Mystik Realm: Celestinia Academy

Seven: Angry Roommate and stuff

“Come on Ally, this way,” Demi gestures to the girls' dorm I spotted earlier, she leads me across the grass, the wind giving me cold shivers.

I try to disguise my excitement, but I’m pretty sure I fail miserably. We enter the glass doors into the foyer, which is a large room full of white, on white, on white, then five white metal doors.

She drags me towards the far left white metal door. It has the numbers 1-4 on the left side and on the right, there are the words ‘Underground Levels’ in bold letters.

Demi pushes the three on the left and a yellow light flashes as the door opens. She pulls me into the empty compartment thingy. Each wall is a mirror that is reflecting us both, something looks different about me, what changed? I step forward examining my features.

I jump startled when a female computerised voice says, ‘ground level…. Level one…. Level two….’ pausing for a second before saying the next level.

Just as she starts to say level three; pain racks my body and I double over gasping, I fall to the floor, pain spikes through my back. My eyes blur as every single fibre of my body begins to burn like a red, hot, raging fire. Demina’s night blue eyes go wide as she stares at me writhing in pain on the floor, my wordless screams incapable of being spoken aloud through my pain.

My pain intensifies tenfold, my ears feel like they’re being stretched like elastic and seem to elongate further and my body grows taller, my legs longer and it feels similar to the way I thought it would be in Percy Jackson when Annabeth was tied to the bed by Crusty. My fingers also change and my hands become slimmer, the feel like they’re being pull. My shoulders ache but nothing else happens, I don’t sporadically sprout devil horns or anything like that. Well, I can’t tell if anything else happened, although my eyesight seems to have become sharper because somehow, I can see a tiny speck of dirt on the floor just next to Demi’s left boot.

Demi hasn’t moved, her stare is horrified, I doubt she could have helped, but, did she really have to just stare at me with terror?

I slowly stand up shaking to keep myself steady, Demina reachers for my hand to help me up and I graciously accept. I look down at Demina who is five foot seven inches but I now stand at a quite a few inches higher, above my original five foot nine inches, now I’m freakishly tall.

The door is open, there is a long corridor and again, white, on white, there are doors with silver numbers to indicate the room number. We step out of the elevator-like thing, I’m wobbling slightly trying to adjust to my new height.

“What happened? Why did I change?” I ask Demi as we head along the corridor looking for my room number; 267, we just reached number 224.

“When a fae or Faerie reaches sixteen years of age her faerie side starts to manifest itself in more… physical ways, as well as the fact that you might experience power surges like when you turned the fountain to Ice at the house,” Demina says.

“So I might experience another physical change? Like my wings?” I ask curiously.

“Well sort of, but you already have wings.”

“What?” I say turning my head to view my back. And… nothing, no wings sprouting from my shoulders, no anything.

“Huh? What do you mean?” I don’t understand, why?

“I mean you have already grown your wings you just need to learn how to make them appear, at the moment they’re in a different Realm- the Realm of Lost Things. Living things can’t access it, or well they can but no one has ever come back after they’ve gone into it,” she explains in detail, how many realms are there?

“Okay? How do I ‘summon’ them?” I query.

“When you truly need them they will appear. Some people jump off buildings to get them, some have enough willpower to be able to summon them without the prospect of death.”

Death, people go that far just to get their wings?

“Dramatic much?”

“Not really, some people try to put themselves in danger just to try and summon them, but people rarely take it too far,” I am not that desperate, I would rather never see my wings than die trying to see them.

“Oh, here’s your stop,” I didn’t even notice we’d reached the number 267 already.

Demi and I stand in front of the metal door for about ten seconds before I say, “How do I get in? I mean there’s no door handle.”

“Place the finger the principle scanned before right here,” she grabs my hand and presses it a small rectangular thing that's on the left-hand side of the door. A small red light starts to flash then I fill a mild prickling sensation on my index finger and after a few seconds it blinks green and the door slides open to reveal my new dorm.

The room is plain and simple- the walls a light grey and the carpet a dull black, there’s a large window at the back of the room has some white lace curtains. A large TV is in the middle of the room and it has a big couch that is basically the only colourful the in the room- it’s a pretty mauve colour.

