Academy of Powers: Chapter 3

Dust flew into my eyes, and the door clicked behind me, auto-locking itself. Why had I ever come in here? I felt my hand over the walls until I came to something that felt like a switch. I pushed it down, and something clattered against the floor. I felt my hands again until I felt something that was really a switch. I clicked it, and the lights flickered on. I was not expecting to see what I saw. The room's walls were crystal. Every 4 feet on the hard white crystal, a plaque was there. The first said Lily Hardock. The second said Georgia Lyn.  I looked where I thought the light switch was, and a Tanzanite skull was on the floor, its face cracked. I pick it up, and it cracks in two in my hand. As it falls to the floor, instead of breaking into a zillion pieces, it explodes into golden dust. In the center of my palm, a note sits there. It must have been inside the skull. I uncurl the paper and read it. 

I have wonder to know thee who reads thine scrawl be many years ahead of time, most thousands. So I am confessing anyone who can see thy writing on this paper- they are blessed with the power of Resurrection. You are the chosen. You have power, and you will inherit many features if you find it.

Yeah... I was confused. Find what? The source of the power? How would I find that? I just strolled around. This resurrection place was big. And neat. And if you took all this stuff and sold it, you would most likely be a billionaire. Over billionaire, probably. Then, at the center of the room, I saw it. On a white stone pedestal, sat a brown pebble. On it was the letter R. It was the size of my thumbnail, yet I knew it was the source of the power. It wasn't even worth a billionth of a cent, but it was very, very powerful. I stared at it in the center of my hand. Then I heard a giggle. "Frrriiieeennnndddd." The voice said in a voice that obviously meant I was not, on any circumstances, their friend. I looked behind me in the light. Nothing. I looked to the ceiling. Nothing. I looked to the shadows. A grin. "Sir. Hello." He stepped into the light. His outfit today consisted of a pair of blue jeans, blue shirt, blue jacket, blue hat, blue shoes, blue ring, blue cuff links, and a bright orange bow tie. He had a black sword in his hand, and one green pig earring. He twirled the sword. "What are you doing in here, Arian?" I backed away. He put up the sword. The tip was inches from my face. "I'll repeat. What are you doing in here, Arian?" I stuttered out a few jumbled-up words, then said, "Sir, nothing, nothing at all." I fumbled for something. The sword was against my neck. "It sure don't seem like that, Arian. You sure, darlin'?" I nodded. He sheathed his sword. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and was about to walk away when-- Sir lashed out. His sword slashed across my chest, and cut off my school uniform's suit. "Never let this happen again, darlin'." He sheathed his sword for real and took a key from his pocket. He locked the scabbard, (Weird), and walked away. Then I noticed something drop from his pocket. I waited until he walked away. It was a vial. It had silver liquid in it. A note was attached to it. In fancy scrawl it said this:

Drop stone in vial. Soon. Or death. Annihilate students on all costs. NO SURVIVORS. THE WORLD MUST BE RID OF ALL LIFE.  

I could barely read it, but it said: Drop stone in vial. Soon. Or death. Annihilate students on all costs. NO SURVIVORS. THE WORLD MUST BE RID OF ALL LIFE. It was obviously Sir's. Stone... did they mean the pebble? I took off the cork and red smoke billowed out. I took the stone and gently dropped it in. I shoved the cork on before it did anything, and the silver slowly turned to.... glowing golden. I put it in my pocket and slowly walked out. I realized it was long past the end of class, and walked to the Electricity door. Electra was doing her nails. A boy slightly taller than her was talking to her. Every now and then, she'd nod. The boy had dark red hair, green eyes that were smooth and narrowed, a leather vest, long-sleeved blood red shirt, purple combat boots, black jeans, a banana-yellow bandanna around his neck and... a knife sharper than anything I had ever seen was tied around his waist with a flimsy string. He talked while snarling and growling, and his skin was as pale as the moon. I walked to the door. Electra stood up. "H'lo." The boy smiled, and it looked hard for him. "Lo. I'm, erm, don't laugh- Saurus. Saurus Diverdanti." I nodded. "Ok." He smiled for real. "Great! Already like this guy. I'm the head of the Animals cabin." I noticed the banana-colored bandanna was actually leopard print. The leather vest was really a panther skin. (He could probably replenish stuff.) I took the note from my pocket and showed it to them. Electra's face turned to stone. "Sir. That's Sir's handwriting. But.... why would he want to kill us all?" She said warily. Saurus took the note. "Hmm. Hmm. Hmm. Yeah, that's Sir. But... how will he kill us? He's a mortal." I pulled out the vial. "With this. I know nothing about it, yet I can sense the deadliness. Can't you?" They shook their heads. "Sorry. Nope. Sensing Life and Death is a resurrection power. We aren't resurrection." My eyes widened. "But... I can sense it. It's chock-full of pure death." Electra sighed. "Probably placebo. I bet it's just his tonic or insomnia medicine." Saurus nodded. I took off the cork, and the liquid smelled like chocolate and marshmallows and cookies and everything I loved smelling. Saurus smiled. "See? Just a nice-smelling elixir." I looked at uncertainly. "I need a plant." Saurus nodded. He came back with a girl. She had dark green hair, green eyes, skin the color of a mocha latte, green skirt, jacket, shirt, and shoes, and a green bracelet. "We need you to make the simplest plant as possible. Because we may or may not kill it." She looked taken aback. "'Tis fine." She had a very deep French accent. 
"Plant'a glow, Plant'a shine, 
replenish the love, for it
was once mine, sprout and
grow, deep within, let thee
soil entomb thee dark sin."
That was definitely the dumbest poem I had ever listened to. She sighed. Golden light came from her hand and the most beautiful leaf appeared. It was dark purple, and it had silvery edges. It had a white glow surrounding it. I felt guilty, but I poured a drop of the elixir. It immediately started smelling like rotten eggs and my older sister's Love-a-Luscious perfume. It burnt a skull shape through the leaf then sizzled out. We stared. Electra started, "Perhaps he could use that to annihilate us."