Ep6:The special one
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Bella
I watch her eat with curious fascination. There’s something certain about her—something settled and powerful in the way she moves, like the universe has whispered secrets into her ears that I’ll never hear. I try to ignore the feeling, but it grows stronger with every bite she takes.
Nneoma finally looks up, her brows knit in mild annoyance.
> “Bella, why are you staring at me like that? You’ve been doing it for minutes. What’s going on?”
> “Nothing, dear. Just eat.”
> “I can’t eat if you’re watching me like I’m about to sprout wings.”
> “I just like the way you eat,” I offer with a sly smile.
She gives me a look. “You’re so weird.”
> “Weird or not, you’re beautiful. Someone could get addicted to looking at you.”
She raises a skeptical eyebrow but goes back to her food.
> “You didn’t even react to my sweet compliments.”
> “If you have something to say, say it. Don’t perform a monologue for me.”
> “I never said I had anything to say.”
> “Then stop staring unless you want me to stop eating. And if you won’t speak your mind, keep your silence. I’m not here for games, Bella.”
She eats again, unbothered. I roll my eyes.
> “Okay, fine. Spill.”
She pauses and looks at me, unimpressed.
> “Spill the beans, girl,” I insist, inching closer, trying to get her full attention.
She sighs.
> “Well, for the record, I’m not Jack, and I’m definitely not a farmer. Sorry to disappoint you, girl.”
> “Come on, Nneoma. You know what I mean.”
> “Do I? Not unless you spell it out.”
> “What did they say?” I finally ask.
> “Who?”
> “The Kings.”
Her fork stills mid-air.
I swallow, suddenly nervous. “Nneoma...”
But before I can finish the sentence, I start coughing—violently. She leaps up, grabs a bottle of water, and hands it to me.
> “Jesus, Bella. Are you trying to choke yourself?”
> “No, you’re just... making me anxious,” I say between gulps.
She shrugs and sits back down, eyes sharper now.
> “So, what did they say? I saw them talking to you in front of the library.”
> “Oh, that. They said they wanted to be... friends.”
I frowns.
> “Friends? Why would they want to be friends with a first-year like you?”
> “I don’t know. Maybe they want to add me to their group.”
Really...
Why are you so happy...
> “That’s not just a group. That’s The Kings, Nneoma ! Do you even know what that means?”
> “They’re just people, Bella .”
> “No, they’re not. There’s a reason they’re called ‘The Kings.’ They rule this school—not officially, but everyone listens to them. They're untouchable.”
> “That’s exaggerated.”
> “It’s not. And do you know what’s more? They protect their own. Once you’re one of them, no one dares to touch you.”
I lean in, mischief glinting in her eyes.
> “So... how does he smell?”
> “Who?”
> “Lover boy. Emmanuel , obviously.”
> “Bella! I’m not a dog sniffing people. I wasn’t even near enough to notice anything. He just told me they wanted to be friends.”
> “Hmm.” I narrows my eyes. “You lie so naturally. I should start calling you ‘ Nneoma the Bold Liar.’”
> “You have no proof!” It's not like you can fortune-teller...
> “Why are you looking nervous then? Wait... don’t tell me—”
Suddenly, a familiar voice cuts in behind me.
> “Of course she can. Why do you think she’s always calling herself the ‘eyes and ears’ of this school?”
Nneoma.
I flinch as he steps into view, arms folded.
> “When did you get here?” Bella asks, surprised. “And how long were you standing there?”
> “Long enough to hear your... interesting theories.”
Bella’s eyes narrow.
> “Hold up. I still don’t get it. Bella, you can see the future?”
> “No,” he says , shaking his head. “Not exactly. Not fully. Not yet.”
> “Then what are you?”
> “A Seer. We don’t just see the future—we glimpse moments. What was. What is. What may be.”
> “And him?” I nods at Vincent.
> “He controls minds,” Bella, said . “He can read them, shift them, silence them... anything.”
> “So this school is for witches?”
Vincent chuckles.
> “No. This is a normal school. For humans. But people like us—special ones—we have our own systems. Our own rules. Some of us go into the human world, try to blend in. But we never reveal who we are.”
> “Then why are you telling me this?” I whispers. “What if I report you?”
> “Because we trust you,” they said softly. “And because... you’re one of us.”
I confused stills.
> “One of you?”
Vincent nods.
> “You don’t smell like a human. You don’t feel like one. It’s been obvious from day one.”
Bella’s lips part, but no words come out.
> “I’ve always wondered what your power is,” she says eventually.
> “My power?”
> “Yes!” Vincent and Bella say at once.
I glance between them—and then the room changes.
For a moment, the air ripples around us, and I see the past. A hallway. Footsteps. Screaming. Then gone.
I blink.
> “That,” I say. “That’s my power. Sight.”
Bella sinks back slowly, her voice quiet.
> “So... who exactly are The Kings?”
I asked still feeling confused.
---
Vincent
> “You want to know who The Kings are?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. “Fine. Let me take you to the beginning.”
I lean against the edge of the table.
> “The Kings weren’t always called that. A long time ago—maybe two decades—there were four students who showed up at this school. Each from a different clan. Each with a different gift.”
Bella’s eyes widen. Nneoma listens closely.
> “Damon—the first King—had command over shadow and silence. He could vanish into nothing and move through walls. His bloodline traces back to the Silent Order, an ancient family of assassins.”
> “Then there was Isaac. He could manipulate nature. Earth, trees, wind—you name it. A direct descendant of the Earthbound Circle.”
> “Liam—he was the mind behind the throne. His intellect was unmatched. Rumors say he could calculate outcomes before they happened. He was a gifted tactician and a telepath.”
> “And finally... there was Elias. Fire incarnate. Anger, chaos, and raw destruction. But beneath all that fury was loyalty. Fierce, absolute loyalty.”
> “Together, they formed a group—a balance of powers. And somehow, their unity made them stronger. The school noticed. Everyone noticed. Eventually, people started calling them The Kings. Not because they ruled—but because no one dared to challenge them.”
Bella leans forward.
> “But those guys aren’t here anymore... right?”
> “No. They graduated. Moved on. Some disappeared. Some lead secret branches of our kind. But their legacy stayed. Every generation since then has tried to recreate it—four individuals, different strengths, bonded by trust.”
> “And this year?” she whispers.
I nod.
> “James. Desmond . Emmanuel . Then came me .”
> “You’re The Kings?” she breathes.
But you are a fist year student..
> “Yes. Not because we asked for it—but because we are it. We inherited the mantle. And now we must protect it.”
> “So what’s their deal?” she asks. “Why are they suddenly interested in Nneoma?”
> “Because she’s more than she knows. And maybe... she’s the missing Queen.”
---
Nneoma
I stiffen.
> “Wait, what?”
> “You heard me,” Vincent says. “The Kings have never had a Queen. But sometimes... balance requires more than power. It requires intuition. Insight. Someone who can see beyond.”
I shake my head.
> “No. I just got here. I don’t even know what I am.” I am a human and has always been for the past 16 years of my life...
> “That’s the point,” he says. “You don’t remember your origins. But they’re there. Buried deep.”
> “This is insane,” I mutter. “You think I’m supposed to lead with you guys?”
> “Not lead. Balance.”
I glance at Bella. Her eyes shimmer, caught between fear and awe.
> “You believe this?”
> “I don’t know,” she whispers. “But something inside me... says yes.”
---
Vincent
> “Things are shifting,” I say. “Danger i
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