Avalium University

Chapter II Continued

For the rest of the week, Circe stayed holed up in his closet with nothing but his cold imagination and the scurrying spiders to keep him company.

On one stuffy Wednesday, as he snuck out to go to the bathroom he heard a weird screaming noise upstairs and the rocking of a bed. It sounded like Cassandra. He wanted to go upstairs the better to hear it, but Mrs. Brixon had been watching him closely and it scared him off. But as he rested on his dusty blanket, crushing a fleeing spider with his head, a slimy thought crept into Circe's mind about what had gone on in that bedroom.

Two days later on a Friday, Cassandra appeared at the closet. She looked rather bare with her bra and dress robes on. Her dark gothic eyeliner appeared to have smeared against her pale contour. What had she been crying on about?

A special animosity glinted inside of Circe, one reserved just for Cassandra. She had always been the best treated in the house.

"What do you want?" Circe asked. He couldn't keep his eyes off her breast and there was a strange lump that danced in between his legs.

"Mason might be coming home today. I don't want you to pick up the door."

Mason Weatherby was Cassandra's boyfriend, one in a myriad list of other drones that she's dated. She also invited some friends over from time to time, but those were often rare. Circe grumbled. These ersatz connections didn't mean anything to him.

"Why should I care?"

"Because you're the closest to the door, dumbass." Cassandra pursed her milky white lips. "So you're actually gonna be going to that demon school, huh…Mr. Brixon told me about it."

A vague interest danced in her smoky eyes. From a distance she was looking more and more like a haunted porcelain doll. Circe shrugged nonchalantly. "Ok."

"Why?" she poked on. "You don't even know these people or that Elven man."

"Because you're my number one fan Cassandra," and he shut the door in her face.

Fuming, Circe thought about running again. Making a quick escape. No one would have to know…except for Elven and the whole gang of cops that had swarmed him earlier. Would they arrest him for real if they found him floundering the streets again? And what about Elven, if he found him, he wasn't sure what he'd do.

The door did indeed knock that evening but Circe almost didn't open it. It probably had to do with the fact that being a slave for Cassandra didn't feel so good. But Circe was incredibly bored and he hadn't eaten anything besides the thin block of cheese and slice of bread that was thrown at him the night before. So out of a vague curiosity, he went to open the door.

Circe cried out loud and fell on his butt.

Standing before him was a short gangly one-eyed goblin with wide batlike ears and a crimson red cap. He had prickly green skin and some warts popped out in strange places on his face. The little creature grinned devilishly. He had been carrying a large flappy package in his hand and behind him was a black van with a purple eye imprinted on the side.

"Who is it? What's going on?" barked Mr. Brixon's brutish voice.

"Nothing!" Circe shouted. "I was using the bathroom and I slipped. I think I'm bleeding."

A satisfying silence crossed the vale. Circe slowly shut the door.

"Greetings! I'm Golluck Redcap, former mail goblin of Avalium University. Am I speaking to Circe Chimer, 5540 Gibbons Street, Avalium, Massachusetts, USA?"

"Yeah?" Circe was wondering how best to poke the goblin's eye. It didn't seem to want to blink.

"A package from the university, for you. Enthralling, isn't it, sending packages?" The wheezy goblin handed Circe the package, squeaked excitedly, and then scampered off into his black van. Astonished, Circe watched the van engine away and disappear into the thin air by black smoke.

Circle walked back inside the house and crammed himself into the closet with the flabby package in his hands. There was an icon of a large silver A on it and in between the letter was the familiar gleaming purple eye. Was this truly the symbol the school used? How did it not frighten the students away?

Circe tore the package open. The first thing that met his eyes was the small spiral-bound notebook with the tired symbol of the eye on it, but this time it read "Avalium University" engraved in purple ink with white outlining. Then he pulled out a black suit with a black and purple striped tie. The school uniform had a crest with the letters M, H, S, and M encircling an eye.

The last item that tumbled out was a shiny golden ring which happened to have fit perfectly on Circe's finger. He didn't feel anything when he put it on and thought perhaps he needed to be trained on how to use it. Circe picked up the school manual and quickly rifled through the pages. There were a bunch of strange school rules and images that he had never seen before. His eyes widened as it landed back on the first page.

