amricaofcamelot

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    amricaofcamelot posted an update in the group Fan Fiction 1 year, 4 months ago

    Chapter Two: “I’ll show you what I can do, darling.”
    TAGS: @THECOVEN4EVER
    @LULUJNE1515 and…
    @ELOISERUIZPALMA

    No one liked me. The nymphs avoided hand contact when they were handing me my lunch basket, people tried to sit as far away from me as they could and even the teachers disliked me. The only thing that liked me was my husky, Luna.
    “And I love you too, baby girl,” I whispered, feeding her chunks of coconut oil slathered roast beef. She barked in a friendly way as a response and kept on eating.
    My other dorm mates were huddled up in their beds, curtains drawn. Luna looked up at me, her meal done. I opened my bed’s curtains and she jumped in. “Night,” I said as she snuggled next to me.

    IN THE MORNING

    Luna had promised to be a good girl. So as she followed me to breakfast, she didn’t make a peep but kept up her I-WILL-EAT-ANYONE-WHO-LOOKS-AT-MY-OWNER-THE-WRONG-WAY attitude. Her spine was straight, her tail poised and eyes glaring. I could hear mutters of, “Hathor… Egyptian… demigoddess” and even a few “rouge… doesn’t belong… should be expelled”. Luna barked and growled at all the offenders but she was just about restraining herself from full out attack and if she did I would be expelled.
    “Hey.” I saw a boy with dark hair, green eyes and pale skin behind me. He was tall and he looked familiar. “Mufasa!” I cried, relieved. Luna was also happy, jumping up at him. “It’s so good to see you!”
    “Good to see you too,” agreed Mufasa. “And Luna too.” He petted Luna on the head. “Titan is also here but he’s in my room.” Titan was a German Shephard and Luna’s boyfriend. Luna panted happily. Mufasa was the son of Geb and could control most Earth-y stuff but that meant-
    “Have you been bullied too?” I asked him anxiously. Mufasa uncomfortably looked around, trying not to meet my piercing amber gaze. Then I noticed he was trying to hide his wrist under his sleeve. “Mufasa!” I said. I pulled his arm out and ripped the sleeve up. He had a long cut going up from his wrist to the crook of his elbow. A golden, shimmering oil-like liquid slowly oozed out the wound. “You’re hurt!”
    He tousled with his hair, pulling his arm back and shaking it so the sleeve fell over the scar again. “It’s nothing,” he insisted, walking past me. “Come on, we’ll miss breakfast and I’ve heard this place does really good Nutella crepes.”
    He walked past me, leaving one question in my mind:
    “Only a Greek demigod could inflict such a wound… a Greek? In this school?”

    AFTER CLASS

    I sat at the front of Beautification, fiddling with a loose sugarplum on the bottom of my desk. I tried to concentrate on a recently graduated Evergirl, giddily lecturing us on the properties of light vs heavy foundation.
    “Now, some people think the nose should have a heavy layer,” she murmured, barely audible, “but they’re WRONG! The nose should have the same amount as the cheek. Write that down.”
    I took out my fountain pen, uncorked my glass bottle of ink in the shape of a hummingbird and straightened a scroll of parchment. Immediately, I sensed everyone’s eyes going to me.
    “What?!” I screamed, standing up. I looked around me, glaring. I felt my Egyptian power rising up beneath my skin, flooding the air around me. Yes, there was more to me than PRETTY-LITTLE-LOVE-MAKING. Sekhmet, the protective lioness fire goddess also had something to do with my creation. I deeply inhaled and wickedly smirked. “I’ll show you what I can do, darling,” I promised to the gawpers. I shot a hand out and turned a chocolate mosaic to a burning wreck. Everyone screamed and jumped away but then realised they were flooding towards me and so they were trapped in the middle of the classroom. The heat was unbearable but I heard a soothing voice inside me, a voice that calmed the pure heat…
    “You have done well, my child. These weak mortals will never disrespect you again. You will make them grovel at your feet.” Sekhmet’s voice. “I don’t want to,” I replied, “I want to make them my allies, not my slaves or enemies.”
    “Ah, but you have no choice,” my second Mom insisted but I cut her out. The final thing I said to her on this short message was:
    “The last burning is not over, Sekhmet.”

    THEORIES!
    What did Akira mean by “the last burning is not over”?
    Is there something behind this mysterious, unknown “Greek demigod” at school?
    Tell me your theories!

        victoryofwoodsbeyond replied 1 year, 4 months ago

        I love it! Please tag me?

        thecoven4ever replied 1 year, 4 months ago

        Nice!

        lovergirl replied 1 year, 4 months ago

        Tag .eee! I loaf this!

        amricaofcamelot replied 1 year, 4 months ago

        Theories, please! XD

          amricaofcamelot replied 1 year, 4 months ago

          ‘Cause I’m stumped, that’s all. 🙂

        aloha101grl replied 1 year, 4 months ago

        love the husky luna!!!! plz tag me

        imareaderandproudofit replied 1 year, 4 months ago

        Tag me please! Also where is chapter 1?

          victoryofwoodsbeyond replied 1 year, 4 months ago

          If you click on her avatars you r able to access her recent activity

        rhianmustdie replied 1 year, 4 months ago

        Tell me where to find da Nutella Crepes

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