These creatures were fighting for equality between light and dark. There were dark creatures who wanted a fair chance in this world, and she was using that to get the creatures to fight for her. I didn’t know what she was fighting for, but now we knew why they were fighting us.
When I saw the academy I knew I couldn’t enter using the doors, so I tried to summon the wings. It took a few tries, but eventually I managed to summon the wings. I looked behind me and saw the wings. They were twice the size I was in height. Approximately. But they were large.
I dimmed the light the wings gave off, and took off. I tried jumping, but that didn’t work. Then I tried a series of different ways to take off, but none of them worked either. Eventually I closed my eyes, and willed it to happen. When I reopened my eyes I was off of the ground. I looked down, and soon I was plummeting to the ground. I panicked, looked forwards, and I stopped. I angled looked up, and I soared back up over the treetops. I looked down again, carefully, and didn’t plummet to the ground.
Joy bubbled up in me. The feeling of flying was amazing. I started moving forwards, angling my shoulders in the direction I wanted to fly. I got the feeling of moving through the air, and soon I was smiling. This was the feeling of freedom.
Eventually I turned back around towards the Academy, and flew back onto the roof. I made the wings go away, and climbed back into the window, which I had left unlocked. I climbed in silently, and found Storm asleep on the window seat, the note in his hand.
I sighed in frustration. I told him to stay away, and this is what he does. He roots through my stuff, and doesn’t even hide the evidence. Typical.
I shook him awake, and when he didn’t I pushed him off of the seat. When he hit the floor he started in surprise, groaning in pain. I smirked in amusement, then schooled my face back into indifference.
“Get out of my room, Storm.”
He groaned again, and asked, “Where did you go?”
“You read the note,” I said, “You know exactly where I was. Now, get out. I won’t say it again.”
He sat up, and glared at me. I glared right back. He sighed, and stood up, leaving my room through the bathroom. I sighed again. It was still extremely early in the morning, so I changed into some pajamas and flopped onto my bed.
I couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking about those creatures. The creatures I had killed when they were only fighting for equality between every creature. And I had killed them when I knew what it was like to fight for equality. I had fought to be who I was today, and that also meant I had to fight to not just be seen as a girl. I was a person, and that would never change whether I was a girl or a boy, or anything else.
I opened my eyes, and saw that it was time to get ready for breakfast, then class. I needed to stop the killing of these creatures. They were fighting for equal rights, and they didn’t deserve to be killed for that.
When I walked out I decided that after classes I would. So I went through my day the usual way I do. Bored out of my mind. The classes were too easy, and the only one that challenged me was Power Control because I was still learning about my powers. We practiced summoning my wings which got easier, and easier to summon.
After Power Control I walked over to Headmaster Azalea’s office, and knocked on the door. I heard a muffled, “Come in.”
When I entered he was going over some paperwork. He looked up, and jumped in surprise when he saw me. Guess he forgot that I was back.
“I need to talk to you Mr. Azalea,” I said. He waited for me to go on. “I think we should create weapons that disable but don’t kill.”
“Is there a reason?” he asked.
“I witnessed a meeting of creatures that are against us,” I started, “And I now know why they’re fighting against us. They want equality between light and dark creatures, and she is using that to her advantage.”
“How do you know this?” He said.
“I was walking in the forest because I couldn’t sleep,” I lied, “And I encountered a meeting by accident.”
“Really?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said. A bit of truth and a bit of lies. The best combination.
“Well, I’m sure we can start creating them, but we can’t be sure that they’re will be enough for everyone at the next attack,” Headmaster Azalea said.
“Then get the word out that the creatures are to be incapacitated, and not killed,” I said. “Unless there are dire circumstances.”
He looked at me for a minute, seemingly surprised that I was pushing this. Then he said, “Okay. I’ll get the word out that the creatures are not to be killed unless it is completely necessary.”
I nodded, “Thank you, Headmaster.”
He nodded back to me, and I stood up, exiting the room. I sighed and went to my room. I tried reading, but I was too restless. I wasn’t able to focus on the book. Get sucked into the book. So I headed down to the gym, and started on my strength. I was in the gym for an hour before I went back to my room to shower.
When I was out of the shower, and clothed, Storm walked into my room from the bathroom.
“What the hell do you want?” I asked.
He sat on my bed, and said, “I wanted to know why you were avoiding me.”
“I don’t avoid people,” I replied, drying my hair with my towel, “People avoid me.”
I was avoiding him, but I didn’t want him to know that. “Then why do you always escape the room when I enter it?”
“Really?” He walked towards me, where I was leaning against the wall. I gave him a flat look. He smirked. “Why are you avoiding me?”
“I’m not avoiding you,” I wasn’t happy. He thought this was a joke. I wasn’t laughing. He was about to say something else, “Don’t push it, Storm. I’m not the type of person who likes to be pushed.”
His smirk disappeared, “Why are you mad at me?”
I couldn’t hold it in or I was going to explode, “You want to know why I’m mad? Because you broke my trust, Storm. Everyone else came to visit me, but you didn’t. Because you couldn’t stand to see me like that? Well, I’ve been in worse situations and came out alive. But I thought you were one of the few people I could trust. But you broke that when you didn’t show up. I guess I was wrong.”
I turned away from him, and took a deep breath. “Blaze…”
I didn’t look towards him when I said, “I don’t want your apology. Get out.” I felt him reach towards me. I turned towards him, fury in my eyes, “I said get out. And next time you try to apologize to me, in words, I won’t give a warning.”
He sighed, looking ashamed, and walked out of my room. Sometimes I hated being so fiery. It meant my anger was dangerous, and could, quite literally, be explosive. I turned away from the door, and collapsed into bed, a sigh escaping me. I closed my eyes, and prepared myself for another sleepless night.