests hadn't I seen that before?. Then I woke. It had scarcly been an hour and I daren't go back to sleep for fear of more dreams. I hadn't drempt for one hundred and eighteen years, so why now? Grabbing my cape like coat I headed to the music rooms, stopping by the kitchen for an ever so graceful bottle of blood. Luckily I walked in on Caleb's lesson, I hid myself at the back of the class as there was no room to sit next to him

Noen
I walked off down the hallway, my books in a bag swinging by my side. I needed to find Nenlia, tell her what's going on. As I turned down the corner I spotted Nenlia, Rosie, a small girl I didn't recognize and Delilah.
"Nenlia." I called down to her. She just smiled softly at me and waved.
"Noen, shouldn't you be heading to class?" She asked. Her eyes were guarded and she stood straighter than normal.
"I need to talk to you." I replied. She merely nodded and replied, "Later," and started to walk away. I grabbed her wrist, but then paused, her skin was burning.
"Later Noen." Nenlia snapped and then turned to the others. "I'll see you all later." She then walked off down the hallway.

Nenlia
I'm not sure how it happened, but all of a sudden, I started feeling sick, my fever rose considerably and it took all my effort not to fall over. I bid them all farewell and then walked down the hallway, hoping that I would be able to make it to class.
"Nenlia." I heard Noen's soft voice whisper in my ear as he grabbed my wrist again. This time I stopped and let him spin me around towards him. "What's wrong?" I just shook my head and unconvincingly tried to pull away from him.
"What's wrong?" He repeated, pulling me into his arms. His usual warmth was unbearable for me, but I felt calm in his arms. I didn't realize I was panicking till he held me close. What could be bothering me? Just then another bell went off in the distance.
"I've got to go." I whispered, gently pushing against his chest.
"I'll walk you there." He replied, gently placing his hand on my waist and led me forward.

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Fawn / The Commons (aka The Common Area):

I am not a morning person. Liam likes to say I’m not an any-time-of-the-day person but I have a particular hatred for the morning. Reclining in an over-stuffed chair in The Commons, I nurse a cup of strong black coffee.
The warning bell rings. The first period bell chimes. I don’t move.
Caleb strides past, then double-takes, turns, and walks in.
“Shouldn’t you be in class?” Caleb raises one eyebrow.
I inhale deeply the aroma of the coffee. “I could ask you the same.”
“I forgot my books in my room. What’s your excuse?”
“I have Strategy And Combat in first period. You and I both know there is very little I could benefit from that. It’s like you taking a class on Swordsmanship.”
“You have a point.” Caleb turns and walks towards the dormitory.

Liam

I was walking through the corridors, my eyes blind and unfocused, but my feet taking me to where they knew I needed to be. Class was down the long hallway, and about to start. If I was late again, well, we'll just not think about that.

My mind wandered back to this morning. It kept surprising me how simple it was to laugh now, even when it feels like you're about to explode. I wasn't angry- how could I be?- but it felt like an invisible line had just been crossed, and it felt...wrong. I could see how everyone would feel that way, especially Aden, and, hey, I felt that way most of the time as well. But it still didn't feel right.

Speeding up my steps to try and get to class on time today, while trying to focus my mind on other things, I turned the corner and ran into another passing student.

"Oh, my gosh! I'm so sorry," said a small girl with big grey wolf ears as she bent to pick up her dropped books.

"What are you doing?" I asked a bit harshly. The bell rang, signaling the beginning of the period, and I sighed. "Everyone's supposed to be in class."


Danie

I stood and looked around, feeling my face get warm. "Well, um. Actually, you see I- Er, well..."

The boy I collided with was silent for a moment. "You're new here." It wasn't a question, but I nodded anyway. "And you're lost." I nodded again. He rolled his eyes half way, then froze, a new look coming over his face. "Where do you need to go?" he asked, no less cold than when he first spoke.

"Umm..." I said, taking out the slip of paper that had the room on it. The boy snatched it from my hands and looked at it, eyes roving the print.

"Hm. Looks like we have class together, Danica." I paled when he knew my name, then realised that it must have been on the sheet. He passed the slip back to me and started walking down the hallway. Adjusting my books, I raced to keep up with his long strides.

I expected him to say something, not necesarily much, but something. "What's your name?" I finally asked.

The boy was silent for a minute. "Liam," he answered shortly, and I felt my ears twitch in annoyance.