Avalium University Handbook and School Manual

Welcome first years to a pearly new year of Avalium University. We are very excited to have you. It is within our opulent trust that we believe you have signed a contract with your recruiter and you are now receiving this package. Within it, you will find your school uniform, your channeling ring, and this thrifty handbook. We trust that you will keep it safe and not lose it before you board the campus. Now, let's get on with some of the basics that you need to know about Avalium University.

Length of your studies: If you plan on getting an associate degree, (aka a standard education) as a Shadower, the required duration would be six years, then afterward you can either choose to graduate or transfer to another college of your choice. If you plan on getting a bachelor's degree (aka an advanced education) at Avalium, we require you to stay for ten years, and if you plan on continuing your Shadowers education to get a master's degree (aka a master's education then the requirement is that you would study at Avalium for thirteen years. Students with advanced or master's degrees tend to get hired more by the Crime and Law department to fight off really dangerous monsters. Most students in Avalium choose to stay for thirteen years and your recruiter would most likely have opted you in for thirteen years unless otherwise stated.

Circe slapped his head. Why hadn't he mentioned to Elven how long he would be studying at Avalium? How could it have possibly gone over his head? Thirteen grueling years, would he even make it through the first?

Safety: It's no surprise that Avalium is not only notorious for its monstrous students but also for its dangerous lessons and activities. Which is why you had signed a contract with your recruiter discussing the terms and conditions of getting on board to Avalium. Even though we do have medical professionals on site, we can only go so far in the healing of your woeful lesions and injuries. Avalium is not responsible for any fatal injuries and deaths that occur on the campus, for more information refer to p.27 of your handbook, or call the number on the back at p.53. Please call your medical insurance if you end up getting severely injured, this is probably the best alternative.

The Avaluation: The Avaluation is how we sort our students into their RCS houses. By school board laws, we can't divulge the process, so it's best you show up on the first day to find out.

Class System: At Avalium University we have four different houses that we call RCS, which stands for Residential College System. Depending on which RCS House you're sorted in will determine your classes. The four are Monster, Hero, Sorcerer, and Mecha.

Monster: If you are sorted into Monster at the Avaluation, then that means you're able to transform into some type of monster at will. You will sleep and hang out in the Monster Center with your fellow classmates and the classes you will usually take are Monster Studies, Monster History, Monster Transformation, Hero Studies, and Tech Studies. Sorcerer Studies and Monster Languages (optional) won't be available to you until your second year. In your later years, you will work closely with the Avalium police department to solve crimes and fight monsters. If you are sorted in Monster you show boldness, keenness, mischief, curiosity, cleverness, ambition, and independence. Your colors are purple and black and you tend to get along best with Sorcerers.

Hero: If you are sorted into Hero at the Avaluation, then that means you have an inherent superpower that you're able to control with your body (superstrength, superspeed, superfreeze, acid spitting, telekinisis, teleportation, invisibility, great agility, etc.) Your powers are completely holistic, unlike the sorcerer's channeled powers. But sometimes the powers can be a hazy mixture of the sorcerer's, so you'll either end up in Hero or Sorcerer. If you are sorted into Hero you show leadership, nobility, brave of heart, charity, and virtue. You will sleep and hang out in the Hero Center. Your classes will usually be Hero Studies, Morality Studies, Psych Studies, Monster Studies, and Tech Studies. Sorcerer Studies and Garment Studies (optional) won't be available to you until your second year. In your later years, you guys will tackle on the most monster assignments and you will work closely with the president and the senators. Your colors are yellow and black and you tend to get along best with Mechas

Sorcerer: If you are sorted into Sorcerer at the Avaluation, that means we have deemed that you inherit magical blood. Most of the sorcerers here at Avalium University channel their powers best with their hands, and because of this, your ring is the most important asset to you than it is to the other three RCS houses. It best helps channel your powers more than the other RCS categories, so it's best not to lose them. Your powers can range from anything just as long as they're conjured by a spell or a sispell. You'll usually sleep and hang out in the Sorcerer Center. Your classes will be Magical Studies, Magical History, Sorcerers Litterature, Monster Studies, and Hero Studies. Tech Studies and Creation Studies (optional) won't be available to you until your second year. In your later years, you will work alongside the monsters and the police department to solve crimes and fight monsters. Your traits are skillfulness, ambition, sacrifice, mischief, wickedness, and cleverness. You have the most extensive and rigorous classes out of the four RCS houses and your exams tend to be more complex. Your colors are red and black and you tend to get along best with Monsters.

