Cheese?

James was a small boy the age of twelve. He lived out in the country, about fifteen miles form the nearest town. He had lost his mother and father to a flood and was now left all alone, with only his cat, Heridain, to keep him company. The flood had destroyed more than half of the food stores, and James was forced to head toward town for food. He tried to tell Heridain to stay, but the stubborn cat refused to listen and followed James out of the house and onto the road.

James found plenty of berries to feed himself on the way to the town, and Heridain had found himself a few mice to snack on. But after the first five miles James began to crave cheese. He didn't know why. He just did. He remembered his father telling him that when a person is on a long trip and has very few things to eat, they start to crave a food that they think would taste good. James came to the conclusion that this craving for cheese was what his father was talking about.

Miles later James fell to the ground, his legs refusing to walk any further. Heridain sat beside him fer a minute and then ran up the road towards a person walking towards James. It was an old man.
"Dear dear. What have we here? What are you doing out in the middle of the road young man?" Asked the elder man.
"Looking for food sir." James said sitting up.
"Well your in luck." Said the man.
"For I've got some food right here." The man took something wrapped in a cloth out of his pocket and gave it to James. James unwrapped it. Inside the cloth was a big slice of cheese.
"Thank you sir!" said James, bitting into the cheese.
"I'm glad you got what you wanted." Said the man.
"Say would you like to come to my house young man?" Asked the man.
"That would be very nice sir." Answered James. And so the Man took James to his house and gave him a new house, a new family, and plenty of cheese.

Surprise! It's love <3

Quill walked down to the palace gardens. She was enraged. She was only thirteen and her parents had already chosen who she would be marrying. He was the prince of a lesser kingdom, and had no right to have her hand in marriage.
"Quill dearest, Prince Conthor is here to see you." Her mother called.
"I'm not coming!" She said stomping her foot. Quill didn't like the idea of her parents choosing who her husband and king would be. She wanted to choose her king. He had to be handsome, strong, wealthy, smart, her list could go on for forever.
"Quill you must come." Her mother protested. Quill sighed, there was nothing she could do. Just say hello and then ignore him. Quill told herself.
Quill's mother showed Quill to the main hall of the castle where this prince Conthor was waiting. Quill didn't even look at him.
"Hello." She said bluntly.
"Good afternoon." He answered her with the same emotionless tone.
"Now how about you two go and take a walk in the garden." Quill's father said. Quill rolled her eyes and walked away.

Years later after many forced dinners and meetings, It was time for the wedding. Quill looked at her reflection in the mirror as the servants fussed over hr dress. It was a light sky-blue, almost white and flowed out around her like water. In her hands she held a single white rose. Her veil was attached to her tiara.
"I'm to young to be married." She whined. Quill was only seventeen. It was usually around this time the king and queen were supposed pick a husband or wife for their child. But nooo, her parents had to be different. The bells tolled.
"Time to go milady." Said one of the servant girls. Quill sighed. No avoiding it Quill. Just get it over with. She thought.
Quill walked out of her dressing room and out into the spring air. On her right, lords and ladies, dukes and duchesses and other high-ranking people of her kingdom sat. On her left were those of Conthor's kingdom. Even after all these years it was still smaller than hers. How could a prince like him live up to Quill's expectations? But she was in for a surprise as she walked up the aisle. Waiting for her was the most handsome man she had ever seen. He was tall and elegant with long silky chocolate brown hair that was tied up in a pony. That can't be Conthor! She thought. But as she took her place beside him, reality came over her. This was Conthor, and she had loved him all along. Even though she had ignored him and he had ignored her, she had watched him spar, she had daydreamed about him. Though she had thrown those thoughts and such away because her parents had chosen him and he seemingly wasn't rich enough for her. But now she realized it was because she couldn't accept that such a man would be hers. Conthor seemed to be thinking the same thing, and as the priest said "You may now kiss the bride." Quill had fallen in love with him and they lived together form that day on.