"Thanks for helping me," I tried again. This guy was hopeless; had he learned any conversational manners?

He shrugged. "The way I see it, you're helping me. One more late entry and the professor might kill me." From anyone else I knew, that would probably have been meant to be a joke, but Liam said it with no hints at anything other than fact.

I fell silent as he turned into a classroom, where everyone was listening to the professor's lecture. The teacher stopped mid-sentence and turned to us, or, rather, to Liam, who was blocking the door. "Pleasure you could join us, Mr Ward."

"Oh, it's a pleasure to be here, sir," Liam said, drawing laughs from a few people in the room. My brow knotted in confusion. Was this guy a jokster or bipolar?! This was way different than the way he spoke to me in the hall. "Very sorry I'm late."

"What's your brilliant excuse this time?"

"This time," he replied, "I actually do have a brilliant excuse." The professor raised his eyebrows and waited. I tried to slip my way into the class, but Liam wouldn't move. I exhaled sharply and felt my ears twitch again. "I was helping a new student find her classroom."

"Oh?" It didn't sound like the professor believed him. "And where is this new student?" Annoyed and not really trusting Liam to say I was right there, I thrust my hand into the air behind his shoulder.

"Right here, sir," I said, Liam finally stepping out of the doorway. "Sorry I'm late. I got lost."

"Yes, well, it's understandable. So long as it doesn't happen often." At that he looked very pointedly at Liam. "Go ahead and take a seat."



(Sorry it's a bit choppy. I wrote it in a hurry and knew I really needed to get Danie back in the story. If I need to change anything, please let me know.)

Cassondra Levkova

I was late for class, I knew I was late for class, and yet, it didn't really matter to me. I mean, I was only here to be off of the streets and be protected from the men who would be hunting me back down, not to actually learn anything. I glanced down at the schedule in my hand, where was I supposed to be anyway? Elven History- room W305. I rolled my eyes. It wasn't likely that I would ever go to that.

I wandered through the mostly empty halls before I came to a small, empty classroom. Without really making a concious decision to do so I walked in, closing the door behind me and sighing in relief. In those big hallways with endless amounts of doors and scores of students I felt like a monster walking through. The burns on my face and neck made me feel like everyone was staring at me. And they were. Who wouldn't stare at the girl who had such an ugly face?

I didn't want to be here. I wanted to go back, back before the accident, back before my mother threw me out. Back to when it was nice to be alive, when I had friends that didn't gawk at my face when they thought I wasn't looking, when men didn't stir up such strong feelings of revulsion in me. Back when I had a brother who loved me. Back before I had to fake happiness, when it was real.

I reached out one hand and snapped my fingers, taking advantage of my aloneness. Instantly a flame ignited, hovering an inch above my palm.

Blaze:

I’m soaking up the professor’s words like a sponge. I watch as he explains why the birch sap and werewolf blood react to create a cure to the common cold. If you are brave enough to drink it.
It has been a long time since I have attended school. My parents provided their support to the Dikurin army during the war. They were one of many dragon families to do so. After the war, all those dragons were exiled and sent to the outskirts of the Netherworld. We inhabited in the mountains, living off the land.
I haven’t met many other creatures besides dragons so I can’t help looking around the classroom examine the tails, ears, and fangs. I try to guess the species of the normal-looking students.
“Therefore, infusing water with spearmint leaves, witch hazel, marigolds, and parsley is a remedy for what?” the professor who I’m guessing is a breed of elf proposes to the class. No one answers and they all avoids eye contact. I know the answer. It’s one of the first things my mother taught me. I feel a pang of regret.
“It’s used to treat burns,” I answer.
“Very good. I’m impressed, Miss…”
“Hellan, Sir. I’m Blaze Hellan.”
“Welcome.” Then he launches into a speech about the importance of safety while handling crystalized oak leaves.
A couple of the students look back at me. The new girl. All the other pupils seem older that me. I’ve only seen four students who look 16 like me. I slouch a little lower, then brush my scarlet tangle of hair across my face. My mother hated when I did that. It still hurts to think about my family. But I had to leave - I just had to.

Caleb/Gymnasium:

Fencing.

It was a relatively new skill for me. I had learned the art of swordsmanship form early childhood, but this? Fencing was a different beast all together.

