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

Raven walked towards the building and as he reached the threshold he turned around wondering who he needed to talk to, to reach James. Spotting a man walking towards him gilding a clipboard and marking something on actual paper he blinked and then cleared his throat, stepping into the man's path and humming, to capture the man's attention. 


As the stranger looked up a question forming eyebrows furrowed, the teen hurriedly began talking; 


"Excuse me", he started, "I apologize for blocking your path, but I needed help. A guide of a sort", he informed quickly. 


The man, a tall blonde haired dark-skinned, heavily tattooed man looked at him, an awkward pause hovered between them, his purple eyes staring, nay, boring holes into him and as he blinked the brush of the thick eyelashes highlighted with white fanned against his cheekbones beautifully practically capturing attention. And then he tapped a button on the collar of his shirt. 


Chapter 18 (b): It’s All Down A Hill From Here (II) [...Contd.]