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Creatures
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Christofer P.O.V:
BANG! I looked around in shock. I knew there was probably already a person sitting beside me, but it was the fact that she had made so much noise, making me look at her. She seemed cool, but slightly pissed off at something. 'Probably one of those emo jokes' I thought, sighing. "Y'alright?" I asked softly, hoping that she didn't mind talking to me. Whilst waiting for a reply I pulled out my notebook from the front pocket of my bag.
"Just fantastic," She sighed sarcastically. I chuckled a bit, pulling out my pencil and pen.
"Aren't we all," I agreed.
The teacher sat back at her desk, clicking onto a Powerpoint to show us. There was a massive title, taking up most of the screen. A bold font, blood red text colour, reading 'The Myths of Acient History!'. I knew, the second reading it, that it would be something about demons and angels. This always happened, when reading about history it would often mention things about the wars, people believing in a higher man, one that floated amongst the angels, one that would take them from their lives, lead them to a better. But also one that would punish the cruel, send them amongst...well my species, to be burnt, cooked...destroyed. Because that's all we were ever thought of the 'evil' ones, the ones that were cruel to everyone but ourselves.
Quintessas P.O.V:
The lad next to me asked if I was okay. Did I look okay to him? I could be dying for all he knew. "Just fantastic," I answerd back. I leaned back in the chair, today was stressfull. I watched the teachers everymove, from the clicks of the mouse to her blinking pattern. She soon stood back up infront of a powerpoint reading 'The Myths of Acient History'. I knew a lot about this. "Anyone know any mythical creatures?" The teacher was asking a question but most of the people didn't know and the lad besides me was hiding his face and chanting somthing to himself so quite it was a mumble to me. I looked around for a few moment giving people time to say somthing. I myself was a Mythical Creature but I wasn't going to give myself away. I let out a big sigh and stuck up my hand giving the teacher help. I waited for her to notice me and when she did her eyes lit up and she pointed the same boney finger she did when gving me my assigned seat. I took down my hand and in a big breath,
"Demons and Angels." I knew a lot about them. My grandad had told me stories how he had been in love with a Demon . It was not fobidden; though she died in the Demon and Angel war. He would often blame himself but infact it was not him. He had gotten a bunch of Demons to saftey and brought them away from the battle to heal. He had then insisted that he didn't want them to fight. It had been a valid point and Quintessa never knew if it had worked and if he had got some Demons free to live a life like Vampires or if they were still in combat training to get them ready for the war with the Angels.
"Ah, that's good Quintessa"
BANG! I looked around in shock. I knew there was probably already a person sitting beside me, but it was the fact that she had made so much noise, making me look at her. She seemed cool, but slightly pissed off at something. 'Probably one of those emo jokes' I thought, sighing. "Y'alright?" I asked softly, hoping that she didn't mind talking to me. Whilst waiting for a reply I pulled out my notebook from the front pocket of my bag.
"Just fantastic," She sighed sarcastically. I chuckled a bit, pulling out my pencil and pen.
"Aren't we all," I agreed.
The teacher sat back at her desk, clicking onto a Powerpoint to show us. There was a massive title, taking up most of the screen. A bold font, blood red text colour, reading 'The Myths of Acient History!'. I knew, the second reading it, that it would be something about demons and angels. This always happened, when reading about history it would often mention things about the wars, people believing in a higher man, one that floated amongst the angels, one that would take them from their lives, lead them to a better. But also one that would punish the cruel, send them amongst...well my species, to be burnt, cooked...destroyed. Because that's all we were ever thought of the 'evil' ones, the ones that were cruel to everyone but ourselves.
Quintessas P.O.V:
The lad next to me asked if I was okay. Did I look okay to him? I could be dying for all he knew. "Just fantastic," I answerd back. I leaned back in the chair, today was stressfull. I watched the teachers everymove, from the clicks of the mouse to her blinking pattern. She soon stood back up infront of a powerpoint reading 'The Myths of Acient History'. I knew a lot about this. "Anyone know any mythical creatures?" The teacher was asking a question but most of the people didn't know and the lad besides me was hiding his face and chanting somthing to himself so quite it was a mumble to me. I looked around for a few moment giving people time to say somthing. I myself was a Mythical Creature but I wasn't going to give myself away. I let out a big sigh and stuck up my hand giving the teacher help. I waited for her to notice me and when she did her eyes lit up and she pointed the same boney finger she did when gving me my assigned seat. I took down my hand and in a big breath,
"Demons and Angels." I knew a lot about them. My grandad had told me stories how he had been in love with a Demon . It was not fobidden; though she died in the Demon and Angel war. He would often blame himself but infact it was not him. He had gotten a bunch of Demons to saftey and brought them away from the battle to heal. He had then insisted that he didn't want them to fight. It had been a valid point and Quintessa never knew if it had worked and if he had got some Demons free to live a life like Vampires or if they were still in combat training to get them ready for the war with the Angels.
"Ah, that's good Quintessa"
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