I loved it- well as far as I could love something- It would be better put that I greatly enjoyed it. I went through the motions again and again, I never tired of them. Something about wielding a blade had always awoken a primal thing in me. I was never so contented then when holding a sword- they became extensions of my being. I wasn't a violent or volatile person in the slightest but something about swordsmanship harmonized with my soul.

"Caleb!" I snapped back to the present just in time to dodge a sideswipe from the fencing masters blade. "Idiot!" he shouted, golden eyes narrowing. "I could have taken your head off." I raised my eyebrows in mock confusion.

"All due respect sir but you couldn't." I heard some of the newer student's gasp at my supposed insubordination. our instructor was a vampire, as old as the school itself, making him only a few hundred years younger than I. In actuality he had been teaching me fencing and I had been teaching him the rougher form of swordsmanship that I had learned as a child. He was the closest thing to a friend I had now, he knew me well. He only laughed at my words and let down his guard.

"True Caleb, you have the "real world" experience that I lack. But for the sake of this class let's say I almost took your head off- what did you do wrong?" he turned to the rest of the class, I groan inwardly, he was going to make an example- he loved making examples. "Now everyone what did Caleb do wrong?"

I turned to them to watched,trying to see who and what they all were- certainly a motley crew. One smaller boy- probably a fairy halfbreed judging by his oddly inwardly slanting eyes- piped up , I smiled trying to set him at ease- I was interested in his reply.

"He wasn't paying attention?" He answered haltingly, eying my warily, maybe he was worried I would be vexed.

-Would I be vexed if I were my real self?

"Correct." I said smiling again at him, "My mind had wandered and it could have put me in danger."
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(hope this works, if not pm me and I'll gladly edit! )

Cassondra Levkov

For a second I just basked in the change in me when I finally released my flame. How long had it been? Six years now? There was so much relief associated with the action. I took a deep breath and tossed it, catching it in my other hand. Warmth spread and suddenly a memory returned to me.

"Catch Cassie!"

I whirled, holding out my hands immediately to do just that, and catching a fire ball in my hand. I smiled at my brother, not missing the sparkle in his green eyes. "What's this for?" I called back, holding it up.

"I was just testing your reflexes! You passed!"

I laughed, throwing back my head to do so. "Is that all? If that was all you were doing let me tell you, it takes more than that to catch me off guard!"

"In that case!" He dissolved into the air and I froze. Oh no. Where I was great with fire and proficient with air, he was great with air and average with fire. I tried to concentrate on the air around me, to catch any suspicious movements, but got nothing.

"Ja-" I was hit from behind and fell to the ground, laughing uncontrollably as he reformed and started tickling me. "Stop! Stop!" I shrieked between peals of laughter.

"What are you going to do about it Cassie?" He called to me, still tickling my writhing body. "Huh? Where are your great reflexes now?"

"Stop! Stop! I! Can't breathe!" I begged.

He finally stopped and I gulped in great breaths of air. "There. Now don't ever go saying that I can't take you."

I smiled at him and sat up. "Bad idea brother." I taunted, tossing a newly formed ball of flame from hand to hand.

I jerked from my own memories and looked down at the ball I was tossing from hand to hand. My face twisted into a scowl and the flame ball exploded in my hands.

Caleb/hallway:

I had left the gymnasium as soon as class ended, and headed back to my room to wash and change for dinner.
While I walked down the hallway I began humming the tune of the Vivaldi piece I had been studying for the last few weeks- the speed of the notes was incredible! I was still having problems with them- then again Violin is not my fortel but I'm learning, what else is eternity good for.....

-I had a hour until dinner right? if I just slipped into the music room for a few moments to practice no one would mind.

I deviated in my course heading straight for the conservatory. as I neared the door my nose twitched slightly, I smelled something off-

Smoke?

I quickened my step and just as I reached the door I heard a small explosion form inside the music room. I flung open the door and looked around to see the cause of the noise and smoke- a young girl was sitting on the floor a little way down the wall.

A magic user.

She had dark eyes and expressive brows and her glower was impressive.

"I'm sorry." I paused, she continued to glare. "I apologize for bursting in on you like this, i just smelled the smoke a head the explosion." she made no response-was that hatred in her eyes?

"I'm Caleb LaBreque, I'm one of the-"

"I don't care!" she cried jumping to her feet, I blinked at her.

