Clouds grew over the twisted vines that surrounded the ancient University, creating a shrouded and terrifying looking boarder. Thunder roared in the distance, signaling for an approaching storm. But that didn't make a different to the crowd. The crowd with their signs of vulgar rantings and their shouts of death. The Norms that gathered outside of the front of the large gates, awaiting for the new students to arrive. But they weren't there to welcome the students to their new home, but to show their outrage of the very existence of the school. With banners, signs, painted red like crimson. With pitchforks and their ceremonial noose at which they've hung so many of the Uniques before, they shouted and raved their disapproval. But the doors were open, nonetheless, the doors were open and waiting for the students.

Police formed a barrier to keep the angry mob from storming in and destroying every brick and mortar of the building. The government wanted this place to be open just as much as the Uniques wanted it open. The less creatures, especially volatile ones, on the streets, the less deaths and destruction of property they'd have to deal with. It seemed like a win-win, besides the constant barrage of protest letters and angry calls they would receive on a daily basis for keeping the school up and running. But today was the day when everything was going to be set right. The school was finally open after 105 years after Vladimir was killed by the Norms and the school shut down. No one knows who the new headmaster is or even if there is any old students left from before, but all would be uncovered once the new Uniques arrived.

Through the air, a pair of looming feathers flapped with a draping cloak sputtering in the breeze. A pair of eyes looked down through a heavily metaled helmet to see the torches gathering below. Teryl sighed and began to lower his speed, twisting his body to shoot straight down. He picked up speed until almost hitting the ground, then used his gloomy wings to slow his free fall, blasting a heavy gust of air and allowing him to kneel on the cement in front of the school, slightly cracking it. The wind extinguished some of the torches from the protesters near the front and blew the hats off of the police officers keeping their attention on securing the perimeter.

The crowd was silent in surprise, but only for a moment. When they saw the sickly looking wings and the dark cloak complete with a sword and a full suit of body armor, they erupted with anger that had been brewing for this one moment. The Uniques were finally arriving and they were going to show them that they were not happy. Beer bottles, rocks, rotten fruit and vegetables, daggers and even a severed head was thrown at him. He could feel the pressure on his plates, but didn't feel the pain...well, the physical pain. One would think that after hearing the profanity he's heard so much before that it would emotionally cripple him, but it still hurt just as it did when he accidentally took his first life.

He couldn't face them. Teryl simple stood up from his plummet and began walking towards the gates, feeling one more tomato hit him in the back of the shin before he was out of range. The outside of the University's first building, which was the Living Quarters, was something odd. On one side, a desolate landscape, filled with dead trees, shrubbery, red cobblestone, ancient benches, all surrounding a fountain running putrid blood out of a demonic skull. On the opposite way, an exact pattern of everything Teryl just saw, but much more beautiful. It was a bountiful cornucopia, filled with apple trees, blueberry bushes, wooden paths and seating and crystalline, clear water flowing out of a statue shaped like a naked woman dancing.

Teryl was amazed and confounded at the design of this place as he arrived at the building. He took a deep breath and turned the knob, hearing it creak and pushing it open. Upon entering, he noticed three main areas: A place that looked like a meeting room, an area for recreations, filled with a television and some seating, and another room where it looked like a more simplified amphitheater, probably used for plays and such. In the middle of the entire room was a large, round table with a simple sign stating, "Welcome." Teryl walked towards the table and saw many envelopes with short riddles on them. He glanced over all of them until he saw one that caught his attention.

"I am holy, but corrupt,
I slay for the Pure, but now cause pain,
I was with the powerful, now I writhe with the meek,
Who am I?"

He picked it up and sighed, "Teryl..." he whispered. As soon as he said his name, the seal that kept the envelope together exploded, enabling him to open it up. The small pop made the large man jump and he looked over at some of the other ones. He grabbed another envelope and saw a seal on it. He tried to rip it open, but was unable to. He grunted and growled, trying to tear either the paper or seal, but couldn't. He remembered what he did before and, once again, spoke his name, only to see the envelope sit there, mocking him silently.

He threw down the paper on the table and walked away, opening his envelope and looking inside. It was the same as any student would get in any University. History about the building, classes you can take, your personal school number, your room number, what floor it's on, everything. He took a look around to see no stairs that led up to the floors and stood there, confused about everything that was going on.

JInx, a word now used when bad things happen, but for one young man it was his name. Right now though his name sake was coming to life, though the original meaning had been warped from Magic charm to, curses and bad luck. He was surrounded by fire outside he could hear the roars of anger outside the log cabin, smoke watering his eyes as he coughed and clutched his necklace an odd mark on the back of his left hand. He looked at the old man next to him. He was fervently making a magic circle. For what, Jinx could only guess. Jinx himself was trying his hardest to keep the smoke and heat off of them as he took off his necklace and poured every ounce of faith that he had into it, forming a barrier. Faith. Such an odd thing for a wizard to pour into his work, for many it had religious meaning, many do not realize that emotions and faith in one thing is the strongest magic. For him it was not the faith of a God or Deity, no it was his faith in magic, what it can do, what it represents, faith to create and protect not to destroy.

He blocked out the sounds raving around him, the lunatics calling them demon spawns, servants of the evil one. He ignored them all though they made him angry, “what do they know?” he thought to himself briefly with a growl. For a second the spell faltered and he felt a gush of heat hit him before he gathered his thoughts. “Careful lad!” he heard his master tell him, “Do not lose your control. We are almost done here… hold out just a bit longer.” His old master told him. Jinx nodded, “Yes sir!” he remarked as he felt himself being drained. He felt tempted to take some of his masters magic, but no that would be an insult to his master and could cost them both their lives. He bit his bottom lip drawing blood, adding that to the mana barrier around him. Sweat dripped from forehead and drenched his blue hair. He knew he was reaching his limits. He glanced at his pentacle, now glowing a now radiant blue. He saw his arm shaking from exhaustion. Those who thought magic was just saying a word and waving a wand were wrong, you needed stamina, concentration, discipline, and most of all will. The will to move nature to move objects and to call upon the elements for your work. Each Wizard did their magic differently, and each looked different.

