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Fiction ~ Chapter 2The school was bustling, the courtyard full of first years and their parents, saying goodbye to their 'oh so beloved darlings' before they started their time at this shithole. If they didn't want them to leave they shouldn't have sent them to boarding school in the first place. Stupid humans. Well it wasn't my job here to judge them, I scanned the crowds trying to find him, I knew he was there but there was just so many bloody kids and so many confusing thoughts that I couldn't pin point him at all
"Any luck?" I heard Ellette say behind me, I looked over at the small blonde girl and shook my head, the worry was already plastered across her face
"We need to find him soon before THEY find him, its " she trailed off when she noticed the look on my face, I knew all this already
"Elle, go take over looking on the ground, I need to speak with Ridley" a deep, commanding voice said a few feet to my left. Ellette nodded and ran off down the corridor towards the large wooden stai
Fiction ~ Chapter 1
"What do you mean by 'i'm going away'?" I asked my dad, pulling my coat over my shoulders, it wasn't unusual for him to tell me random and almost always important stuff just before I left for school so I was used to it but this was kinda a big bombshell.
"I mean that me and your mother are sending you to a boarding school when you finish your current school in a few weeks" he explained, sounding strangely pissed off.
"Which one?" I asked, not really caring because it was most likely gonna be some crappy old school out in the middle of nowhere in a big derelict house, I saw dad pull out a piece of crumpled A4 paper, furrowing his eyebrows together in confusion. Which was one of the funniest things I had ever seen.
"District of California Minors Society" he said finally, I couldn't help but shake my head and laugh a little.
"Stop messing with me Mark, I know for a fact that we don't have enough money to send me there" I said looking back over my shoulder at him just in time for me to see
Fiction ~ Prologue
The palace was empty, completely abandoned. It was usually pretty empty as the only people who lived there permanently was the high priest, his wife and his son but I at least expected there to be guards outside or servants running around after forgetting things but there was NO-ONE, but somehow the palace was still immaculately clean.
"What happened?" I heard Dimitri, the oldest out of the two of us ask, he walked forward towards the large marble doors at the end of the entrance hall, his metal soled boots making deep clunks as he did so. Just as he put his hands up to push one of the doors open there was a low creak and the other swung up quickly revelling two heavily armoured guards who promptly pointed their weapons to us and backed up against the right wall
"Names and ranks!" the taller snapped twisting Dimitris arm behind his back, the other training his weapon on me
"Dimitri Spektor, ow!" he was cut off by the guard twisting his arm slightly too far
"Risen" he added after his ar
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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