Paupered Omega At An All-Alpha Academy

Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4

EMERYS'S POV

I survived the night; who would’ve thought. I certainly didn’t expect to, with all the events unfolding through my first day here.

I was chased down by students, still had zero clue about whatever it was I walked into in that room with growls and gore, and I got to know the trio I had a brief chat with were actually the academy’s royals.

Blaze Thornton, son of the Alpha King and heir to the sovereign throne. Calen Tepes, direct descendant of the night King himself, Dracula. And finally, Lior Badr, the seasoned wizard.

They were beings with powers I wouldn’t dream of, and Amelia did her very persistent best to warn me about steering clear of those three. Yet, I already got their attention, and they might actually be onto me.

Amelia ran me through the details and helped with everything I could do to make sure I remain blended with the shadows. I haven’t seen Cara, and I wonder where she would be instead of right here and right now.

Aspirants were informed several minutes ago to gather outside the training field in our training gear. I added a nose mask and a hoodie to my appearance. A long look at me might expose me due to my strands.

A huge man in uniform came into sight and stood at the very centre of the field.

“Morning to you all,” he began loudly. “I’m Gamma Kessler and will be your colonel for today’s session.”

“Before we proceed any further. Could any of you explain to me what it means to own a battlefield?” He asked and began looking through the multiple gazes fixed on him.

Owning a battlefield, to my knowledge, is the skill to dominate a combat or to adapt efficiently in a duel.

That’s my answer, but I’d rather keep mute than push myself under visible scrutiny.

No one is saying anything or even trying to answer the man. It’s not possible that none of them know the answer; perhaps they’re just as reserved as I am towards the crowd.

“Since none of you can tell me what that is, I’m guessing that’ll be our lesson to learn for today. You at the back in a mask, and you. I want both of you right here.”

I raised my head up at the man to see his gaze locked on me, index pointed to the space in front of him.

Did he point at me? I looked around to see whether someone else would answer him, but everyone kept to their stance.

“I’m talking to you, white head!” He called on me specifically, and I cussed at him inwardly.

Different shades of eyes came at me, and the bodies blocking my path to the centre split at once to make way for my approach.

I stumbled into motion, my fear concealed as always, and my indifference the only thing noticeable on my face.

I got to the centre at the same time the other person he called on joined us at the spot.

“I need one of you to own the battleground created between you,” he said, and walked a few feet away from us.

I looked at the girl I’m supposed to fight and caught her eyes feasting maliciously on me already.

“Omegas don’t deserve to be here; I’ll be sure to pack you out gently!”

Her palm fisted, and with the way she’s lunging it backwards, I knew there was a punch coming and quickly swerved out of her target before the hit could land.

I sent a kick directly to her leg to upset her balance, another to her stomach to attack her system, and delivered a third flying kick straight to her neck that sent her packed out cold on the floor.

‘In a fight with anyone, Emerys. Make sure your eyes are trained on your opponent’s bodily movements; that gives you the needed edge to react to whatever they launch at you.’

Another of my teacher’s tips that stuck.

“Bravo!” Gamma Kessler commended with a single clap as he walked back to the centre.

“Would you like to share with everyone how you were able to dominate the fight that quickly and easily?”

“I was able to read and predict her move.” My response fell out flat and dry, void of any shred of enthusiasm.

“Marco, you heard her. I want you to take that into account as you stand against her.” He walked away again.

Marco came up to the centre not long after, the first girl’s unconscious body already dragged away to the side by some students.

Marco didn’t look any like the first girl I took down. He’s huge in size and most definitely taller than me. However, he is a man, and I’ve been trained all my life.

I beckoned at him to attack as I took my fighting stance.

He scoffed and charged at me with a punch; I dodged swiftly, and he was already aiming at me again from the side. He’s blocking my chance to retaliate.

I managed to get away from the punch by ducking and sliding against his body before I jumped to the space behind him.

The moment a chance opened up for my attack, I stuck out my thumb and middle finger and shoved them deep between the layered flesh of his neck before jabbing on my grip.

“Argh!” He yelled out painfully as he struggled out of my grip and scurried far away from me.

“Excuse me, Colonel Kessler, but I must interrupt.”

I flicked my eyes off my opponent to see a young woman present; she had a file in her hand, and her glasses looked like they were about to fall off her nose.

“Emerys, you’ve been summoned by the Counsellor,” she muttered before matching my gaze, a faint look of disgust on her face.

Summoned by the head of school? What and why?

I left where I stood to follow the woman who marched ahead of me.

Part of me wanted to stop her and ask about why I’d been summoned, but the other part could tell where we’re headed and that I’d soon have the information. I’m settling on the latter.

I was ushered into the office when we arrived at the door.

I walked into a woman who leaned against her table, enraged, with her arms crossed.

“Go pack your bags, Emerys, you’re done here!” She spoke with her index finger, gesturing aggressively at the exit.