Jinx could not help but to reflect on these thoughts as he concentrated, he looked at the barrier around him shimmering like a bubble almost, he could see tiny holes starting to form and frowned, “magic has it’s limits, as does the wizard using them.” he thought to himself remembering that lesson very well. He looked at his master, the man who raised him for the past nine years, the man who was now family and fed his fear into the the spell. He had to keep going. “just a little longer…” he muttered to himself, though he felt his knees give way and knelt on the ground almost dropping the pentacle. He grabbed his staff before it could clatter to the ground and threw his master a weary look. His master offered him a smiled and held his hand and pulled him closer as he started whispering. Jinx could not hear the words but felt a power clicking in place. He looked around him to see an intricate magic circle around him much more advanced than he could work, at least without the help of his guide. He shot his eyes up at his master as it started to glow. He understood what his master was trying to do, “NO! YOU CAN’T! IF YOU DO THIS YOU WILL DIE!” Jinx cried out to him. His master offered him a soft smile, “Take care Jinx. Continue to learn… you have great potential…” he whispered to him as the circle started to glow. Tears formed in Jinxs’ eyes. “Don’t do this we can go together…” he whispered softly. His master shook his head, ”I am an old man I have lived my life fully. Now it is your turn.” He told him with a smile. “Now go! You arrive at the gates of a building that should be able to help you. Get in there. I already applied you there, in an emergency situation I knew I could count on you to go there.” He told him. Jinx reached his hand out as the fire and the cabin disappeared. Jinxs’ cry was lost in the spell as he felt the crackling of energy and felt his body warp somewhere else.

A burst of energy disrupted the square making the crowd gasp as Jinx appeared in a sphere of bright energy. He was kneeling on the ground as he wobbly got to his feet looking around the place a look of distraught on his face. Someone threw a rock on him, and for a moment anger crossed his face as he raised his hand as the form of a pentacle appeared in front of his hand and below him a magic circle with a six pointed star appeared below his feet, both glowing a purplish blue. A burst of aura burst from his hand and shattered the rock. He glared at the people and started hobbling to the building as rocks hit him. “they call us a monster… look at them.” he thought to himself as he looked at the juxtaposition of the buildings. Holy and unholy. He shook his head and walked the line in the middle, magic was balance it could be good or evil, black and white, but mainly it was grey.

He entered a room with a circular table and saw the welcome sign as well as envolpes with riddles. He blinked as one caught his attention. He picked it up and read it.


Good yet evil
A blessing and curse.
Kind but cruel.
Black yet white.
You can control it, but it will control you if you are not careful.
It will always go wild if not gardened.
A path you must choose.
But for now you walk the in between.
Who are you?

Jinx looked at it and sighed, “I am Jinx, an apprentice wizard… one who will walk the narrow between of good and evil. I will help what I can and help myself. I am not here to be the greater good or the unholy avenger… I am here to be me.” He replied and felt something click after spoke. He opened the envolpe and looked at it. He walked to the indicated building and looked for a stair case. “huh… I need to be able to fly I guess… for that I need mana” he muttered and saw a figure nearby. One who made him back away from the mana coming from him, “Woah…” he thought to himself as he blinked in surprise, “Never thought I would see your kind here…” he said to the figure with a slight smile. He knew he looked like he had just been through a battle, and to him he had been. "So any clue how to get up?" he asked. He himself had a few after he had spoke, but he liked hearing others opinions. He held his staff in his hand and leaned against the wall as he swept some hair out of his face and put back on his pentacle necklace.

"I must ask," Teryl spoke, and eyebrow raised underneath his metallic helmet, "do you always talk to yourself, or is this a new thing for you?" He stood up and walked over towards the man, "And did you just say mana? As in the magic element?" He's heard of magi's, but since they were a dying breed due to the Norms, it's tough to actually see one. Looking at the man, he thought it would be something different. That he would look more...mystic. A robe, a staff, maybe miniature worlds floating around his head, something a bit more...eccentric. But it wasn't. He just seemed like a regular, nothing special, rather tired, young adult. Teryl knew that this experience was going to be an eye opener for him, but he was going to enjoy it. Being about people that are treated just the way he was. And maybe some of these Uniques deserved it, maybe they don't, but he'd have to wait and see.

"It says in the envelope that," he stopped and raised an eyebrow, forgetting exactly what it told him, "Damn it," he whispered and opened the envelope, ruffling through the papers and finally pulling out one. He briefly read everything over before finding the statement he wanted. "'All students will be taken to their specific boarding rooms once all have convened in the living quarters main estate.'" He put the paper away and cleared his throat, "I've been here for awhile, took a good look at all the papers in here."

Jinx nodded, “I find that talking to oneself can help cast away doubts, it also makes you hear your ideas out loud, to see if they are crazy or not.” He said to him. He held his white staff a bit tightly as if to comfort himself. He looked at the man, “yeah… I said mana, at least that is the more common name for it…I am a wizard… well in training...” he remarked as he took out his envelope as the man told him what was inside. He reread it. “Huh… must’ve overlooked that part…” he said as he slumped to the ground leaning his staff on his shoulder as the draining effect of all that he had done today caught up to him. He could still feel the smoke in his lungs as he started to cough. He took off his singed white robe like jacket revealing a black t-shirt and jeans.

He rubbed his head as soot came off of it in a cloud. He looked shaken up as he saw that as everything caught up to him. He took in a slow deep breath as he closed his eyes settling his nerves. Though shivers ran through his body like he was shivering from a cold day, he clenched his pentacle necklace, something that always brought him comfort and faith, the mark of a symbol of power showed on the back of his left hand, it seemed an ancient, though he had yet to come across it in any book. Warmth slowly filled his body as he felt the comforting weight of the silver. He stayed like that for a while as the adrenaline wore off and the sores and aches hit him.

He knew immediately that he had some second degree burns on his arms and hands. He started to his control his shakes and finally stopped them as he let go of the necklace as he looked up at the looming figure. “So what’s your name? First name only, If you only have one name pronounce it differently than you usually would names have power to my kind after all….” he said. “Then again you probably know that.” He said with a shrug. “If you want a wizards promise I will not use it in an evil way, I can offer that.” He added, a wizard when they swore something on their own power and break that promise their magic is drastically decreased forever, it was kinda similar when a Wizard entered a house or a place with a strong threshold, their power would be cut in half while they are in there, at least if they were not invited in. Apartments and schools were east, since they had no threshold. He knew he was trying to keep his mind off of the fire and of the scream of his master that he had faintly heard as he was teleported here. Talking was able to distract him from that, he didn’t care that this person was not human, as long as he could just talk and listen and vice versa.

The looming angel raised an eyebrow at the amount of smoke that was coming out of the meek looking gentleman. "You look like you just got out of the seven pits of Hell," he remarked and walked over towards the wall nearest to them, leaning on it, "And no, I don't know much about the magi way. All I know is there is men and women of this world who can manipulate different elements towards their liking. That's about all I know of your way." It was true. Although he was interested in magic, being an angel, he was unable to hold any magic. The prowess he had was something different and ran off the faith you had, nothing to do with mana or intelligence.