Mecha: If you're sorted into Mecha at the Avaluation then that means you have the ability to control technology or turn into any kind of android or robot at will. Most mechas also tend to know how to heal and usually work closest with medical professionals in hospitals. You'll usually sleep and hang out in the Tech Center and your classes will usually be Tech Studies, Tech Medicine, Tech Tools, Hero Studies, and Monster Studies. Sorcerer Studies and Android Studies (optional) won't be available until your second year. In your later years you'll most likely be working in hospitals and healing monster, sorcerer, and hero Shadowers. If you're sorted into Mecha, your traits are intelligence, innovativeness, resourcefulness, quietness, perfectionist, nurturing, kind, and empathetic. Your colors are blue and black and you tend to get along with Heroes.

Certifications: At Avalium, we offer an associate's, bachelor's, and master's degree (as mentioned above). If you successfully graduate a full year at Avalium, you get awarded an Alma Mater badge. When it comes to grading exams we grade by c*m laude, magna c*m laude, and summa c*m laude.

Alma Mater: This is a badge that's awarded to you at the end of your first completed year at Avalium University. This badge lets people know you attend Avalium University and grants you certain perks such as free food for life, immunity from getting arrested, access to any products from stores, restaurants, factories, and easy accessibility to judicial courts and prisons, and the authority to work with cops and fight monsters.

Cum Laude: This seal is a basic passing grade that we award you on your tests, midterm exams, and final exams.

Magna c*m Laude: This seal is an advanced passing grade that we award you on your tests, midterm, and final exams. This seal shows you have an above average knowledge on the topic you were taught.

Summa c*m Laude: This seal is a perfect or above perfect passing grade that we award you on tests, midterms, and final exams. This seal shows exemplary and exceptional status on your test scores and the content you were taught.

Detentions/Tardiness: If you are late to class, caught in a fight, or reprimanded by a professor you will be sent to the dungeons for detention. Your corrections will be monitored by Dragos, our dungeon keeper. It's best not to get him too angry.

Avalium Faculty: We hire many professors and housekeepers as part of our staff. You will find that many of our housekeepers and cooks are goblins and many of our professors are highly trained magical beings (typically elves or sorcerers). For each of your house, you will receive a senior member and a head member.

Senior Member: The senior member is typically an older student who is in charge of your RCS house when the head member is absent or busy. You will get to meet your house's senior member when you arrive at the campus.

Head Member: The head member is an adult or professor who is in charge of running your RCS house. You will meet him/her when you arrive at the campus.

Associate Dean: Our associate dean is Professor Sempra Warwick, who is the Sorcerer's head member and also teaches Magical Studies.

Dean: The dean of Avalium University is currently Professor Oswald Zenithclad.

Buildings/Institutions: We have multiple buildings on site and they all serve different purposes. They are the Grand Pavillion, Darkplenty Dining Hall, Gobshollow Hall, Avalium Health, Avalium Services Center, Monster Center, Hero Center, Sorcerer Center, and Tech Center. Refer to pg. 18 for more information about these locations.

Contact: If you wish to speak to us, we are the Avalium University Fates, and we work in Human Resources at the Avalium Service Center. Our number is +1 666-666-6666. Refer to pg. 39 for more information.

Flip to the next page to read about Avalium University's founding.

Circe felt as if he had read enough. Perhaps he would read some more some other time or when he got to the school. He laid down on his dirt moth-bitten mattress and sighed. It all sounded very promising, and yet he was still anxious. The only trouble was, he didn't understand what he was so anxious about. The Monster bus would be coming to pick him up two days from now, but he didn't really feel like he belonged at a university.

Circe grunted in his hunger. Mason never even bothered to show up that day.

