Warring Nobles

How long has it been? The walls tell it all. Once proud fountain had turned its crytal-like rain to a vast of swimming mosses. Legend of the purest nymph mischievously splashing the pond gossiped to be a hideous creature lurking underwater, preying for a raven. No, it's not a haunted palace we're talking about. It's the hidden side of Quinhills Conservatoire. As silent as the wall, the chamber was filled with deafening silence even breathe cannot be heard. Despite the number of heads present, no mouth dares to spit words even words of wind. Perhaps, you are trying to envision a picturesque hall of terror. Well, that is a quarter of the truth. The women in this chamber are harmonious and bloodless. Disciplined and civilized by the high-maiden of the State. All souls, not only in this chamber but within conservatoire's walls are as well-bred and as dignified as the high-maiden herself. No men are allowed to set foot beyond bar gates. In this particular community, men are regarded as evil but less. When the chime yells its signal for the last class, hurried footsteps stream down the hallway like a melody. No single step ruins the harmonic sounds, echoing every corner of the hall. Descending the twin Victorian staircases, everyone stands on a halt as they greet the Mistress down the grand hall in unison. "Greetings, Mistress!" and they bowed their heads elegantly, just like how a lady supposed to be. Mistress Czarina stood there like a dignified statue. Her back as straight as the proud columns of the hall. Her greyish hair as sleek as the cat's fur. Wrapped in draping dark wool, she gives a nod to her dear students. "Anna Wales", she said in a loud voice. Loud but soft, never sounds like a shout. Everyone turns their head on the girl with the most lustrous blonde wavy hair ever seen, standing on the upper right side of the stairs. Her hair smoothly cascading over the slender shoulders, perfectly embracing her round face. No eyes as enchanting as her light ash eyes seem to forever float in cold water. She slightly bowed her head towards the mistress. "Abby Collins." The second name called by the mistress is the girl on the stair opposite Anna Wales. She got raven locks that hug her dimpled cheeks complementing her ocean eyes. She looks like one of those heaven-sent creatures on earth.