"I'm...sorry? Wizard's promise?" He spoke, confused about the speech, "I'm not sure what that is, but if you seek a name, I find no reason to not give it. The name is Teryl, fallen savant of my Lord Almighty..." he made a small bow to show courtesy towards the new man.

“Mom, dad, I know you are worried about me going to this school. But I will be fine, I promise. It is for my own good, after all if I want to live in this society...I better learn how to fit in right?” A young girl said to her parents, a wave of curly brown hair cropped short framed the pale girls face. Her big brown eyes stared at the middle aged couple, but they parents of the young woman could only stare at their daughters hands, hands that were shiny with burn ointment smeared over them and wrapped in bandages. “But Ellais, it is dangerous out there...people...people don't understand that you are a good girl...they will fear you because you are different, because of your powers...you could get hurt out there.” The girl named Ellais let out a small sigh, running her injured hands through her mess of hair and wincing a bit, the burns still hurt.

“But that is exactly why I have to go Mom! To show them that someone like me, can go...I have been homeschooled since...since we first found out about my powers. I can't keep being sheltered, you can't always protect me forever...I know you want what is best for me...but I need to go and live out my life, I can't keep running away from my problems. I need to face them head on! So please, the school is opening today and they will teach me how to control this power. And isn't that what would be for the best? I don't want to accidently kill someone, set a house on fire. So please let me go...let me learn!” The young woman begged them, looking at the bags packed next to her, she was already to go, she just wanted to leave in her parents good grace.

The parents looked at their young daughter, only twenty two years old, and let out a small sigh. In their hearts they had always known this day would come. But it seemed to soon, it was dangerous for her out there. People weren't kind to Uniques...they feared what they didn't understand, and their baby girl may get killed for committing the crime of being different. It wasn't young Ellais fault but that was how the world was. If you weren't fully human, then you didn't have human rights. Sure the girl had been born that way, and was one of the closest things to being human as it gets for Uniques, she was just a witch after all, not a demon. But it didn't matter to most people.

But...their daughter had a point, they couldn't keep running away, moving from place to place all the time. It was to expensive and too dangerous. And they couldn't teach her how to control her powers either. They themselves were normal humans. They had adopted the girl when she was a baby not knowing she was a witch. Once Tom and Rachel wondered if they would have adopted her if they had known. And the answer was simple. Yes. They loved her dearly, and nothing in the world could have changed that. So as they looked at their daughter and then each other they let out a sigh and nodded their head. They had to let her go.

“Alright Ellais...but please. Please be careful out there, people are cruel to what they don't understand. And always remember that we love you dearly. You are our daughter, and nothing will ever change that, no matter what people say.” Rachel said before hugging her daughter tightly, tears welling up in both of their eyes. Tom said nothing for a moment and then spoke up. “Well...I don't like the thought of you leaving us, especially because of how dangerous it is out there. But...but we can't keep you here forever, you must go out there and learn about the world on your own. But Ellais, please...please come back to us, if it ever gets to hard...just call us or return. Come back in one piece.” Tom said before embracing his daughter tightly, tears in his eyes.

The family stayed like that for awhile, holding on to what may be the last time they ever see each other, and they knew that it may be the last, until Ellais broke away from them, and wiped the tears off her cheeks, smearing the ointment on her face. “Goodbye mom...goodbye dad. I will make sure to write too you, and call you if I can. I love you.” She said, smiling at her dear parents before she picked up her Marvel luggage bag and walked out the door into her new life.

Ellais looked at the crowd of anger people in dismay. They were screaming profanity and even holding up nooses, some were throwing rotten food, others held signs. Signs that read “Kill them! Burn them! They aren't human!” For a moment she wondered who really were the monsters here...but she shook her head fiercely, she couldn't think like that or else she was no better then they. So, with a deep breath she pushed herself through the crowd.

It was no easy task, people clawed at her, spat on her, tore her clothes and pulled her head. She even has rotten meat thrown at her and tomatoes. Someone even tried to grab her bag and almost broke the handle. But she grabbed it back and shoved the person off. And at last she managed to get the attention of a police officer.

The police officer pushed people out of his way with his sheild, sometimes even using his baton to whack the unruly ones out of his way as he made his way to Ellais, and eventually people parted away for him. The officer was a older man, about thirty-five years old with a athletic build to him. Ellais couldn't see all of his face, it was covered by a helmet. But what she could see told her that he at least appeared to be a nice fellow, if a bit stoic.

“What is wrong ma'am?” The officer asked, his voice strong and loud enough to carry over the disgruntled voices of the rabble. Ellais could only stare at him for a moment before her meek voice stammered out. “I need to get to the school...I am a student there...” She said softly to the man, she hated how weak she sounded for asking help. But sometimes, especially times like this, help was needed. “Sure ma'am, just stay behind me and try not to fall behind.”

With that the man made a path through the crowd, creating a gap behind him as he pushed through the angry crowd. He couldn't keep people from throwing things at her, but he did help make sure she got to the school in one piece. And that was where she saw something truly horrific fly through the air.

It was a severed head! Someone through a severed head! She could see the sickly shine in its eyes before it landed on the ground with a thud. It was no consolation that it looked like it had been dead for awhile. She almost threw up right then and there, but she managed to keep her stomach juices inside her body. The witch quickly turned to the police man and thanked him before she dashed through the gates of the school.

Once inside the school grounds the girl started to relax, she could feel her heart pounding against her rib cage, thudding loudly against her chest. She closed her big brown eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath to relax before opening them and taking a look at her surroundings.

It was an interesting place that was for sure. Half of the place was covered in dead plants, skulls, and blood, all making a rather grotesque picture, but still had something of beauty of it. The other half was the exact opposite of the hellish scene, flowers everywhere and a fountain that spewed out water instead of blood. It was an amazing juxtaposition but she didn't want to stay out there for too long. She could still hear the crowd outside, screaming for the death of her, and others like her.

Ellais opened the door to the school, and noticed the circular table. On it was a few envelopes, scattered around. All looked the same...but...but one just seemed to catch her attention. With a pale hand she picked the white envelope and noticed that this one was slightly burned. Ellais quickly opened the envelope and started to read.

The note was in a flourished script, full of swirls and stylized writing. But she managed to read it.

“With hands always hungry, hands that always need to be fed, whatever you touch will turn red. Burning is what you fear, and burning is what will happen. What are you, and what is your name.”

Ellais pondered the riddle for a moment before letting out a small sigh. “The fire witch...Ellais.” She said, her voice soft and carrying a natural husky quality to it. Ellais heard something click and turned around, seeing a small door open. With a deep breath she walked through the door, her luggage bag rattling behind.

