Legacies

The birds were chirping a heartfelt melody, with each graceful note changing the color of the sunflowers. The soft prick of the lush grass poked at my legs as I sat there naming the hues the sunflowers changed to. Red, Emerald, Green, Rose, Electric blue, Teal, I could name them all. It was all so calming, so peaceful, I could forget all my worries. The world, my skill-less body, my Drakon teacher, and my past. A bright glare caught the corner of my eye as I slowly shifted my attention towards the rising sun. It was the colour of butter, casting the world in its dazzling light. As I admired the sunrise however, the rays started shining right into my eyes, growing brighter and brighter by the second. The light was letting off a burning sensation that I couldn’t shake. I turned my head away and tried to cover my eyes with my hands, but nothing worked. I could still see the light as it clouded my vision, burning my eyes unti - CLONK!

“Little Miss Perfect is daydreaming now!” sneered Mrs. Grunkins as she hurled a flame-spit in my face, instantly waking me up from the shock.

I quickly re-adjusted myself, putting on my blue hair band that had fallen off when my head had smacked the hard steel desk. The firm knock back to reality reminded me that I was unfortunately not in a serene field of flowers, as I was instead wasting my time away at Talincrom Academy, the worst school on the planet. My head was still throbbing, but I could still see that I was getting dirty looks and smirks from my classmates, especially from those darn elves. They always seemed to think they were above any other species, especially us humans. I forced my attention back to the center of the classroom, where Mrs. Grunkins was continuing her history lecture.

“Which one of you pricks can tell me the date that the Great Progression started?” grinned Mrs. Grunkins, gleaming her sharp teeth for all to see.

I scanned the room, looking for anybody who knew the answer. Nobody raised their hand. Not even the stuck-up elves. Mrs. Grunkins grin widened, with her yellow pupils zoning in on me. I stared right back at her, with my reflection glancing off of her glossy white eyes. My emerald eyes, the blue hairband I had, my weird purple hair, and my soft-pale complexion were all reflected back in a kaleidoscopic way.

“Can you maybe tell us, Chrona?” mocked Mrs. Grunkins as she approached me with her hands on her hips. I maintained my eye contact, staring right back into her dark eyes.

“The start of the Great regression, which marked the transition of things that were thought to be fantasy into the real world, is still disputed between historians.” I answered.

I waited for what seemed like an eternity until Mrs. Grunkins finally slithered back to her neatly kept desk, spewing bits of fire and muttering under her breath as she went. I sighed with relief. Being a prodigy in all the basic subjects was the only thing I was good at. Just as Mrs. Grunkins was about to continue her lecture, the door to the classroom bursted open, unhinging itself and flying through the room, almost hitting one of the elves who fortunately ducked in time. Standing in the now empty door frame were two figures. One was the school principal, a tanned satyr with majestic horns named Mr. Fontamour who now stood sheepishly at the mess he had made. He wasn’t what had caught my attention though. No, what caught my attention was the boy who stood beside him. Not only were his clothes perfectly ironed, but he was sporting a navy-blue jacket embellished with golden beads, a pair of pure white jeans, and a white and blue striped tie to top it all off. He was like a sore thumb, sticking out from the dusty blackboards and kids dressed in random t-shirts. He didn’t belong here at all.

“Let me fix that for you,” said the mysterious new boy.

With a flick of his wrist, the door flew back into the door frame, forcing the elves to duck again to avoid getting hit.

“Show off,” I heard someone mutter.

“Be nice now children!” exclaimed Mr. Fontamour in an incredibly high pitched voice.”This young chap right here will be your new classmate! Would you like to introduce yourself?”

The new kids’ icy blue eyes seemed to stare right into my soul. What was he doing here? The new kid introduced himself, although I didn’t pay attention to anything he said. I was still very much focused on his attire and how he had quickly bowed to the class, piling onto my suspicions. There had to be a reason for him coming to this school. His mannerisms and clothing weren’t adding up.

“Why don’t you find a seat?” smiled Mrs Grunkins in an attempt to seem like a nice teacher.

Thankfully, the bell decided to ring at that time, signalling our break. I quickly packed my things and left, although I could still feel the boys stare as I walked out. Something was off about him and I was determined to find out what.