Deep-Swamp School (three)

3. Power unleashed

I walked up to the two huge double oaken doors that lead into the school. The inside of the school was just as amazing as the outside. I was pushed and shoved through the crowd of kids and teenagers into a huge glass-domed hall. In the hall there was rows and rows of chairs, and everybody began sitting down. I found myself a chair in the middle of it all and waited for everything to quite down.

After about ten minutes of everyone situating themselves the hall became quiet. At the front of the hall there was a stage-like platform, raised about five feet off the ground. Standing on it was a very tall and slender woman with long raven black hair. She looked like she was in her late thirties. Behind her there stood five men and five women.
"Welcome to Deep-Swamp School, a school for those with paranormal powers." The raven haired woman spoke, her voice ringing loud and clear throughout the hall.
"For those of you who are new students, I welcome you here and I do hope you enjoy your time here. For those of you who have been here before I welcome you back." She said.
"I am principle Lanita Krane, and these are your teachers." The principle introduced herself and the teachers. One of the teachers produced a long slip of paper and a bowl on a stool.
"When I call your name, please come up and pick a number from the bowl. This number will be the number of your dorm." The principle smiled as she spoke.
"Amy Blake?" She called. A small golden-haired girl with a Goldilocks style hairdo stood up. She was also wearing a sky-blue polo like I was, but instead of shorts she was wearing a mini skirt. She also had high-heeled mary janes, but she was still short. Amy walked up to the stage and walked up some stairs on the side and picked a number out of the bowl.
"Twenty-seven." She said. Her voice sounded like the voice of somebody who always got what they wanted.
"Thank you very much miss Blake. Please sit back down." The principle told her. Amy walked back to her seat and sat down.
"Alexander Blake?" The principle called. A pudgy boy with crew-cut dirty blond hair stood up and walked up onto the stage. His uniform was the same as the mine, except his polo was red and black and he had on plain jeans. He picked a number out of the bowl.
"Forty-two." He said. The principle gestured for him to sit back down and he did.

This went on for about another twenty students.
"Andre Sliverbane?" The principle called. I froze. That was me! Slowly I stood and left my bag on my seat. I walked up to the stage. Time seemed to slow to a crawl. I was so nervous, everyone was staring at me! Finally I found myself standing next to the bowl. I reached in and picked out a slip of paper.
"Three." I spoke, sound much more sure of myself than I really was.
"Thank you very much miss Silverbane." The principle told me. Her eyes were a beautiful deep and dark chocolate brown that seemed to glow with some unknown light. I went back to my seat and sat down. I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding. I was the only one so far that had chosen a three.

About twenty minutes went by, along with about sixty other students. I sighed. I was getting restless and wanted to stand up and move around. That bus ride had damn near killed me.
"Thane Pryhes?" The principle called out. The same boy that I had seen earlier on the bus stood up. He was wearing a crimson red and black polo and baggy-ish jeans. He walked up to the bowl and picked out a number. He hesitated before saying what number it was.
"....... Three."
I almost fell out of my seat. He was in my dorm! He walked back down to his seat. As he did so he made eye contact with me. His eyes were red! I looked away. This was just too weird.

Another fifty students picked their dorms. At least no one has gotten the last three... I thought.
"Nicoleus Trueborn?" The principle called. A tall slender boy with extremely white blond hair and glasses stood up. He was wearing the same polo as all the boys and a pair of normal denim jeans. He walked up to the stage and picked a number.
"Three, madame." He said. Again I nearly fell out of my seat. I was paired with two boys, and this was okay!? I sighed and leaned back in my seat. There was nothing I could do about it now.

Twenty more students got called up. I counted one-hundred and fifty in all. Damn, that was a lot of kids.
"Now that you all have picked your dorms, your luggage will be moved to your rooms. Please, explore the ground outside and stay out of the way of the men and women that will be taking your things up to the third floor. And please to enjoy your time here at Deep-Swamp School. A school for those with paranormal powers." The principle said. Everyone stood up and exited the glass-domed hall.