Ahead of her she saw two figures that appeared to be deep in conversation, and paused for a moment, unsure of what to do. After looking around quickly she noticed that there appeared to be no where to go. No stairs or anything. Finally she gathered up her courage and walked to them, her mind playing over how she must look. After all her black shirt, one of her favorite for it had the Triforce on it, was torn in a few places, she had scratches marks on her face and must smell like rotten fruit. But she supposed they must have gone through the same thing...but still a women worries about these kinds of things.

“Um hello...I hope I am not interrupting anything...but um...you wouldn't happen to know where we are supposed to go would you?”

Jinx shuddered, “…just was teleported out of an inferno around me…” he told him as he swallowed back the lump of sorrow, he smiled at the man’s explanation of magi. He nodded, “That sums us up pretty well. We can bend things to our will but not like move mountains… at least not without the help of many, many experienced wizards on our side. We live longer than humans and can heal wounds better than them. That is not to say we are immortal, just the opposite a knife in the heart is just as effective to us.” He explained.
“Huh? Oh a wizards promise is when we swear on our power. When you break a promise you usually feel wretched or sick right? Well that is the backlash of breaking a promise. When people with Magic promise on something swearing on our power, well our power is drastically… forever…” he explained. “I haven’t seen or met a wizard dumb enough to break a promise. It is also a form of trust.” He commented. He heard his name and nodded, “Teryl huh? I am Jinx. I would bow but…” He commented as he gestured to his appearance, he did not offer him a middle or last name. “You don’t have to tell me your life story of course, probably would take a life time to hear it all. But if you want to talk to me I am willing to listen. I can do that much in this condition.” He told him as he fiddled with his pentacle and looked around the room letting his staff just rest across his shoulder his right arm resting on his knee. He seemed to be calming down more and more at each passing second.
He decided not to tell Teryl that he did not believe in God, even if an angel was in front of him he just couldn’t believe in a God that would allow a good man like his master to die… and he did not want to hear any of that ‘God works in mysterious ways.’ Crap. It wouldn’t bring back the dead… It wouldn’t make him feel better. It would just make him feel angry and helpless. He let out a soft sigh and shook his head. He heard the door open and saw a young woman slightly older than him. He sensed the magic in her and blinked in surprise, “What are you?” he asked her. He saw the state she was in and sighed, “Crowd outside?” he asked her with a faint smile, he saw her hands and frowned, “You okay?” he asked concerned.

Clouds were brewing overhead and Daisy felt an odd sense of foreboding; Thunderstorms always made her feel quite uncomfortable. Much like the objects she represented, she never minded a good rain shower, it was just the destructive force of lightning and thunder that made distressed. It wasn't the only that that made the fine hairs in the back of her neck stand on edge, it was the fact that the immaculate looking university stood in front of her eyes and crowds of wrath ridden humans stood there ranting. Her mouth contorted into a frown and she rung her hands together, trying to pump herself up. Her heart was thumping much too quickly to be considered normal and the acid in her stomach made her feel sick.

The jeering crowds made her attention sharpen once more as they became especially rowdy; a winged man dropping down to the University. Her eyebrows quirked as she saw the items that they threw at him, the head making her feel especially nauseas. Who would actually do such an inhumane thing? Daisy didn't have to think about the answer though, she knew how humans tend to become when they feared something. She hunched her shoulders, still staring at the crowd, trying to gain courage to actually go walk through the doors of the school. The police would keep her safe but from experience she knew that even the police wouldn’t be able to contain the most way-ward of crowds.

Daisy's attention was thwarted once more with a bright light, not too far from her. Her inquisitive stare was penetrating and she watched him cast some sort of circle around himself; perhaps a barrier? She backed away quite a bit, not one to enjoy the heat of fire. Her lips quirked into a smile, someone else was going to enter. If they could; she would be able to do so too. But her courage wasn't strong enough and it took her to want to help a girl who was getting beaten down by the crowd to make her help. It wasn't long before she entered the building too and Daisy felt courage well up inside the back of her throat, taunting her to go. If that girl could make it in alive, hopefully she could too.

With clenched fists and a quick pace, she finally entered the crowds. At first, no resistance was met, perhaps they thought she was just another odd girl who was far too whimsical to stick with natural hair colors. But soon the crowd realized the direction and she was meant with anger, pure unbridled anger. She winced as an array of object hit her soft flesh, none that she was too interested in actually looking to see what they were. She quickened her pace to a jog, not wanted to endure their selfish ways. She felt humiliated and far too much of an outcast; who where they to decided that they didn't belong in society and label them as outcasts?

Daisy was quick to enter the building, too worried to focus on its details. She wanted out of their awful taunting and the only way to assure that was behind doors. The doorknob was cool to her touch, something that made her glad, it was refreshing. The door was soon shut with a reverberating clanging noise. She nervously twiddled her thumbs as she walked to the center of the room, advancing towards a table full of envelopes. She took the closest one too her and tried to open it, which failed greatly. She knew she wasn't exactly the strongest but opening a letter had never aroused as a problem for her.

She sighed and placed it down, scouring the table for something useful. One of the envelopes popped out at her; her guts telling her to pick it. So she did and she read the short message on it, confusing her.

"Grown up in the pits of Hell,
I seek refuge.
Good in flaws of corruption,
I search.
Every rose has it's thorns,
I know."

A small giggle bubbled from her lips, who had made this? It was probably one of the worst poems she had ever read but she didn't mind. She just shrugged her shoulders. "Me, Daisy Hawthorn." The envelope’s ink leaked into itself as well as the small seal that was keeping it shut. She opened it with curiosity but the obscene amount of writing made her stop in her tracks. Daisy peeked around, instead looking for the three who she had seen enter before and smiled when she saw them. She sauntered over, grinning once more.

"Hey, name's Daisy." She told them, sticking her hand out for them to shake. "I saw you guys come in; it's obscene out there."

Ellais looked over at the young man, he didn't look that much younger then she, but then again looks can be deceiving. After all she had been mistaken for a sixteen year old girl from time to time. But why was he asking what she was? Could he...could he sense that something was different about her, that she wasn't normal? But no...that couldn't be it. Maybe he just was asking because...well everyone that was here wasn't exactly normal, it was just probably curiosity. After all, there was a person standing next to the young man that was wearing armor, and had wings. Actual wings! She wanted to ask more about him but now wasn't the time.

“Um what am I? I am...I am a witch. And I am fine, just...the crowd out there. They are so...violent out there...I even saw a...a head...” Ellais answered, shuddering as she rubbed her bandaged hands together, smearing the burn ointment around and around her skin. Wincing for a moment as the pain shot through her body. “Ow...” She muttered softly under her breath before turning around at the sound of the woman. She held out her bandaged hands, holding them up in the air. “Um...I can't shake your hand...sorry.” Ellais said before giving the girl a smile. “My name though is Ellais, and it is nice to meet you...all of you. Um may I ask what everyone is? Or is that rude?” It was obvious that she wasn't very good at social interactions but she appeared to be a very sweet girl.

