The warm air of spring would fill up my lungs as I walked to school.

The birds would sing in celebration to the new day and sour the sky's like their on there last breath.

Hands would be held by lovers, friends, family but never mine, so I ignored it "if mom was here then she would be walking me to school like these other kids" I would tell myself to keep myself in check. So I whipped up that good old smile and skipped my way to class, after all what would go wrong.

Am in my desk in the middle of the class cause dispite the window seat being my favourite it would look depressing from other people's view but since I care what they think about me am force to sit in a seat that shouts "am-totally-okay" but still not sitting next to Chris the depraved scumbag who keeps making mourning noises to capture my attention would be a blessing in its self, but as of now the performance starts, I straighten my back, open a book, flip my hair from my face, grab a pen, it time for my A game, ACTION.

Doors open the remaining kids outside come into class before the teacher comes and that's When they spot me, ladies and gentlemen let me introduce you to my high school scumbags because what's high school without them,

Firstly we have Robin who is the silent underling who has the potential to be the queen B but she is just too sweet and pretty a solid 5 ft 8 curvy thighs and slim waist that would put Persephone to shame her golden skin captivating all who look her way, a smile so thin yet so full. next we have "fare skin Faith" who seems to have all the boys in a twist is shorter than Robin and is quite beautiful as well (like you would have to be any less to join thee squard) the only thing that stands out about Faith is her lightskin almost cunning cat eyes that seem to unfold all who she stares at, her fixed jaw and full hair that she lets hang on her shoulder as a testament of her beauty because if it's one thing bitches gush over it's naturally beautiful hair that is low maintenance. And then there was one, Grace, Faith's first best friend before the whole "popularity" thing she had going on for her. Now about her highness Grace she looks like she is straight out of a Victoria secret runway her slim yet captivating figure is one of her great features, then her mesmerizing siren eyes coupled with her compelling smile no boy has a chance, one thing about Grace is she is a real girls girl she ain't about that fake shit that all stereotypical queen B's are about... or that's what she wants you to believe to be honest these bitches know there beautiful the "it girls" if you will but you see there all about manipulating you into believing they care and there genuine well I say "fuck that" two can play that game as I smirk at them entering "I will mind fuck them so hard I will triumph over them all no peace, no love and definitely no consolation isn't that right Faith." the exicitment is just bubbling in me.

Everything about that day seems like a dream to me. The places I went, the smells of the air, the people, it all felt so chilling to the bone it's all covered in a blur of fog and darkness

FLASHBACK (TIME PERIOD UNKNOWN)

it began like a normal day as always go to school come out go home start over, it was simpler then but all of a sudden I remember dragging my feet from the cold hard pavement from the convenient store a few blocks from my dad's and as I was walking not sure why but a sudden dread chilled my spine like I was slapped pale like a ghost something kept nagging me but I had to go home all I could think about was reaching home, home sounded like a good idea to me.

little did our character know something was lurking in the shadows something corrupt and uninvited.

I felt someone watching me but all I thought was it was some drunk hooligan with a child fetish and I kept dragging my feet "just ...a (sigh) bit... further." God, why was I breathless again I have no recollection, all I need to do is get home. That is until I saw something that made me stoop dead in my tracks "Dad" I proclaimed, the silhouette in front of me flinched as I approached to get a clear view, but the man started making attempts to cover himself with a hoodie "Dad I can see you" he starts to run "Dad wait" then it hit me "is that flesh burning that's odd" the smell became more and stronger as I approached my dad or the guy I thought he was "dad are you okay" "Jesus Christ Dad if your self harming am calling the police" as I grabbed my phone in my pocket panting like a fucken animal the guy who I allegedly thought was my dad came in front of me before I even realized the smell of burnt flesh rushed to my nose making me dizzy he grabbed my phone hurriedly and threw it in the street "am not your fucken dad you little maggot" and all I could register was a "hey" and before I could blank out I grabbed his arm for support, but it was too late "boom" my head is on the pavement and right before I could lose my consciousness I got a good look at his face, he did look like a younger version of my dad actually no wonder I thought it was him even his build looks exactly like dad's and the thing that has me convinced this is all a dream is what happens next he looks down on me and for some reason he knows my name "Aelia! AELIA!" he proceeds to tap my chick in a slapping manner "fucken shit this wasn't supposed to happen" suddenly I get a Whiff of an arousing yet damp smell that seems to subdue the strong smell of flesh burning from earlier and all I smell is cinnamon bark and cardamon the peppery and spicy aroma stings my nose for a bit but in my blurred vision as my head is turned away from the stranger holding me mumbling to himself all I see from a cross the street is what I can only register at the moment is that its a work of my imagination a hallucination from my head because am on the verge of dying because if it isn't then, am looking at a monster lurking in the shadow which can't be right tell me it's not right, then that gut filling, bone chilling feeling starts to rise up in my gut again. "Am...going..’t...to die." and that's when it's wicked and gruesome smile spreads across its face like it can taste my fear.