I was sitting on a bench under a weeping willow that was in front of the school. I watched the movers take the suitcases into the school. They looked like little ants. I was completely confused and frazzled. What was I doing here? I didn't have any 'paranormal powers'. Not that I knew of anyways. Did my parents know about this? Did they know something about me and never told me?
"Aye, you!" Someone yelled at me, making me loose my train of thought. I turned around. It was Alexander Blake.
"Whats your power girl?" He demanded. I looked down.
"I don't got one...." I said glumly. He laughed.
"No power? Then what are you doing here? You don't belong here. Your just a stupid little worthless girl." He said harshly. I tried hard to hold back my tears, but Alexander must have seen them.
"Whats this? You a crybaby too?" He asked tauntingly. I felt like hitting him, but I knew that would only get me in trouble.
"Crybaby, crybaby." Alexander said in a sing-song voice.
"Stop." I said looking away.
"No." Alexander said coming around to the front of the bench and waving a hand in my face.
"I'm the one with power here. I tell you what to do." He said. I clenched my fists. My mood had gone from deeply hurt to really pissed off in a matter a seconds.
"I said stop." I told him, I felt as though a fire was burning inside of me.
"Hey! What did I tell you? Huh? I'm the one in charge here!" He said yanking my hair.
"Whats with this purple hair anyways?" He asked tauntingly, pulling down hard. That was the last straw. I exploded with anger. And to my surprise, power as well. I could feel the power that surrounded me in a swirling cloud of purple and black smoke like it was an extension of my body. I looked at Alexander, my eyes burning with hatred.
"I said stop." I repeated, my voice seemed to be laced with poison, even to myself. Alexander tried to back away, but he was to slow. I slapped him as hard as I could with the back of my hand. To my surprise, he flew about fifteen feet and hit his head on the side of an empty bus. The bus nearly tipped over as Alexander fell to the ground, his head bleeding. I stared at him and the huge dent in the bus. I did that? I asked myself, astonished. I felt my power die down and along with is my strength and I fell limp onto the grass. I could hear people shouting, and my world went black.

I was laying on something soft. Where was I? I opened my eyes slowly. I was looking up at a glass dome ceiling that was covered in vines. It was then I noticed someone looking at me. I tried to sit up but pain shot through my body when I tried to move.
"Woah there." A kind voice spoke to me, and I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Wha-? Where am I? Who are you?" I asked turning my head in the direction of the voice.
"I'm Thane, I'm in your dorm." He said. I looked at him. His red eyes glowed like the embers of a flame.
"Andre." I introduced myself.
"Nice to meet you." Thane said smiling.
"You sure did hit Alexander hard, he's got a huge purple welt on the side of his face were you hit him." Thane chuckled as he spoke.
"Really?" I asked him, not sure weather to feel successful or guilty.
"Oh yeah. Here I'll help you up so you can see." Thane said. He gently help me sit up and then he put some pillows behind me so I had something to lean on. On the bed across from me Alexander lay, his head in a bandage and a huge purple welt that covered most of the right side of his face.
"I did that?" I asked bewildered.
"Yes you did." Another voice answered. I turned to look at the new person. It was the boy with white hair.
"I'm Nicoleus." He said pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. His eyes were a amazing! They were like prisms sparkling in the sunlight.
"You find what category she is?" Thane asked Nicoleus.
"Yes. Andre you are in the 'Void' category." He said.
"Void?" I repeated.
"Basically you can control all aspects of black magic. Void is a very powerful ability, but it is also highly unstable and hard to control." Nicoleus told me as he sat on the edge of the bed.
"So what does that mean?" I asked them worriedly.
"That my dear friend," Thane put a hand on my shoulder.
"That means you are a very special person. There hasn't been a Void student here for twenty years." He said winking at me. I smiled. I was staring to like this place.