The room is small, cold and dusty, but the presence of a bed makes it much better than my own room at home
-Home-,
I realize there are two beds and I turn to see who I will be sharing this room with, the person I see greatly discomforts me:
"It's you who was rudely staring at me!"
She remarks loudly, I sigh,
-This is the girl who played staring contest with me after Rev Netyisha's last statement-
"How did we end up roommates?... I think this is a real curse!" she yells rather light-heartedly as she giggles, she sits on one of the beds;
"My name is Taki…and I'll be taking this bed if you please…"
I observe Taki, my expression disdainful, she has raggy, short blonde hair, her eyes are a cheerful sort of brown, she is incredibly freckled, overall she seems too cheerful to be significant, too cheerful to be serious,
"You generally have a bad habit of staring don't you?" her statement snaps me out of my thoughts.
-I'm staring again-
"My name is Camada…" I walk to the only window in the room and I look out meditatively.
"Hey Camada!…" she suddenly calls to me her voice excitedly raised, her friendliness as though we've been acquainted for a while, -I ease up-
She may not be serious or significant but her aura isn't negative.
"…Do you really, really want to become a reverred?", I smile to myself and turn to her while asking,"And what about you, do you?" she sits up from her lying position on the bed and beams "Absolutely!"
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THE HOODED ONE'S POINT OF VIEW.
I observe, that the most peculiar of all the applicants, is a silent, cold, young man in whom I perceive ,a particular fire burning in his soul -lust for revenge-, this instantly attracts me.
I make my way past all the boring, idiot applicants and confront him directly;
"So you want to become a mage?" I ask incredulously trying to start a conversation.
"What other reason would I be here for?", he responds with no ounce of courtesy.
-I grin to myself-
"The darkness in your soul is incredible…and so the mere ambition of becoming a mage seemed rather underwhelming for someone as bloodthirsty as you...if you'll excuse me"
I say,as I begin to walk away whilst awaiting the depth of my words sink in, he grabs me by my cloak strongly,
"What...what do you know about me?"
He mutters with a wavering voice, his face greatly contorted.
I smile, -what an easy target-
I turn as if to swat his rough hand off me but instead I give him a reassuring pat on his shoulder,
"I'll teach you…"
He looks up at me, semi-surprised, I smile again -perhaps he'd have been much more comfortable if he could see my smiley countenance, my hood permits him not.
"Teach me what?" He asks suspiciously.
"Well...how to not let your dark energy spill so much..."
He just looks at me confused,
"What is your name?" I question, he looks away from me -oh so he doesn't even want to tell?-
"Rave…"
He blurts out, I nod and turn to leave,
"And you…what's your name?" he asks hesitantly.
And just at that instance it seems as if, everyone in the hall has their attention caught, I chuckle amused.
"Just call me…the hooded one…"
THE HOODED ONE'S POV: THE END (for now…)