Jinx listened to the girl, “a witch? Huh whaddya know… I am a Wizard.” He said with a faint smile. He saw her shiver, “a head? I remember seeing that out of the corner of my eye on the ground… but I was tired so I cannot be sure…” he told her. He saw someone enter the room and again sensed Mana, he felt surrounded by it and all he needed to do was reach out and take it for his own… he shook his head getting rid of those thoughts. He smiled at the new girl. “Hey I am Jinx.” He told her as he offered her his hand though he stayed on the ground. “I am guessing that the crowd wasn’t pleasant with you as well?” he asked with a faint grin. He planted his hand on the ground and stood up raising himself up as he did so. “Apparently the path will open once everyone gets here.” He said with a yawn as he leaned against the wall wobbling a bit, “Pardon me… I used to much magic today… I need to take it easy.” He said softly.

“I wonder what the other students will be? This is interesting…I wish Mast-…” he stopped himself mid-sentence and seemed to look to the ground… sorrow in his eyes. He blinked back the tears. “not now… get over your grief later, supply it for magic…” he thought to himself as he shook his head. “Never mind that, what are you guys specialties? No need to answer if you don’t want to of course.” He remarked with a slight grin. “Don’t reveal all your cards though that would be bad for you.” He commented with a wink. He seemed to be hiding pain deep inside of him for now. Again he fiddled with his pendant it seemed to be comforting mechanisms and after today he needed something familiar and normal, well normal for him. He could feel the magic symbols around it and new the meaning of each one… it was one of the things he enjoyed studying, and was needed to study, a wizard could not make a single mistake when writing the symbols, it could be disastrous for the wizard and the ones around him.

The group started to slowly form, one by one. The little moment he had with the young wizard was now tarnished with the many other who were now walking in. Jinx seemed to be enough of a socialite that he didn't have to talk, which was good. Teryl wasn't much for group discussions. He wasn't much for single discussions either, but he knew that it would be a looong time here if he didn't at least try to make some friends. With each person, he made a mental description of who they were, what they were and what they could do so he could access who would most likely be his ally and enemy. With each of the two women that entered he listened to them, picking out their characteristics and mentally noting them down.

The first woman who entered, the one that looked like she just went through a brutal training, seemed very timid for a first time meeting. She was quiet, self concerned, quite beautiful, fairly young, shy, all things that he would expect from more people. A witch? He thought to himself. The name had been used in the past to describe putrid, horror filled creatures with sin and corruption. But he couldn't sense any darkness in her. Either she wasn't what the fables told or she's hiding what she really is.

The second woman was definitely the opposite. She seemed bubbly, excited to meet everyone, outward, especially towards the circumstances she just went through outside with the mob. She was full if vitality and energy, kind, maybe a bit naive, but there was something else...something that made Teryl jump a bit...demonic. Something was dark about her, but it didn't show through her personal traits. She could be mistook as an angel herself if the dark feeling wasn't permeating through her so much. But he wasn't going to start anything yet. He was simply going to stand there and observe as the young magi got the information for him.

Ellais tilted her head at the young mans question, wondering what exactly he meant. Specialty? Did he mean what they could do? She bit down on her purple painted lip, wondering if she should mention her powers. But then again he did ask. And after all, what could be the harm in answering a question like that. “Um I guess my speciality is fire...that is to say I can set my hands on fire. It...it hurts...a lot. I can't control it very well, and...and it leaves burns all over my hands.” She makes a motion with her hands that are glistening with burn ointment, and covered with white bandages.

She turned toward the other girl, her head tilting at the females hair, it was such a pretty shade of green. Ellais was tempted to attempt to draw her. After all, the girl was pretty, much more so then her. But Ellais had given up drawing long ago, at least drawing seriously, so she was out of practice. The twenty two year old wondered what was special about the girl, if she was another witch or something else entirely. But all she could manage to say to the woman was “I like your hair...” And even then her voice was rather soft, shy really.

Ellais then turned her attention to the man with the wings, her eyes looking him over, full of curiosity and bubbling with unasked questions. Questions she wasn't sure she should ask...a part of her wanted to touch the winged man, feel the softness of his feathers...but that would be rude. And she didn't want to mess up his feathers with the cream on her hand. So she just stood there, looking at him for a moment, wanting to ask him so many questions. But she was too scared, to shy. So she just turned her attention back to the ground, staring at her run down navy blue sneakers. Sneakers that were currently covered in muck and grime from all that had been thrown and that she had stepped in.

Daisy shook her head when the girl said she wasn't able to shake her hand, becoming confused. What it maybe a different custom that the girl followed when they met or did it maybe have something to do with her powers? Daisy remembered watching a movie when she had first been sent to Earth; something about a league of superheroes. One of the girls in it had the power to drain life, perhaps that was her power? But she was going to be hasty about the powers; she really wanted to learn about them. So instead she shot the girl a smile when she learnt her name, Ellais. It was a gorgeous name; something Daisy thought suited the girl. Her eyes were absolutely stunning in her mind, this girl was way too interesting to have such a shy disposition on life. Although there was this quiet anxiety around her, she knew that she was a good person. She could foresee herself becoming good friends with the girl, much like everyone else in this room.

Her eyes were drawn next to a guy with blue hair and Daisy shot him a smile as well. She shook his hand as he offered in and nodded at his name. Jinx, it was an odd name for a person to have. She wondered if the shoe fit, if he were actually bad luck. But he seemed rather friendly and someone Daisy could have at length conversations with; part of her also assumed that he would be rather funny once the stress of the day wore off. "No, I can assume the crowd is going to be nice to none of us. Apparently we're a threat to all of them." She shrugged. "In my opinion, if they're that afraid of us, shouldn't they be cowering instead of murdering us?" She asked, her eyes narrowing at the thought of their single tracked minds. Daisy could see some sort of sorrow within him, she wasn't sure if it was about the crowd or what he just failed to tell them about. But Daisy decided not to ask, it was his business after all, not hers.

Her eyes drifted once more to the last person, who had yet to speak. He had brilliant wings that she was certain that he wore proudly; it was practically the only thing that her eyes lingered on. Her parents had told her of angels, how they were a hated kind of hers. She pursed her lips, wondering how true her parents had been. Would she be able to trust him and assume that her parents were just caught up in their vulgarity, or fear him for the power he held over her. She sighed, not wanting to have an inner turmoil at quite this second. He was quiet too, like the other girl, but he also seemed way too mysterious, like he was trying to hide something that he wasn't proud of. But Daisy thought, if he were trustworthy, would be a good friend. She enjoyed the people standing around her, she wanted to pursue friendship with all of them.