Nenlia
His hand on my waist sent tiny sparks through my body. It ignited a strange feeling inside me, but I shook it off. I couldn't fall for him, there was no way.
Suddenly, Noen pulled me closer to him, enveloping me in an unbearable heat.
"Noen..." I whispered, trying to push away from him. He stopped in a darkened part of the hallway and faced me towards him. He placed his hand gently against my forehead and checked the rest of my face. It was driving me insane.
"Noen." I repeated this time, a little stronger. He ignored it but continued. This time I could feel the tears forming in my eyes. The pain of having him so close to me was unbearable. "NOEN!" I pushed him away and hid my face from him.
"Nenlia.." He whispered and took a slight step for me. His hand suddenly grabbed mine, squeezed it and let go. It meant sorry, I can't.
I wrapped my arms around his waist and cried into his shoulder. Why, after all this time, was this bothering me? Why was I sick? Why? What's happening? what's going on?

Noen
I gently put my arms around her. This was one of the only times that she ever cried, in front of me at least. Something must be really wrong.
"Nenlia, what's wrong?" I whispered into her ear. She gently nuzzled her head against my neck and I laid my head on top of hers. "Nenlia."
"Nothing. I'm sorry."
"It's obviously not nothing."
"Nothing's wrong."
"Don't lie to me."
"I'm not."
"Nenlia..."
"I'm sorry."
"Why?"
This time she didn't answer, just stood up straight, brushed the tears from her eyes, and walked off without another word. If I could feel anything, I would feel bad, sad, and I would want to chase after her. I didn't have any clue.

Blaze:

My last class of the day is in the basement. I am glad I came to Ilixandria Academy. I do not exactly fit in. Yet, my optimistic mind sings. I don’t have a room mate. But some of the students have been here for years, I think. Oh well. Maybe next year.
I trot down the lower hallway. A chill runs down my spine. I think about how much I dislike our uniforms. Then I remind myself I have only tripped once today.
“Blaze Hellan. Why does that name sound familiar?” A voice behind me jeers. I turn. It’s a beefy boy with a pinched face. I wonder if he’s a goblin. “Oh, right,” he continues, stepping closer, “I remember your kind.”
My mouth is dry. He is right up in my face and I notice he smells like fried onions.
“I think you have the wrong person,” I reply, meekly.
“Nope. I’ve heard about your family. About the dragons who helped the Dikurins kill thousands. They murdered innocent people. You’re the lowest of the low.” He shoves me and my back slams into the cold stone wall.
“I had nothing to do with that. It was my parents.”
“Whatever,” he taunts. “You should watch your back here, traitor. The people here haven’t forgotten what you did.”
“I did nothing!” I shriek. I feel myself burning with anger. I wish I could hurt him.
The guy backs up and lopes up the stairs. He calls over his shoulder, “I wouldn’t mention this to anyone, you being new here and all. Wouldn’t want to get a reputation as a snitch. Or anyone else finding out about your history…”
I’m breathing hard. How dare he try to blackmail me? To humiliate me? To accuse me of being the traitors my parents are? I see red. My insides burn. In the back of my mind, I tell myself I cannot, no matter what, turn into dragon-form. But there is nothing more I desire than to make this creep eat his words.
Out of nowhere, the rug lining the stairs slips - no, it pulls itself loose. The boy tumbles down the staircase, landing in a heap at the bottom. He picks himself up and looks from the staircases to me and then back again.
“ Freak,” he hisses.
“No,” I whisper so softly I doubt he heard me. My minds flying in a hundred different directions at once, my heart battering in my chest. I turn in the direction of my class and sprint, full throttle, my heels clattering down the tiles.
What is going on?

Danie (Evening)

This day had been dragging on for so long. It was fine-well, as fine as a first day ever is- until my head started hurting. It was one of those really bad headaches that start right behind the eyes and just keep growing. The bell finally rang, signaling the end of the last class of the day, and I let out a sigh of relief, even though the loud sound rammed into my head like a hammer.

I stood and made my way for the door along with everyone else. If it were any other day, I probably would've explored or something, eventually getting lost, but today I just wanted to go to sleep. The only place I knew my way to by heart was my room.

I navigated my way through the busy hallways toward the girls' dorms. Almost everyone I saw was end-of-the-day excited, their voices raised as questions were asked about studying, partying, and whatever else you could imagine being said in a school hallway. The occasional high pitched girlish scream-laugh made me wince and my head throb.

