Sahiba_KT

Rated 18yrs & Above 
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Seven Individuals from across the world, receive a mysterious envelope, containing a letter that invites them to attend a prestigious academy and train as warriors to defend against great evil... Well, It's almost a typical 'Save the World' story.

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Rinzen had spent almost all of his teen years feeling vaguely uncomfortable in his own skin. He mostly knew he was awesome, okay; it was just that he was also acutely aware of his flaws. Or at least the things other kids counted as flaws. His intensity for one thing, that often made other kids he was getting friendly with 'back off'. His True-blue loyalty had always been an understatement for other teenagers who just weren't prepared to handle that kind of fidelity.

The babbling thing annoyed most people — actually all people — on the days when he couldn't focus, and on the other days when his attention was sharp as a razor but limited in scope they resented his stillness and silence.

Balance was hard for him, and he had struggled for years to find that line.

Now he was supposed to be some kind of hero?

What, in the name of Hell?! 

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Hale Academy: University of Sui Generis

Marcia swallowed, “What did you find?” she asked somewhat dreading the answer. 


“Chaos”, he answered, “Personified”, he answered. 


John and Yana snickered, “Then again”, John started, “That’s kind of his MO”, Yana added amused. 


Alex shrugged, “Kid, revels in it”, he answered amused. 


Marcia smirked, “You don’t say”, she sassed recalling the rather eventful morning and the sword he pointed at Fiona, accident or not. 


John smirked, “Had fun?” he asked cheekily. 


“I feel like I’m going to be having a lot of fun from now on”, she checked. 


Alex smirked amused, “Anyway”, he started again, “I’ll continue”, he said and delved back into the recollection from his point of view. 


Alex moved, rushing down the corridor, he dodged teachers and stragglers alike, until he managed to pinpoint his wife's weak heartbeat upstairs. The infirmary sat three floors up, a go-between the juniors and seniors. Apparently, the SATs were known to cause more than one nosebleed. 


Chapter 13: The Presage of Blood (...Contd.)