She listened to Ellias talk about her power and Daisy now understood the incapability to shake her hand. It seemed like a painful power to have as well as a destructive one; it must've been harden than she could have imagined for the poor girl. "Sounds painful . . . I'm sorry." Daisy told her, not wanting to sound stupid but at the same time feeling actually pity for the girl, although she was sure she just made the conversation awkward. But Daisy grinned when Ellias commented on her hair, calling her pretty. Even then her voice was timid but it was nice of her. "Thanks Ellias, has anyone ever told you how brilliant your eyes are?" She asked, positive that she would say yes.

She looked to a small pot right beside them containing dying roses. She made her way to them and placed her hand over the top of it. When she removed it the flower was in health once more. She smiled, glad that she had saved it and then placed her hand beside the pot, making three more bloom beside it. "Flowers, my power is flowers. Not that it was the hottest power growing up around demons but hey, it's definately my pick." She said with a shrug, leaning against the wall now, her eyes looking back and forth from Jinx and the winged man, waiting for them to comment next.

Jinx smiled at Daisy and nodded his head, “That is true… they should just leave us alone and let us live our own life…” he said with a shake of his head, “let the sleeping dog lie and all that…” he muttered before he suppressed another yawn, he yearned to take the mana, it would be a fast way to heal… but no again he rejected that idea. “to dangerous, too rude, and could easily backfire.”” he thought to himself pursing his lips softly. He looked at Teryl who was still silent, he didn’t mind that. He knew some people were just more talkative than others, he himself usually wasn’t this talkative, but it helped him right now… talking put the thoughts to the back of his head. He looked at Ellias the shy girl and kindly stated her, “Please do not use fire around me…”

He watched as Daisy walked to the pot of dying roses and blinked as he felt the mana around her shift to them, making them come back to life. He blinked in surprise, “Impressive. Plant magic? I haven’t seen anyone use that… then again I didn’t really go out of my way to ask people to show me… but I like it.” He told her with a smile, “and no focus item either. That is really good.” He complimented her. “I dabble in magic… but my specialty is spirit magic. I can use the other four elements, but not as well, I guess I am more akin to spirit.” He stated with a shrug as he picked up his white robe jacket and shook it lightly removing some of the soot as he did so. “Guess this is the first thing to go in the wash…” he muttered as he caught his staff as it started to slide down the wall. “Do you think they will allow us to buy clothes?” he asked them as he realized all he had on him were literally the clothes on his back. "...wait that will be hard without money wouldn't it?" he said as he remembered his wallet was burned in the fire as well as some of his favorite paperback novels.

Daisy grinned at Jinx. "Thanks, but plant magic? I've never really heard of that before, it's more like the plants listen to me. I never really bothered to think of it as magic before. But I'm glad that you like it, maybe I could teach you sometime? But a focus item, I have no idea what that is either. And that's pretty cool, I saw you appear in the crowds before so I'm assuming spirit users can teleport?" She asked, curious to find more about this magic he spoke about. It wasn't every day that she got to learn about powers like his.

She laughed at his comment about cleaning and she nodded, looking down at her own stained clothes. It was a pity too because she had brought nothing else from the place she had been staying at. A florist has promised her room and board if she had cared and grew flowers, which wasn't bad for Daisy. But the second she started losing business because of her, she had got kicked out; for only three days later this University to be opened. She considered herself lucky. "I don't know, I mean, they can't keep us in these clothes forever." Daisy wrinkled her nose up at the thought. "And, you know, it won't be hard to get clothes without money . . . " Daisy said, having no inhabitations for stealing. She grew up in a place with no concept of money, Demons took what they needed and were granted other things with privileges. Money was foreign and senseless to her.

"And does anyone have any idea who opened this up, I only heard wind that there would be a sanctuary for people like us, I had no idea that it would be this massive." She said, rubbing at the back of her neck.

Ellais eyes were torn away from the winged man, he reminded her of Angel from the X-men, before he became blue and had metal wings and changed his name. They were torn away from the sound of the other woman's voice, she was saying something, and it took Ellais awhile to register what the woman said. “Oh...um it, it is ok. I mean it hurts...it hurts a lot...but if I learn to control it, maybe I can find away to make this useful. After all we are here to learn how to control ourselves here right?” She said, a small smile on her face, she really wanted to believe that, maybe she needed to believe that, at least for now.

And then Ellais's cheeks turned red when Daisy said that her eyes were pretty, truth be told no one really ever had told her that. She shook her head from side to side, her brown hair swishing around her face. “Nno. To be honest, I haven't seen anyone my age for about seven years...I was homeschooled since I was fifteen years old. So no...no one has ever told me that.” She said softly, but giving the girl a smile. “Thank for for saying that though, it made me happy, I have always like my eyes.” And then those pretty eyes saw something amazing.

Daisy, pretty Daisy did something that her magic could never do. They healed the plants. Ellais let out a gasp of surprise as she watched the dead flowers go from a withered brown to a spring green, the stems of them straightening out and the petals regaining their vibrancy once more. “Oh wow...that is incredible! I wish I could do that.” But her powers could only ever destroy, never heal and do something useful. Still, Ellais could hope that her powers could be used for something else, something that could help out people instead of hurt them. Ellais looked sad for a moment, but she quickly shook her head and put a smile back on her face. “You have an amazing gift Daisy!” ...wait...did she say demons? “Yyour a demon? Oh wow, I never thought that. I thought that they would look like...like tieflings from dnd. But you are so pretty! And nice!”

When the blue haired man, she gathered that his name was Jinx, mentioned the fact that he had no money she frowned. She had brought her X-men wallet, it was buried in her luggage, but it was there. “Um I have some money...if we are able to go outside I can buy you some clothes...” She then looked at the demoness, it was still so hard to believe that someone as nice as her was something that people feared. “And maybe my clothes will fit you...though my favorite shirt is ruined...” She said softly, disheartened at the loss of her Legend of Zelda shirt, her lucky shirt. But she could always just buy a new one, at least she made it through the crowd alive.

She turned to the winged man and resumed staring at him, well at least his wings. They were very pretty...and well cool. Finally she got up the nerve to ask him one question, a very simple one at that. “Um...what is your name?”

Jinx nodded, “Well I only called it magic because of the mana I sensed coming from you to it.” He explained with a faint smile. “So you are a demon? So is it not magic or is it more like a natural ability? I would love to see it in action… maybe if I combine earth and spirit I can do that…” he asked her curiously it seemed he is an inquisitive young man. Her words of him appearing before the crowd. He thought no one else besides the norm saw him. He looked down when she asked if he could teleport the sound of his masters scream filled his head briefly as he gripped his staff. “…No… I cannot teleport that is to complicates for me…” he muttered sorrow in his voice as he stumbled and choked on his words..

