Emily
Our arrival at the gates of the School for Supernatural had been quite smooth. It was not a surprise as the bus driver had been a magical folk himself. He was a member of “The Elite”, a faction of warriors on whose shoulders the primary defense of this school and the Supernatural Dimension rested. While we alighted from the bus, there were many students who had been personally dropped by their parents. Some who belonged to the senior term came together.
"Look those are from the Solar Realm."
When Weare spoke I looked towards that direction. There were three boys. Amongst them one was particularly conspicuous due to long silver hair.
"The one with silver hair is the smartest. Don't ever cross him," said Weare's brother.
Weare's brother left us. Those who belonged to the senior y
