Long after everyone had gone to sleep, he was still roaming the corridors''. What happened today, well he couldn't get her out of his mind. He hadn't meant to punch her, okay maybe a little…She was being so annoying. But the thing after that was totally unplanned. The air was brittle and mist curled up in ghostly flames. And then at that moment, it happened again, I could feel my blood boiling, my eyes turning bright as the morning mist formed a thin barrier around him. I winced softly, it sent hot burning needles of pain shooting up my arm. I stopped in front of a door that obviously wasn't mine, I listened for the heartbeat I hadn't realized but somehow memorized. "I see sleep no longer interests you," the headmaster murmured from the shadows, her voice thin as a blade. "Would you care to explain what prowling the halls at this hour accomplishes, or shall we skip straight to the consequences?" Sam hesitated, "Can we talk in y-your office please, I-I think I need to talk."
Mrs. Rae puts a firm hand on his shoulder and steered him to her office. It was ghostly as ever, but Sam took a seat before the headmistress could offer one. Mrs. Rae put a hand on his shoulder. She spoke coldly, but this time it was softer, "You and Reyna, you both are special in ways I can't explain. You both are either going to break this world down or change it together. I remember when I was your age, I had also started awakening my powers. You will learn, you will endure and emerge stronger than before. From tomorrow I-I will start training you." Sam stared, mouth open. He'd never heard the headmistress like this before. Two words kept bouncing around in the silence that followed, 'Special' and 'Reyna'. The silence was sharp, distant.
The headmistress gave him a knowing look as if she knew what he was thinking. Maybe she did, but Sam finally relaxed, his stance shifted. He bowed his head slightly and then it happened, dark marks appeared on his arm. It was burning, but he wanted it more than anything. It was pure ad reline that made him do what he did next. His eyes turned bright, teal like the color of the Ocean. His hand tingled, his very blood boiling. He was sweating but that wasn't possible, the room was cold, as cold as ice. He didn't know why he chose that window, probably because of the ash stain. He had a murky memory oh that boy Jonah, he'd died before he got to Blood keep, he could almost form a picture in his mind. A boy with messy brown hair, maniacal grin and a sharp cheekbone, a rebel….no doubt about it.
Sam could almost picture him trying to run, the scream and crash that definitely followed. Mrs. Rae's face was grim but she nodded, Sam held his hand out and he could feel the pressure building up. A wisp of dark water lashed out, and in a heartbeat...the glass shattered, shards flew- the window lay in pieces. Mrs. Rae inclined her head as if she didn't know what to say, she probably didn't. Sam let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, "You've got more control than most I've seen. Watch out for Reyna, you don't know how similar she is to you. She's got no one, and yet she's survived. That takes guts. She needs you more than she realizes right now, and when she finally does it might be too late. Promise me, Sam. Do this for her sake and yours." Mrs. Rae's voice was barely above a whisper, but somehow Sam understood. He knew what it was like, that feeling of helplessness and despair. Mrs. Rae had showed that she cared, now it was his turn. He silently swore to understand her, or die trying. No words were needed, Mrs. Rae watched silently as Sam's expression changed. And she understood…possibly better than anyone else did. Sam cared for Reyna even if he wouldn't admit it out aloud. They were two sides of the same coin, one dark - one light, both destined for greatness. Mrs. Rae gestured, wait was she dismissing him. Somehow the dismissal hit harder, but he forced himself to nod.
He hoped there wasn't glass on him. He made himself close the door behind him, half expecting Mrs. Rae to follow. But when that didn't happen, he began the long journey to his room. The door handle was mahogany, why was he noticing that now! He couldn't stop the wave of nausea that washed over him in the next second, he doubled over and told himself, breathe Sam, breathe – none of this just happened but when he looked at his hands, he could see the thin line of blood beginning to form at his wrist. A voice called out, "You should get that checked, - so it doesn't scar" His breath caught, he recognized that voice. But who was it....
He turned-his breath caught. He couldn't exactly forget those eyes now could he?