Academy of Powers: Chapter 4

Saurus walked in circles. "Oh no. Oh no Oh no Oh no. This is very, very bad. Why would Sir do this? Sir?" I looked at him, wondering how he could possibly be powerful. His soft Asian skin, turquoise eyes with a worried look inside, he just couldn't be dangerous. Electra was trying to calm him down. "Saurus. It's fine. We'll be alright. Remember? Sir doesn't have it. We do." Saurus shook his head quickly. "No. No. No, No. Sir can possess people. Don't you remember? He possessed you." Electra gasped. "Oh, that is bad!" She almost screamed, and I saw beads of sweat trace down her forehead. She muttered, "I left my family behind, killed a person, joined the dormitory I hated... all so I could be safe. But now I'm not safe. I'll never be safe again!" I had no idea what she was talking about. "Why would you do that? Make other people dead? So you can be safe? That's so selfish!" She glared at me, then nodded. "You're right. I shouldn't have done what I had done. I was scared of danger." Saurus growled at us. I almost saw his eyes flash red. "Cut to the chase! Pay attention. We're all going to die." The plant-girl stared at us. "Do you not know the power of thee possession?" She asked. We all nodded. "How? Well, you must say thine spell of resurrection. An official resurrector, also known as the Necromancer, can do the spell to forever a-sleep Sir Dylan, the crazed demon." I was startled. "Sir's a demon?" She sighed. "Yes, friend. Can you abnormalities never figure things out for yourself?" I rolled my eyes. "We abnormalities as you call it, can, but we don't. I will be the Necromancer." She laughed. "Thine? You are kidding the great one!" Now I was confused. "Great one?" She snorted. She was beautiful, yes, but sarcastic. "The great one is the child of the child of the child of the child of the child of the Immortal epoux." Electra groaned. "She's going into a French spasm. Unless you can speak French, we won't understand a word she says." The girl groaned too. "Oh, ai-je ne mentionne jamais me nommer? Mon nom est Shaely. Désolé pour toi français, mais je ne peux pas l'aider. Je suis chef des plantes. Comment va ton être le Nécromancien? Vous devez joindre à la résurrection ... demain. Monsieur fait plus tô." I was kind of spooked. "Erm, I can speak a little... um, your name is Shaely?" She nodded. "Um, the French is fine." She smiled. "Uh..... Necromancer... How are you....resurrection.... join.... reschedule.... tomorrow? How am I the Necromancer? I don't know." She sagged. "Did someone reschedule something?" She gagged. "Sir reporté le choix de dortoir!" I nearly choked. Even that I could understand. "I HAVE TO CHOOSE MY DORMITORY TOMORROW?! SIR IS CRAZY!" Saurus poked me a little. "We don't use the c-word to describe the master of elements." I snarled. "I don't care!" Saurus backed up. "You should." I inhaled. "Ok, then. Tell me how to choose."

I sat in the black velvet seat. Everyone was in identical clothing. The girls: A short blue long-sleeved shirt with a striking A, and a black skirt that went to their knees. The boys were wearing turquoise suits with upturned collars, and the same A, a black undershirt, black jeans, and neon blue sneakers. They had odd black ties that each had a vortex in the middle. Was the vortex a mascot, or something? All of the first-years wore purple instead of blue, but the exact same clothing. Sir was at the podium, black dress shoes, black dress shirt, black fedora, black dress pants, and a long black cape with a red velvet inside. He had a bright green cane in his hand. I couldn't see his eyes, but his dark, evil eyes glimmered under his hat. "Ah, students, students, warriors, soon-to-be-dead- er, soon-to-be-happy! Let's call some names! Let me explain this first. You know how in some books and some real life, you cut open your hand and spill blood into a bowl? This is exactly like that! You can probably guess what each is, so I won't bother explaining!" There were a ton of bowls, but only three caught my eye. All made of crystal, at the very top of the tower, there was one filled with obsidian roses, one filled with diamond roses, and one filled with Tanzanite roses. I had my eye set on the Tanzanite. Sir stood up, set his eye on me, then said, "Liya Diverdanti." A small girl whose face looked identical to Saurus's, but without furrowed eyebrows, and a smile with green eyes, walked up. She had long black hair, perfectly tanned Asian skin, elegant hands, and perfect-fit clothing. Saurus stood up and looked at his younger sister. He flashed a thumbs-up and she did it back. She took the knife, looked at it with fear, then gently poked herself. A tiny dot of red came up. I should do that, I thought. It was probably painless. She walked to a wooden bowl filled with a snakeskin and the one drop of blood fell. Sir forced a smile. "Go sit in the animals area, darlin'. Next... Cassandra Blewitte." A medium-sized girl with cropped brown hair, black eyes, and dark, disapproving frown walked up. She slit her hand open and dropped it into a bowl with a cube of glass in it. "Go!" Sir swept his hand in her direction, obviously disapproving her choice. "Charlene and Charlotte Bronte." They came up, took the knife, and poked it. They waved their hands over a bowl with a polished dagger. Sir nodded, a smile approaching the corner of his mouth. "Charlene, Charlotte, you know what to do." They strutted to the war section, their long brown braids flashing behind them. A sneer took over their mouths. "Arian Hawk." The room hushed. I guess they had heard about me. I approached the top of the tower, and took the knife. I slowly made a papercut-like slit. I dropped it in, and the roses shined. Everyone was quiet. One kid muttered, "He'll die soon. Sir'll hate him. You know how he's against power. The Mad Hatter." Sir heard it, and lashed out on the Earth kid. He fell to the floor. Saurus stood up. "YOU CAN NOT DO THAT!" Sir was a bit shocked at first, then said, "Darlin', how are you going to hurt me?" The way he quickly killed, or potentially killed, the way he calmly called people 'darlin'' after doing something horrible, the way he demanded us to call him 'Sir', or 'Headmaster'... I could see why Saurus was mad. But how would he hurt Sir? Saurus stared up at Sir and growled. He looked like a vicious baby. "I'll repeat once- YOU CAN NOT DO THAT!" His voice was tripled. Sir looked at him, with no surprise. He shrugged. "You can't do anything to me." He said simply. Saurus's eyes glowed red. "Oh, I wouldn't be so sure." At first, it didn't honestly look like anything. But slowly, Saurus's eyes narrowed, shining neon green, and his nails lengthened into claws. It looked weird- then I understood. Slowly, his skin turned into black fur. His teeth turned into sharp, deadly jaws. He got a black snout, cropped ears, large dark paws, a whip-like tail, and slim figure. He was a black jaguar. His tail had a nastily sharp iron hook. He arched his back. Sir looked like a mix of very, very, very, startled, and very, very, very scared. He backed up. Then grinned. "Oh, you want to play like lions?" He stood up and raised his cane. It turned into a long, silver snake staff. His cape turned a shimmering green velvet with white underneath, all of his clothes turned pearly white, except his fedora, which turned green. Rocks swirled around him, then caught fire. A ring of dark water swirled around him. He put his hands forwards, and all of it went forward. A girl jumped in the way. Electra. I guess she figured since the water connected to Sir, she could just electrify it. Sir's hair stood on end. I went to help her, along with a billion others. I muttered into Electra's ear. "So, how do I activate my Resurrection power?" She looked at me, an apologetic smile on her face. "You don't."