To be continued

...POV. Aelia's last memory before she passed out (also this is obviously a reference that comes close to what I actually had in mind.) enjoy....

A few days later...

I keep having weird dreams or at least they feel real to me, not really dreams probably because I forget my dreams every fucken day, but these seem different. I keep hearing voices of a person, people am not sure whether I recognize any of their voices or voice why is this happening now.

Later in class...

I can hear voices speaking faintly a warm hard on my chest and a familiar scent of incense ohh wait is that something burning I can't remember where I know it from "is she dead..." silence whose dead I wonder it's all foggy and dark and I can feel the hard cemented pavement on my back what the heck am I doing on the floor. " Destiny?" my whole being quivers at the yell of the word It keeps echoing in my eardrum...

AELIA!!!! I jolt at the tell of my name I was a sleep I let out a frustrated sigh it's those god-damn dreams again I am starting to believe am being haunted, "Miss Bystörm if you hold yourself in such high regard to the point you go the extreme length of deliberately ignoring my class by sleeping makes me question your academic priorities" Miss Heartly says with a glaring through her thinly cat pointy glasses with her gigantic English book in her left-hand open "damn it" it is bad enough the whole class is staring but also Grace is giggling with her vile coy smirk always ready to cut me down that canning waste dump of a girl "what was that Miss Bystörm"

"Nothing Miss Heartly" I say respectful not wanting to make it worse than it was

"Principal's office Miss Bystörm now" she points a figure out her door without wavering her gaze off of mine, I get up "damn it"

"And that earns you detention Miss Bystörm" typical of her I would have never put it past her,

Hallway

Something is off I can feel it am walking to the eastern wing of the school to the principal's office, but something is unsettling with me every finer of my being wants to be anywhere than here I look back there I'd no one there I make a turn up ahead and there is a guy standing next to the Nurse's big dirty hoodie lonely probably one of those emo kids intheire sophomore year I let out a sigh Am probably over thinking this just walk to the principal's office, the sophomore has noticed me now I just keep my head down he pushes himself off the wall and walks towards me I can't tell when he grabs my hand, but everything goes blank.

A while later...

Solasta! solasta! SOLASTA!!!!

I gasp for air like as if I was suffocating my vision is blurry my body feels like I am a log dumped in water am so exhausted, I say it my eyes to focus my Vision am on the floor right where I saw the hooded boy at that moment the Nurse's door opens a petite woman comes out with a short brunette pixie cut with her eyes on me they instantly widen "oh my goodness are you okay dear" as she reaches for me, she carries me, into her office my body is still exhausted so am limping great like my day wasn't worse enough she puts me on a bed "So what's happened to you honey"

"Am not sure myself one moment I was up the next I woke up on the ground" she gives me a weary look that suggests that's not normal, my arm starts to burn I jolted by the pain I look at it and a scar starts appearing I start flinching in pain as the pain feels like it's tethering my bones and flesh and completely wants to reform me the pain becomes too much to bear "what's happening" the nurse starts looking at me panicky looking for where to put her hands all I can do is stare at her as all my will and energy is being sucked away by the pain and faintly whisper "it hurts ...So.....bad." I hear the world pulsing through my head feeling like I am about to die from just the pulsing of my body like I have been banged in a plane engine, and it keeps going without stopping

Solasta! SOLASTA SOLASTA ... AELIA SOLASTA.

To be continued ...

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