The next day found Circe incredibly hungry. His stomach had been growling nonstop. When the sudden blackness of night fell on Gibbons Street, Circe went to the living room to find that the Brixons were sitting at a large mahogany table enjoying a massive convivial feast of turkey, chicken legs, roast beef, crispy seasoned shrimp, and some nice chunky broth. Circe stomach nearly pulled him forward and insisted he eat, but he held back. He knew why the Brixons were doing this. They knew tomorrow night he was going to be leaving and they wanted to make his night as miserable as possible.

"Oh hello Circe, we're just enjoying a quiet dinner. Would you like some?" Mr. Brixon feignedly asked, gleefully tearing off a chicken leg.

"Haven't eaten all day, have you?" Cassandra asked. The twins and the fat boy laughed, relishing at the moment.

"Well we can't starve him, can we Vyron?" Mrs. Brixon purred.

"That's right."

Mrs. Brixon threw a small plate with a block of cheese and soggy bread at Circe's feet. "Here, you filthy mutt! Now get out of our sight!" Mrs. Brixon hissed. Circe ran back to his closet, blubbering heavy tears.

The next day swam by pretty quickly, and Circe found himself having to endure a lot of blocks of cheese and moldy bread. He stayed in his tiny closet the whole day playing with his imaginary thoughts and before Circe knew it, it was the night of the fifteenth and he had donned his uniform. He wore his school ring, took the handbook and exited the Brixon's door for the last time. The Brixons hadn't sought to see him and Circe honestly preferred it this way. They hadn't tried to stop him from leaving because they feared Elven would come and destroy them.

Circe stood in the cold night air, eagerly awaiting for some strange vehicle to arrive. It was times like that he wished he had a watch with him. And he didn't feel like ambling all the way back to the Brixons just to check for the time. After thirty minutes had elapsed, Circe stood deflated in the middle of an empty lot of cars freezing and feeling duped. Why had he actually believed that some fantastical bus was going to whisk him away to an imaginary school? He'd have to trudge back to the Brixons amid seas of laughter.

Circe turned around and slowly walked back.

"Grawwr!" An unfamiliar guttural sound scraped the air.

Circe whipped around and saw a large scaly purple decker bus with leathery batlike wings soar down to Circe's feet and land heavily on the road, slightly bumping one of the silver parked cars.

The purple scales on the bus were variegated and there appeared to be some small spikey teeth sticking out all over the body of the monstrous vehicle. It had the stem of an eye attached to its roof like an antenna and large, dinosaur-like teeth protruding out in the front where the headlights should be. The batlike wings shuddered and rested and the antennae eye rounded on Circe.

"Step on board the monster bus, commute for the nearest student to Avalium University," the scaly monstrous vehicle growled.

The doors magically swung open and as soon as Circe stepped into it the first thing he met was a bunch of faces staring at him. They were all kids, about the same age as him sitting on bloody red chairs that faced each other. The ones who had their backs to Circe craned to have a look. They couldn't believe their eyes. Some of the kids instantly began to whisper to themselves and point at Circe as if he was some kind of slug.

"Get out!" a boy from the front called out. "Who do you think you are?"

"Eew, why did they bring him?" A young girl muttered out loud to her friends. They all squeaked with laughter.

"You're a monster!"

"You don't deserve to live!"

"Whose idea was it to bring this creature?" A handful of kids in the back jittered with laughter. One kid with a unibrow had thrown a knife at Circe, but Circe had managed to dodge it.

There were about three chandeliers that hung on the roof, so it was very easy to see the clear faces that were mocking him. Circe found a seat in the middle with two kids sitting on it. One of them he knew, by face alone, and the other not so much. He was surprised to see that it was the girl with a long chin.

"D'you mind if I sit here?" He asked. His voice was very dry and hoarse.

"Sure," said the girl with the long chin. Her dirty freckles gleamed against the chandelier light and her brunette hair fell in waves. The boy who was sitting across from her was somewhat reluctant and he looked like he was about to get up. He had fiery red hair and wore large square glasses.

"Calm down Phineas, this was the boy who saved me. He's alright," said the freckled girl.