Quickening my pace, I finally made it to the dorms, through the door and into my room. Dropping my books with a clunk on the desk, I let myself fall face first onto my bed. I took a deep breath, bringing the scent of lavender and vanilla into me, easing the headache slightly.

The smell reminded me of Mother and Alisonne. It hadn't been all that long ago when I would've been in the hall with Mother right now, learning to play the harp. I had never improved at it, though; more often than not, we would wind up sitting on the floor in the corner right after I warmed up, Alise in Mother's lap, telling us all about whatever was going through her head.

Father didn't know what to do with us after Mother died. Alise and I spent hours in the music hall alone, waiting for Mother to come in and tell us it had all been a bad dream. But it wasn't. I think when Alisonne died, Father just kind of gave up. He didn't know how to take care of me on his own, how to finish raising me without Mother, so he sent me to school.

Maybe it was so I could forget what had happened. Maybe it was so I didn't have to walk along the hallways that would make my chest hurt with longing. But I didn't want that. I wanted to remember, and no matter where I was, I always felt that pain in the pit of my stomach when I thought of them.

I curled up into a ball, trying to make the pain stop. But this was a different kind of pain, going all the way from my head to my stomach. It was like each ache was playing off one another and multiplying. I tightened my curl and clenched my teeth, letting out an involuntary groan. I pushed my face into the pillow, willing it all to go away. I opened my eyes to the cieling, trying to push the growing black crawling along my vision back to the corners, but only making it grow faster. My heart began beating louder and my breath came faster. My eyes slipped closed as the blackness enveloped me.

Isabell Nora

I'd been up all day and my head was pounding. I'd only witnessed the first of the day lessons and gods it was boring, mine were so much more interesting. For the rest of the day I'd hung around in the basement, nothing much ever hapened down there. No secret passages or anything. Well nothing interesting until today.
It was last lesson, or there abouts, and this girl was going to or coming out of lesson when some goblin, desipisable creatures that they are, confronted her.
"Blaze Hellan. Why does that name sound familiar?” He said, he was taunting her. The idiot “I remember your kind.”
"I think you have the wrong person,” She whispered in reply, so meek, so innocent.
“Nope. I’ve heard about your family. About the dragons who helped the Dikurins kill thousands. They murdered innocent people. You’re the lowest of the low.” He shoved her against the wall, far too roughly for my liking.
"I had nothing to do with that. It was my parents.” I really ought to do something, but I wanted to see how this played out. As horrible of me as it was.
“Whatever,” he taunts. “You should watch your back here, traitor. The people here haven’t forgotten what you did.” The fool, of course people here remember! Half of the students here are Dikurin!
“I did nothing!” She shrieks, an angre in her eyes. The ugly thing backed up and skipped up the stairs. He calls over his shoulder, “I wouldn’t mention this to anyone, you being new here and all. Wouldn’t want to get a reputation as a snitch. Or anyone else finding out about your history…” It was at that moment when out of nowhere, the rug lining the stairs pulled itself loose. The goblin tumbled down the staircase, landing in a heap at the bottom. He picked himself up and looks from the staircases to me and then back again.
“ Freak,” he hissed, after that the girl started to run full pelt down the corridor. Now I know I was tired but it didn't mean that I wasn't still fast. I caught up to her and stopped her.
"What do you want?" Such sadness,
"Are you alright, I saw what happened back there," I tried to look 'nice'.

Delilah sighed, thankful that the stranger had left. She didn't feel comfortable around her superiors. Any word could be her last, Delilah knew.
More than anything, she wished to just to be left alone. She was happy where she was, she didn't want anything to change.
"Delilah..." Jane asked, grabbing hold of Delilah's arm and holding it tight.
'No worries Jane. I'm right here." Delilah murmured. She wasn't going anywhere. Jane smiled, letting go and turning to grab her coat.
"Come on, we need to go across campus to the girls' dormitory and start cleaning!" she said excitedly.
"Um, Jane?" Delilah said. Her friend turned, eyes flashing with something dark. But before Delilah could blink, the look was gone, and Jane was smiling like her normal self.
"Yeah?" Delilah swallowed, trying to push down the strange feeling welling up in her gut.
"It's nothing." she replied.
"Good.” Jane said, taking Delilah's hand. "Let's go."

