Hidden Truths

Chapter 3 (Kye)

As soon as Genevieve walks into my first-period class my heart stops. She truly is the most gorgeous mate I could have asked for. She has long curly fiery red hair and pale green eyes. She has a very pale complexion that if you didn’t know she was a mystic you’d worry about her. Mystics have very pale skin; some have skin so pale they’re almost translucent.

Genevieve hasn’t talked to anyone in four years and she must be having a hard time adjusting to this new school already, after all, it's a lot to take in, especially when she hasn't grown up around this stuff. I’m not sure how I’m going to break down her walls and get her to start talking again, but I’m going to try and do all that I can.

“Nice to have you join us,” I say to Genevieve as she walks in.

She looks over at me and gives me a small smile and a nod before taking an empty seat towards the back of the class.

“Class, today I’m going to let you guys have a free period, so you guys can go out to the training grounds and practice any special abilities that you have.” I can tell Genevieve looks confused at this. She doesn’t know how to do as I ask so while everyone else files out of the classroom she stays sitting looking down at her desk. Her forehead crinkled in concentration like her desk is the most important thing in the world right now.

I walk over towards Genevieve and crouch down in front of her.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, trying to see if she’ll talk to me. She doesn’t. “I know you don’t like talking, but how about writing stuff down for me? That way I can help you to start adjusting to life here at Whitmore Academy. I only want the best for you, Genevieve. Though I promise not to push you into anything. You’ll talk on your own time and I’m aware of that so I’ll be patient with you. Just note everyone here, especially me, will believe you.” I tell her trying to get my point across.

I’ve waited for 119 years to be with my mate and I wasn’t about to ruin things with her now. So if that requires patience I was going to be patient. I want her to trust me on her own time and rushing her would only hurt her further. I’ll wait for her to be ready no matter how long that takes.

Genevieve picks up a pen and paper and with a shaky hand, she starts to write something. When she’s done she hands it to me meekly.

Thank you, Mr. Garrett.

But what is this school? Why am I here? Does it have something to do with me being Clairvoyant? If so, do you think my brother Charles could come here? He’s Clairaudient and a year younger than me. You mentioned special abilities earlier. Would that entail Clairvoyance or is it something else entirely?

“Wow lots of questions, I honestly wasn’t expecting so many.” I honestly hadn’t known she had the gift of clairvoyance or her brother had the gift of clairaudience. Even after watching over her for the last fifteen years I never picked up on the fact that she could see me or the creatures of darkness. It’s no wonder she’s not as freaked out as I thought she would be. “Let’s start with your first question. This school is Whitmore Academy for the Mystical and Supernatural. It’s a haven for young adults aged seventeen through twenty-two where they can learn how to control and develop their abilities through rigorous training.” Genevieve nodded seemingly content with that answer so far.

“You, my dear, are here because you’re the long-lost princess of the Faerie Kingdom of Starlight meaning you’ll have immense power. Though currently, we can’t let anyone here know about that because that could put you in danger.”

“So, no Genevieve you being here has nothing to do with you being Clairvoyant, and unless your brother has anything to do with the mystical or supernatural world we can’t just let him attend school here, because though being clairvoyant or clairaudient is considered an amazing gift it does tend to occur in humans as well and we sadly aren’t allowed to let humans into this realm. I’m sorry Genevieve.” I finish answering Genevieve’s questions as best as I can. I see a tear escape her eye and I reach up to her face and gently wipe it away with my thumb. My hand lingers on her cheek just a bit too long. She leans into my hand slightly before I finally bring it back to my side.

Then the bell rings and I stand up. “Let me walk you to your next class.”

I walk Genevieve to her next class Ancient History.

“Mr. Garrett! So nice to see you again, it’s been entirely way too long!” Ugh, Miss. Evangeline, she’s been a teacher here since before I first started teaching. She’s a fae so she doesn’t age past the age of 24 much like myself and eventually Genevieve.

“Nice to see you again, Miss. Evangeline.” I say trying to sound respectful. She’s always liked me and though I entertained her for a while back when I first started teaching I never really liked her. She tried putting her hand on my arm and I pulled away from her.

“Anyways, I brought you a new student, Miss. Evangeline. Treat her with the utmost respect.” I say before getting one more look at Genevieve who was now sitting down at a desk in the back of the class with a blank expression on her face staring right at me. I turn and walk away. Before teleporting back to my classroom for my second Mystic Arts class of the day.