The next day the students were to join their respective classes, Cristal walked to the class located at the end of the building,it had 1 F writen in broad on the door.
Cristal was surprised to see more than twenty kids were already present, what surprised her more were the looks they were giving her ,she even checked behind her, 'are they smiling at me,' she wondered confused. Since she was young the looks of hatred as if she was an abomination, 'who am I kidding, I am one ,' she had thought.
"Am Luke," a boy sitted next to her announced.
"Cristal," she replied, finding the whole conversation weird, before she could take in the moment, she was surrounded by all of them , each introducing themselves.
"Settle down,"a voice interrupted the engaging kids.
The teacher started with the introduction, then the school schedule. "You might be in the lowest class room but you are not limited," he offered an encouragement.
The students followed a strict schedule: theory lessons in the morning, combat training in the afternoon, and kindred training in the evening. Breaks were scheduled between each session.
Cristal joined her class for lunch. Class 1F sat at the far end of the hall, deliberately isolated by the others including Class 1E, who were considered slightly superior.
Meanwhile, in Class 1S, Silver took her place at the front. The class was made up of about thirty students, all nobles. During introductions, Cristal learned that Adam,the misinformed student she'd heard about,was actually the son of an alpha.
When afternoon training began, each class headed to its designated hall. Class 1F's training hall was sparse, with limited equipment that had to be shared among all students. In stark contrast, Class 1S trained in a hall filled with new, advanced gear—every student had their own station, with only a few left unused.
By evening, Cristal found herself standing hesitantly at the door of the Nightfed training hall. Having grown up in the Moonborn territory, she was eager for new experiences, but fear and uncertainty kept her rooted in place for over five minutes.
"Cristal, come on! We're late," a sweet voice from behind snapped her back to reality.
She nodded and followed Silver inside—an action she immediately regretted.
"Is that her?"
"Is she a werewolf or a vampire?"
"She hasn't shown any signs of power yet; no one knows what she is."
"Maybe she's human. Not one of us."
The whispers among the vampires were loud enough for Cristal to hear. Silver glanced back, then stretched out her hand.
"Come on, I'll be your partner. I'll teach you everything you need to know about vampires," Silver said loudly, ensuring everyone heard. The message was clear: she would protect Cristal, and no one was to challenge her.
The lesson begun with explanation of their powers , they started with hearing, " a vampire hearing is superior to the other kindred, can some tell us why,"the teacher asked
"Because we are superior being to the rest," A student answered with pride.which made other kids nod.
"No, not really, if we are taking about superiority in general, a vampire would loose to a werewolf in terms of strength," the teacher explained." Anyone else,"he asked
"Because we can focus and choose which conversation to listen to while turning off the rest," silver answered and the teacher nodded.
"We can hear a conversation that is far away , as if they were next to us, this helps us with gathering information, identifying danger, and much more," the teacher continued with the lesson.he explained all the pros and cons of their hearing sense.
"It's also important to note that sometimes your hearing sense might not be reliable," the teacher began, focusing on the drawbacks.
"How so?" a student asked quickly.
"Our hearing can be easily blocked by a Willbender who casts a silent spell. So relying solely on hearing can be useless," he explained.
Cristal was thrilled, her mind racing. How far can one actually hear? she wondered, drifting into her own world as the lesson wrapped up.
Meanwhile, Malik had just finished school. He had learned about the twenty-six alphabets but was disappointed to remember only a few letters.
"Mom, why can't I remember them all?" he asked.
"It takes time, son," Maya said kindly. "You know, it took me a month just to remember the first letter."
"Mom, I'm smarter than you! I can remember the first three letters, plus F and the last one," Malik said proudly, a big smile spreading across his face.
"I know! By the way, son, any improvement with the watch displays?" Maya asked.
"Nope, still the same," he replied.
They chatted happily all the way home, Malik boasting about the new friend he had made.
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At Veilstone Academy, Cristal sat at her desk for morning theory class. Today's topic was Kindred history.
"There are many kindred all over the world," the teacher began. "Here, we share this island with three kindred. Some kindred control entire islands—or what they call continents."
"Some of you have heard of humans—they control some continents. There are elves who have one continent to themselves," he continued. "Fairies are myths to most. Rumors say they live in already occupied lands, separated by magical barriers. Then there are orcs, ogres, goblins, and many more."
"Long ago, it is said the world was one, and only one kindred existed. After many experiments and discoveries, new kindred were born. Some were friendly to the original kindred, others rebellious, trying to dominate them. These new kindred had powers beyond the originals, which led to wars, more experiments, and more creations."
"The original kindred united and decided to annihilate the new kindred by performing a powerful ritual. The ritual succeeded—but instead of destroying them, it shattered the earth into pieces, forcing the kindred to live on separate islands or continents."
"Who were the original kindred?" a student asked.
He was met with angry glares. Cristal herself looked at him with disdain.
"Couldn't you wait until the end of the lesson?" someone snapped.
The teacher opened his mouth to answer, but a signal marked the end of class.
"We'll continue tomorrow," he said as he left the room.
"Nooo!" the students exclaimed in unison, then turned their scorn back on the student who had asked the question. They were kids, and clearly, he was to blame,not the timing.