He stayed silent for a moment before he spoke, “Yeah they probably can’t keep us in these clothes for ever. When I fix my robe I am putting a protective spell on it.” He muttered as he looked at the remaining soot on his jacket. He saw Ellias walk over to Teryl, and smiled slightly, she seemed the shy sort, but honest and sincere. They were both Magi so they may be able to help each other out in a situation, but he shook his head shaking that thought away he didn’t know her yet… or really anyone here, he shouldn’t show them all his cards just yet. That would be to stupid and careless. He took a look of them all, they seemed to have had it rough as well as he… he shouldn’t keep on moping… but he hadn’t even come to accept his Masters death… it only happened today and all. He closed his eyes. “keep the grief and store it.” he thought to himself taking control of his emotions.

Teryl kept a silent tongue, watching, listening, observing, hearing everyone talking, what they were, where they came from, bits and pieces of stories and hobbies and locking them all in his memory. This was starting to become a definitely unique group. A mage...a witch...a angel...a demon...such a ransack of characteristics. Strengths, weaknesses, pros and cons, but altogether, maybe impervious.

The mage seemed to be intelligent enough, due to his pronunciations and the fact that he could bend elements with his own whim. He didn't seem to think about here and now, but future. Clothing, housing, mixing powers with other students. His master must've been a genius or this man a savant. More be it than intelligence, he had personality. He wasn't shut up like himself, he wanted to learn more about people, to feel them out and, maybe, find the real reasons why they were here. He definitely had much promise in the school.

Then there was Ellias, a shut in, cut off from the world for the longest time. She had no mind of corruption or being used as a puppet and was just introduced to the hatred all around them. But, still, for a witch, her heart was large and she seemed to honestly care about all the people in the room, despite just meeting them. Teryl hadn't seen her power yet, but usually if a Unique couldn't control the prowess, it is usually activated by passion and emotion...some of the most powerful magic out there and if she could control it, she would definitely be a stormtide force.

Then there was Daisy...the demon...he wasn't sure what to think of her. He was always taught, from human to heaven that demons were a abrupt weapon against the holy divinity. He has been preached to time and time again to slaughter any demons he finds and, for the most part of his life, he did. Many possessed, haunted, demonic poltergeists have died from him, but they all seemed to want to kill him first. She saw the angel's wings and wasn't phased by it, didn't even snarl or frown. And he never seen a demon with powers that didn't have to do with raising the dead or setting humans into flames. He wasn't trusting her...yet, but wasn't going to let his past discrepancies ruin this.

In his deep, trance-like thinking, he saw the small witch approach him and speak. It was like muttering to his ears and he looked down through his cloaked helmet and stared at her through the slots in his metal. He continued to stare at her before he finally realized she was trying to talk to him. "Hm?" He asked and shook his head, "I apologize, what did you say?"

It was very hard for Jules' parents to understand. They always expected him to be a doctor or maybe even a writer at some point or another. Maybe they knew all along. Maybe they discovered his talents during his early childhood. But why on earth would they protect his ignorance? Why leave him unprepared for a lifetime of suffering and misunderstanding. The weather was rather warm when he arrived at the train station. It wouldn't probably stay this way for long, he had spent too much time looking at clouds. Still, a storm was approaching. He took his baggage, a somewhat larger backpack with several patches and half torn adhesive labels, and walked of the train sluggishly. The radio guy had been talking of a peaceful demonstration around the university. He thought it actually might not be a good idea to walk around town during this kind of events. Fortunately, there was a cab right outside. Without much ado, he stepped in and the driver said: “Where to?”

After a moment, Jules responded: “I heard there's a demonstration around here. I'm here to take some shots.” Lucky for him, the cab-driver wasn't a very smart man. Half an hour later, they reached a police road block. Jules took a bill out of his wallet, it was his last Franklin. It hadn't been fair to let a simple taxi-driver bring him here without knowing the possible risks. Without looking at the driver even once, he got out of the cab and walked strait towards one of the police officers making sure the new-coming students actually made it inside. One of the cops walked strait to him and said: “Hey, watch out! You shouldn't be walking around without a stick. If you keep walking this way, you'll end up diving into an angry mob.” Once again, someone believed him to be blind. Jules had gotten used to that part of always wearing sunglasses and looking down. In many ways, he felt a spark of pride by his improving acting skills. How many actors could actually move and behave like blind people without training and preparing for months. For the sake of reaching the entrance, however, he chose to clear the misunderstanding: “I'm not blind, officer. I'm one of the arriving students and I would be very thankful if you helped me get into the building without having to look anyone directly. You might not be very happy with the results.” He hoped that last bit of a menace might actually make him work more diligently. “Would you mind offering me a hand? I think it would be better if I keep my eyes closed while walking through the demonstration.”

The policeman didn't answer, but offered him a hand, a slightly tremulous one to say the least. He felt slightly bad for scaring the heavens out of a poor officer, but, to be completely honest, Jules terrified of everything that was about to happen. He had received an invitation offering classes and, more importantly, the truth about his own nature. After all this time, he still had absolutely no notion about the origin of his powers. Was he a monster, meant to clean the earth from impurity? Or rather a rare mutation, a freak of nature? Would he be able to cope with the burden hidden within that simple, yet still unattained, truth?

The nature of the demonstration was in no way a peaceful one, this Jules noticed nearly as soon as he stepped into it. A man, or at least it felt like one, managed to hit him from behind. It hurt like hell, but he was extremely happy that the guy hadn't used a knife. He fell to his knees for a moment, but thanks to the policemen, nobody else managed to get to him. For some reason, it was hard for him not to feel pity. These people weren't able to distinguish between a monstrous being and a humanoid one, to say the least. They reached the premises of the university and the officer managed to say: “Good luck, son. You look like you might actually need it.” He thought about answering, but that might have scared him even more.

Inside of the building, he discovered a large room, probably a lobby. Several other people where there, he took many precautions not to look around to much and risk feeling them. There was a single envelope lying on a table in the middle. It seemed he was the last one to arrive. Without much ado, he walked steadily towards the table and took one of the envelopes, his envelope. The materials of the envelope didn't look all too expensive, but there was an ominous seal in the middle. He felt the answer he'd been looking for was right inside of it. Then, Jules turned the envelop around and found a few words, it was a riddle:

We are children of gods and yet slaves to mankind.
We live free, but our burdens will define our innermost nature.
I am Calliope's, for it is her who sung me to sleep.
Who am I?