It was dark when Delilah began her way back to the main building. The sun had disappeared behind the horizon, and the black sky was painted with white stars that seemed to be crying. Snow shimmered in their cleansing light, the nearly non-existent flakes shifting in the cold wind.
Delilah reached up, straightening her collar against the cold, and walked through the newly fallen snow towards the girls dorm.
Why is Jane acting so strangely lately? Delilah wondered. Jane had been Delilah's friend since the first day she had arrived at the Academy. She was quite, shy, but didn't like to be alone. Delilah had been the first person to ever go out of their way to talk to her. But...
"Hey Jane, I'm off." Delilah said, tugging on her jacket. Jane spun around, dropping the duster she'd been holing, a panicked look in her eyes.
"What?' she demanded.
"Well, since I've gotten all my work done..." Delilah trailed off. Jane was looking at her strangely.
"But, but you can't go, i'm not done yet." Jane said, reaching down to retrieve the fallen duster.
"Jane, I don't feel well. I'd stay with you, but I really need to get home." Delilah sighed. Jane's frightened look faded into one of furry, and she spun around and continued dusting.
"Fine." she growled.
Delilah reached up, slapping her cheeks in determination.
She would go back and confront Jane about what was wrong. Despite the dizzy feeling that had been plaguing her, friends had to stick together. And no matter what, Delilah wouldn't let Jane down.
Delilah turned, about to head back to the girls' dormitory when she was hit with an overwhelming wave of dizziness. She stopped, reaching up to clutch her pounding head, when another spasm hit.
What?
The world around her began to spin, the white snow melging together in a flurry of monochrome. Delilah, stumble forward, falling to her knees as the pain became continues.
I...
A final flash of pain hit Delilah like a hammer, cracking into her skull with enough force to split her entire body open. She let out a scream.
The world stopped, the pain melting away into a pale violet light that bathed the earth around her in a dull glow. Delilah leapt to her feet, staring at the ring of purple fire that now surrounded her.
"What, What is this?" she stuttered, to shocked to move. The fire flickered and waved in the breeze, though there was nothing to burn. It seemed to call to her, whispering words only she could hear. Delilah reached out, brushing her hand through the flame.
It didn't burn.
Spirit fire someone whispered. Delilah jolted back to consciousness, pulling her hand away from the mesmerizing flame.
"What, who's there?" she demanded.
"You know, I always was jealous of you, Delilah." Delilah spun towards the voice, which came from a cloaked figure standing only a few feet away.
"What?"
"Pretty, funny, kind, without a care in the world. You have Aden waiting on your every move and you don't even care. I wanted so much to be like you. To BE you."
"Who are you?" Delilah asked, mind racing. The cloak fell to the earth, revealing a young girl with mousey brown hair and glasses. it was the figure who had hung by Delilah's side since the very moment she'd entered the school.
"No." Delilah said, stepping back. The girl smiled, her wide grin revealing a set of small sharp teeth. Her eyes blazed gold for a moment, and suddenly she was standing only inches Away from Delilah, her hand poised around Delilah's throat.
No, no, no. This can't be happening, i...Memories of Jane's warm smiling face flooded Delilah's mind. She looked so happy then, but...
Hiding that sadness all this time, but waiting for someone to finally realize.Delilah looked up, meeting Jane's gaze. Behind the burning madness that encased them now, there was a never ending sadness, locked away just out of sight. Delilah felt the tears come, and shut her eyes, realizing what she had so stupidly ignored.
I'm sorry, Jane. I'm sorry I never saw.The grip around her throat tightened, and she was no longer able to breath.
"And once I get rid of you, I can be." Jane said.
I won't let you downThen everything went black.
Aden
I was sitting in the library when i felt it, a ripple of energy that filled my entire body with power. I smiled, connecting to the other knights to send out a single message.
It's time, she's awakened.

Rules for the battle scene
Hello, everyone. Yay, the battle has begun! Let's defeat Jane!
There are a few rules though, and a few things you need to realize. Jane has immense power at the moment, so she won't be easy to defeat. Here's what we need to do:
1)The Nakia can hang back at first. Now that their powers are awakened, their powers are going crazy and they need to get a grip before going to the battle.
2) The knights need to immediately go to the battle grounds, aka the main courtyard and start fighting Jane.
-Everyone needs to get a little beat up. No one escapes unharmed
-I will get the last post in which Jane gets destroyed. Have fun, but she won’t die easily and no ONE knight can cause major damage.
-leave the best fighting to the nakia. They are the most powerful, even more so than the knights.
3)Have fun! And work together to make this the best battle ever!