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The Night Academy ((Little incomplete story)) |
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It was the middle of the night, and Raven hadn’t changed for weeks. She was the only Night Creature accepted by her family, if not the locals. If she didn’t live in the area closest to the castle and the royal Guard, she would go out every night. She leaned back in her chair and put down the book she was reading. She felt so tired, all of these human habits were getting to her. The window blew open, and she stepped forward, extended her arms, and prayed there were no Guards about as she felt the feathers come out of her arms and her body. She felt like a dancer when she was flying. It was a beautiful sensation. She plunged into the inky darkness of the forest and nearly crashed into a nearby tree when she sensed something like her nearby. She swooped in for a closer look . . .
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Matthew woke and batted the raven out of his face. It was the middle of the night. The forest was close enough to the castle that he had almost been caught by the royal Guard several times. He was also stupid enough to be caught in the middle of the day, in his more obvious form. A paper blew into the clearing and he grabbed it.
Notice STUDENTS WANTED THE NIGHT ACADEMY ALL STUDENTS MUST REPORT BY APRIL 18TH LEVIATHAN INK WILL BE REMOVED AT VISIT The Night Academy? The prep school for Night Creatures. They must have spies all over to be able to know he was here, he thought. In reality he would be easily found if you were looking for him, or someone else, for that matter. The raven cawed and began flapping about his hands. He had failed to notice the tingling sensation of the Leviathan ink entering his bloodstream. April 18th was tomorrow— anyone foolish enough to stay away from the school would be dead within the early hours of the morning, even the Immortals couldn’t hold up to Leviathan ink for very long.
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The raven had read the paper over his shoulder, (or so it seemed, it was just a raven after all) and glided out of the woods in a way a raven altogether shouldn’t have. It dropped down onto a windowsill and hopped through the open window. It stretched and grew taller and morphed into a pale girl with spiraling black curls. Why had she saved him, pointed out the Leviathan ink, she was now beginning to question. Raven had let people die before, why didn’t she then? What was so special about him? Just a peasant boy run away from home, got caught in a little trouble with a fox. His ears and the way the was so nonchalant and incautious of the forest and its dangers were a dead giveaway that he had been like this for years. When Raven had first notice the small black wings on her back, she couldn’t stop fiddling with them, stroking the feathers to see if they were real. The boy hadn't noticed that he wasn’t human at all. _____
Footnote: Leviathan ink is a magical substance, it is extremely acidic and will corrupt your bloodstream. Footnote II: A Nightfox/Nightraven/Night creature was given a fatal wound by said animal but miraculously survives. The only scarring is Immortality and a feature of the said animal. They have an ability to transform into the said animal at night, but if they do so during the day or are not in their human(?) form by daybreak, are bound to that shape. The only way to escape is to pass it on to another Night creature (they will be bound to their human/animal form, depending which one they are in at the time) or to a human (they will be turned into a Night creature). A similar trick can be performed where you are not permanently in your animal shape, but you transfer it to another night creature (still bound to animal/human form) or ha human (becomes a night creature). This way, you will become human and are likely to die.
Russian Ivan Braginski · Sat Jul 23, 2011 @ 09:33pm · 0 Comments |
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