That name, Calliope, Jules couldn't help thinking he'd heard it before. When he was a young child, his father used to read him the myths of ancient Greece. An empire more known for his wisdom than it's military power. Once, his father told him the tale of Orpheus, a Thracian prince and son of a muse. In this tale, the muse taught his son how to sing. Later, that same talent nearly managed to free Orpheus beloved from the hands of death itself. Was that it?

Carefully, Jules raised the envelope very close to his lips and whispered. “Am I a Muse?”
Nothing happened. He tried again, this time, he took the precaution of walking further away from the others. “I am Jules Armando Villalobos. I was born a muse.” The envelope made a click-sound and it suddenly opened.

Ellais stared up at the man, she couldn't see his face through his helmet, as she waited for the mans answer. While she could have just called him Mister, or Sir, she felt that was...well to impersonal. But what if he didn't want her to know his name, was she rude for asking then? She wasn't sure what she should do then, well aside from calling the winged man what he told her too. As she waited she couldn't help but to shift uncomfortably as she waited.

Ellais felt like he was staring but he was saying absolutely nothing to her, maybe she actually had offended her, after all the witch knew nothing about his customs. Maybe asking for someones name was rude! Oh no! What should she do then? She bit down on her lower lip before she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, in an attempt to calm herself down. Deep breath, ok everything is going to be alright, she opened her eyes. And finally the man spoke to her.

His voice was so...so strong, full of power and authority. At least that is what it seemed like to her. It was almost not of this world. But then again he did have wings...so he probably wasn't from here...at least not anymore. He answered her question with a question. Wanting her to repeat what she had asked. That was ok, she knew that she sometimes spoke a bit to softly. But it meant that she was going to have to gather up her courage again to talk to him. She really wasn't very good at social interactions. She took another deep breath, before asking in a slightly louder voice. “Um...ccan I have your name sir? I hope it isn't rude of me to ask someone like you that. I am not sure what your customs are after all. Or even...well are you...are you an angel?” She had only heard of angels from the bible, and she couldn't imagine what one was doing here. But what if he wasn't an angel? What he was something else? But else could he be?

"Relax pale one," he spoke and put a heavy, metallic hand on her shoulder. This woman was much, much more fragile in social situations than he thought. She resembled a shivering hound in the bleak of winter, "Just relax, I'm nothing to fret about." He pulled a hand off of her and rested it in a cross armed position, like before, "My name Teryl and I was an angel, at one point. I still have the stance, but not the authority. I kept the wings, but lost the admiration of being a fellow holy warrior." He looked down at her and under the slotted helmet, he smirked a bit. This woman was so intrigued with him and his customs and designs. It felt nice. Ever since being smitten down to earth to be constantly harassed by the Norms, he's never really had people interested in him, just the crimes he's made.

"I see you have been staring at my appendages," he spoke and withdrew his wings only to have his left wing limp in front of her, "Go ahead, they are soft to the touch, even after all the fires set to them."

Diasy felt hope for Ellias, she wanted the girl to learn how to control her powers; she deserved it. She felt hope for the girl and some attachement for her; Daisy wanted the girl to be happy and not have to be cautious with everything. Daisy couldn't even began to imagine if everything she touched burnt, she looked up to her for being able to deal with her power. But Daisy still couldn't hide her shock when Ellias had said that no one had ever complimented her eyes before; despite the fact of being homeschooled Daisy thought her parents would have at least complemented her. From what she understood most Earth families had relatively functunal families. She didn't question it though, at least she now knew that her eyes were gorgeous.

Daisy laughed at her interpretation of demons. "Well, not all of us look like that. But thank you for thinking so. In Hell I'm the ugly one to be quite frank." She laughed. "And thanks actually, because believe it or not, I've been in theses clothes way too long." She peeked down at her black tank top, glad that black couldn't easily stain, as well as he shorts that had started to get spots all over them. But thankfully not comments were said on her stained attire, she didn't exactly feel like explaining it.

"And I would be glad to show you sometime. We could do stuff together, I mean, we could grow a garden here!" She seemed quite excited at the prospect but was quick to catch some sadness once more. He was hiding something and she knew it was none of her buisness but curiosity was starting to get the best of her. Perhaps she would ask him about it later when she would be able to get him alone. No one deserved to be that sad and have to keep it inside, it was injust.

But it was really only until that the winged man spoke his name did Daisy gasp. She knew Teryl! Well, obviously not personally but he was known in Hell. There was stories about him, kicked out of Heaven after some horrendous crime. Daisy never bothered to find out what it was, she wasn't one of gossip. She gave him a knowing look, she knew what he had gone through. Demons thought it was funny how the good things he did always seemed to backfire, in fact, all fallen angels were quite the gossip in Hell. "Nice to meet you Teryl." She told him, not wanting the others knowing. She didn't want them to see him different, she was certain of what he did in the past haunted him so she definately was not going to be the one to bring it up.

"This is totally off topic but is there some food anywhere? Because I haven't eaten for days and I'm starving!" She told them, patting her stomach.

Jinx nodded at Daisy, “try to grow a garden? Huh I could use that to try to combine to Earth and Spirit… though that would probably take time and research…” he muttered raising a hand to his mouth in concentration. His eyes for a moment were serious as his eyebrows furrowed in concentration his eyes seemed to dart a bit before he blinked remembering where he was, “S-sorry… I sometimes get lost in thought.” He apologized to them a faint blush on his face as he lowered his head letting his blue hair cover his eyes in an abash movement.
Jinx smiled as Teryl spoke to Ellais, he knew he was a good guy. He scratched his head as he sat back and listened to the group talking. He automatically went into his training and took off his pentacle necklace; he let it dangle between his fingers and willed it to glow, making it shimmer a pale whitish blue. Though only the outline seemed to glow. He concentrated more as he breathed in and then out the shimmer growing brighter when he breathed in and dimmer when he breathed out. It was almost hypnotic to watch. His eyes also glowed with each breath following the shimmer of his pentacle. He hardly needed to exert any mana for this anymore, though the glow was dimmer than he usually did it was what he knew he could do without pushing himself to the brink of himself. Abruptly cut off the glow making it a normal pentacle necklace. He had enough training for now. He stared at his necklace his hand trembling a bit as he clasped it back on as he looked at Daisy. “Sorry. I don’t have any food on me.” He apologized to her. He looked around the room, “you’d think they would have thought of this type of situation…” he remarked. He heard the door open and saw another one enter. “Welcome. Another student eh?” he asked again sensing a power come from him, not human than. He again felt the urge to take the mana but again resisted it. “Why is that temptation always there? I was taught better than that!” he thought to himself angrily.