An orphan in Aydenhall?

"From today you are no longer an ordinary citizen and in your first lecture, you will be told about something that only those who attend this school are to know. If anyone, even after graduation were to be caught revealing this to an outsider might and will be executed."

Everyone in the class was on edge after the middle-aged class teacher who looked a little young for her age finished addressing the class.

The air around them grew heavier as the professor accompanying her approached the podium.

"Now that you know what not to do, let me tell you about what you will be doing. And even before that let me tell you that you have been living in a world of lies, a place far from the reality of the world. Now who knows what Doritis is?"

"A prophet?" Asked a very ballsy student.

Nothing but silence.

"Well, if anyone of you did you would be dead." chuckled the casually dressed professor ignoring her.

Not a single soul but him found it funny.

"Tough crowd." thought the professor.

"All right! Doritis is the name given to the event where the so-called Gods and Demons decided to screw mankind by bringing their war to us....."

The professor paused for dramatic effect believe it or not. That jerk!

"And that is why we have powers, that is why you have powers."

Confusion proliferated throughout the room which the professor was able to sense.

"Yes, you have powers, every one of you and that is why you are here. You exist to fight for humanity."

He took another break to assess the student's reactions.

The professor broke the silence with a laugh which almost everyone in that room came to dislike." Oh! relax children. You look like hell. I mean you will be in hell but you know.... "

there only might have been a single person there who did like him after that comment.

"Professor Marshal, it is time." interrupted the tall class teacher.

The students were promptly led to the Throne Hall where they found the 'Descendants' exactly where they had left them after the orientation as if they never left.

Purple, Blue, Red, Green and Yellow, from left to right. Each corresponds to different types of power, explained the professor.

"Now let's all kindly welcome our Dean, Mr Saphyrous Epirus everybody" yelled the applauding Professor.

"Stop it, Marshal! This is not theatre, what we are here for is very serious, pious and important." yelled the dean.

"Sorry sir."

"Now when you hear your name, you will walk up to the Professor and Miss Dyna and they will assess what type you are and you will go stand in front of the descendants."

As students were placed in front of the five descendants, Zail recalled his conversation with Joan and Malik.

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"What did you say?" asked a surprised Joan

"What?"

"You are telling me you are an orphan?"

"No no, no no, I said that I do not belong to any of the families you just listed... What is wrong with you?"

"Oh my god! How do you not know this? Further still how are you even in Aydenhall?"

"I don't know. I got selected like any other."

"Hey what are you guys talking about?" asked curious Malik as he entered the room.

"Zail here just told me that he is an orphan."

"Whaaat?"

"Yeah!"

"What is with you guys why are you making such a big deal about it for the last time I am not an orphan. I still have a mother.... somewhere."

"Listen to me Zail," said Joan seriously

"Only those who share the same blood as descendants are admitted to this school as only these five families have powers. For example, I am from the Zoaran family which makes me blood relative of the Fire descendent."

"And I belong to the Larken family and am the blood relative of the Earth descendent." continued Malik.

"Well then what does that make me?" asked Zail with concern.

"You dear are what we call an orphan. Anyone who is not from one of the five families is referred to as an orphan and as to how you got into Aydenhall is something I don't know."

"Then what are my powers?"

"We do not know buddy but I do know that even our dean is said to be an orphan." Said Malik trying to reassure Zail.

"Really? What powers does he have?"

"I think he has powers that tell him everything about anything he touches. Yeah, that is why he wears gloves most of the time."

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"Zail!" the deep and firm voice brought Zail back to the present.

"Quickly now, it is almost time for the ceremony." grumbled the Dean.

Zail noticed him being to only one left who was not assessed and walked up to his dark-haired class teacher Dyna.

"Nothing!"

"What?" inquired the Dean

"Sir, I cannot see his power."

Dyna's statement left the entire hall awestruck.

An orphan? wondered everyone.

"Come here Zail" ordered the Dean removing his gloves revealing half a dozen rings and a big scar on the back of his hand.

He slowly and nervously climbed up to where the Dean was standing.

"Give me your hands."

"Yes, sir"

Zail presented his hands to the Dean.

Chills ran down Dean's spine, fear took over his mind and body as soon as he touched Zail's hand. Terrified, he started to shake, he could not comprehend what his powers were showing him.

"What are you?" asked the terrified, white-bearded old man under his breath.

"You do need to know?" maliciously whispered Zail.

Before the Dean could say anything or react the bells rang and the descendants began chanting. And as soon as they began, they started to change their form. Each descendent grew some sort of power suit each in some way or another resembling their powers.

Following the descendants, the students belonging to the descendants got covered in a similar glow.

While the ceremony proceeded, the Dean stood in his place as he saw Zail walk away.

What did the Dean see? Who in truth is Zail or rather what is Zail??!!!!

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