There are three doors, one of which is a bathroom and then there are two other doors, each I assume are bedrooms, one mine and the other my dorm mates. I was half expecting to sleep in the same room as her, but I guess this isn’t a romance novel when they guy and the girl somehow ends up sharing a dorm together, at first hating each other before somehow learning to love the other, no. And anyway I’m straight, though I do have friends who aren’t, Cora is Gay and Demi is bisexual, but I don’t know Dale’s sexuality.

“Interesting, most dorms have one bedroom, I wonder what’s so special about your dorm mate, Demi says as we walk into the room.

There goes that theory if you can even call it that.

“Wait, so you share your bedroom with Cora?” I ask curiously.

“Yeah, we share the bedroom, though sometimes she locks me out for some reason,” interesting, okay.

“so, I have a random question, what was Celestinia’s last name?” I ask out of nowhere and without any context.

“Maiden or marriage surname?” She answers my question with her own.

“Both,” I say simply, something about Celestinia seems so familiar, I don’t know what though, everything else about this isn’t ringing any bells, just this for some reason.

“Enmoira was her maiden name, and she married Galan Orivyre so her surname ended up being Orivyre,” she answers.

“Enmoira sounds familiar, I don’t know why,” It just seems like I’ve heard the name before, it’s just out of my reach.

I walk forward and knock on a door, I hear no answer so I open it to reveal a shower-bath, sink, toilet and a cupboard, there’s one window and the rest of the room is mostly tiles. Except the ceiling and that's just white, there is also a bit of white wall on most sides that starts halfway up.

I open the next to reveal a slightly dishevelled bed with a few clothes strewn across the floor, a small desk and chair, a window and a wardrobe, the room is also white but the curtains are a royal red colour.

Closing the door I hear Demina open the other door except, it’s not Demina.

“Great, you must be my new roommate, you won’t be here for long so don’t get used to it,” a girl with a slight Irish accent states from right behind me.

I turn to view the new girl in the room; she has pale elven features, long dark hazel coloured hair cascades down her back. Her almost black eyes pierce me as she looks at me, daring me to contradict her statement. She is also holding a tiny wolf cub in her arms, it's silver-grey with blue eyes that stare at me warily. She is just a bit taller than Demina, why is everybody tall in this world? I mean Realm.

“Oh, hey, I'm Alya Goldain nice to meet you, soon-to-be ex-roommate,” I say politely trying to hold back my grin of amusement, she doesn’t scare me, maybe we can eventually be friends, I like her, she has sass.

“My name is TJ and this is Slayer,” she says gesturing with her head at the wolf cub. “And that's all you need to know, I'm glad you understand where you belong,” she says as she pushes past me into her room slamming the door, she speaks like we’re all lower beings like she’s more important, that part I do not like.

“She needs a huge attitude fix and a manicure, did you see her nails? They were hideous.” Demina says seriously before laughing.

“What’s with the wolf?” I ask because I am clueless as to why ‘my soon-to-be-ex-roommate’ would risk her life by cuddling a wild wolf cub, I mean what if the cub's mother misses its cub or the cub scratches her eyes out.

“Some students get a pet, some have magical powers, mines an Atlantic fox, I named her Cyra, she can control the temperature in a small space.”

“Awesome! Do you think I’ll get one?” I ask eagerly.

“Well yes, you will eventually, everyone gets one, sometimes they only appear to you after you’ve made some change, like a bully learned to repent, so if you don’t need any sort of change you’ll get one sooner rather than later,” she explains, “sometimes they appear to help you change too.”

“That’s cool, I wonder when I’ll get mine,” she just shrugs.

I walk into my new room which I apparently will soon be vacating and living somewhere else throughout the duration of the school year. It has plain white walls, plain white bed sheets, white curtains and a pale rose coloured carpet.

“I know how to brighten this dull place up a bit,” Demina says confidently walking forward to the curtains and writing the words ‘sky blue’ with her stylist as well as another rune. The curtain glows white then shifts to a pretty aqua blue colour.

“That’ll change colour according to what it’s like outside.”

“Nice,” I say nodding my head in approval.

My stuff is already in the wardrobe so Demina and I head out to have some dinner in the cafeteria with Dal and some other people I don’t know.