"Right," said Phineas pausing and then sitting back down. He appeared somewhat alleviated by the freckled girl's words. He stared at Circe apologetically. "Sorry."

"I'm used to it," Circe exclaimed. He was glad that they were nice. Even though everyone in the bus hated him, it was refreshing to see some calm kind faces.

The bus belted out a mighty growl, gulping the chilly night air. It stretched its humongous batlike wings and flew into the air. Pretty soon it was gliding into the billowing clouds.

"I'm Circe Chimer, but I'm sure you've already heard about me."

"I'm Avery," said the long chinned girl, grinning. "And that's Phineas. We were just talking about how we were going to be sorted for the Avaluation. Phineas thinks he'll be a Hero."

"I am going to be Hero. It sounds like a really friendly house."

"What's your power?" Circe asked, intrigued.

"Well that's the surprise, isn't it?" Phineas said smugly, as he tried to properly fit his glasses in.

"I think I can already guess," Avery said hotly. "It's telekinesis, isn't it? Or telepathy. You look like the type."

"It surely isn't, but thanks for trying." Phineas looked a tad bit downcast afterward.

Avery leaned in close to Circe. "Why did you save me out there? You didn't have to you know. You could've just kept on walking."

"I don't know, it just felt like the right thing to do, I guess," Circe whispered. He hadn't really thought about it since he had last seen Elven. Avery smiled nervously and looked out the window.

The monster bus flew all over Massachusetts. From Salem to Plymouth, to Framingham, then to Quincy, Cambridge, Lowell, and then to Boston. A black kid with dreads had quietly joined their seats after the final wave of kids had entered. He introduced himself as Zebulon.

Two girls had passed by them. One was an Asian girl with a black mole under her eyes and the other was a girl with a thin cheeky smile and a big forehead.

"So do all the first years drive in a bus?"

"I think so," said Phineas. "My dad says that there are different types of monster buses though and that it's not really common to drive them unless you're going out in a city."

"So what do the older students use for transportation?" Circe asked.

"Carriages." Avery and Phineas said at once.

"Did you not read the student handbook?"

"Well…yeah, just not all of it." Circe however was beginning to regret not having done so.

"How are the buses made then? I know it's not in a car factory," Circe said. Zebulon wheezed.

"I don't know," Phineas said. "According to my dad, he says the Mechas created them in collaboration with the Sorcerers. Others believe they are hatched into an egg."

"That last part's weird," said Avery.

"I know."

After what felt like an hour since their arrival in Boston, the monster bus arrived at a tall, sprawling gothic-like city. The imposing midnight skyscrapers nearly touched the black heavens, the fancy luxury cars beeped impatiently on the streets and Circe saw a lot of nicely dressed people. As if they just came back from an expensive meeting.

"We must be in the heart of Avalium," Circe muttered.

"Yup," said Avery.

He had never been to this side of the city before but he had a feeling that the campus must be very close by.

"Look!" Zebulon pointed at the silvery window.

Tall black banners with the strange icon of an A swallowing a purple eye began to stretch out into the light. A bunch of tall, Victorian, and Greek-like buildings began to twinkle into view by the orange lamposts. Some of them even resembled medieval churches.

The bus continued along the winding night road until it stopped at a paved green field. A tall black banner stood in front of the bus. It haughtily read Avalium University in big bold purple letters outlined in white. In the middle of the field, there stood a spinning golden sphere. Behind it postured a large bricked building with Greek columns. The building had a white bell tower erected on the top and many glimmering windows.

"It's the Grand Pavillion," Circe heard Phineas murmur nervously. "I think we'll be taking the Avaluation in there."

The first year students poured out of the bus. After the last kid stepped off, the monster bus growled and flew away. Out of nowhere a dark purple smoke crackled in front of them and a short lanky goblin with two red eyes and multiple sprayed pimples on his face was standing hungrily on the field. He carved the same roguish grin as Golluck, but he stood a bit more crouched.

"Hello dear students," he said in a deep chainsaw voice. "My name is Ulrik Redcap and I will be your tour guide for the night. Perhaps you've already met my cousin Golluck. Welcome to Avalium University."