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The day trudges on until finally we reach History. My favorite class. Mr. Jrafon stands in front of the class, he looks nervous and keeps on glancing at his desk where his fingers drum quietly.
“There has been a slight change in our lesson today, class. I’d like for you all to put away your books and homework.” He said, he shoots a look towards the door, as if expecting someone to walk through any minute. Half the kids grumble and put their assignments away. A wad of paper rolls on to my desk. I glance behind me, Faye looks at me nodding towards the paper.
Written in Faye’s scrawly handwriting are three words – What’s his problem? I turn around and freeze when I see the Keeper standing in the door way. Her cold gray eyes sweep across the room lingering on me the longest. She always has a way of reminding me of the race of shadows. The room falls silent as she steps into the room, and the temperature drops to a chill that trembles my bones.
Her shoes thud against the floor, like thunder. Mr. Jrafon moves away from his desk as the Keeper steps behind him. Even the clock seems to be holding its breath, the usual steady ticking mute.
“Have you ever wondered why you were brought here? To a remote school, cut-off from the rest of the world?” Her questions are not meant to be answered. Her eyes land on Kayo, and I can’t help but glance his way. My eyes widen slightly when I see his eyes closed, taking deep breathes. The Keeper looks away and starts talking. And the back of my head starts to tingle.
“This school was built for one purpose. To stop a race of shadows, the Arlons.” She stops and lets that sink in. Could she be talking about the shadow race? I open my mouth, ready to ask her, but a sharp pain in the back of my head makes me stop. And everything gains a murky look, and its like I’m watching everything from underwater.
Something is wrong. I stand, but I can barely feel my legs. And through a dark haze, I realize that everyone is staring at me, mouths agape. I’m walking now, towards the Keeper, and something is talking, it hurts me, echoing through my head.
My body aches all over as I cross the room and stand in front of the Keeper. I make an unearthly sound and pick up the desk, with strength that I know isn’t mine.
Everything is in chaos as my classmates scream and shout, some of them rushing to do something, anything. The Keeper’s wrinkled mouth moves, forming words, a vial glistens in her hand. I’m talking too, but the voice isn’t mine, neither is the strength as I raise the desk above my head, ready to bring it down over her.
The sharp prick of a million little needles makes me lose focus, and my sudden strength wavers, causing the desk to fall, in the empty spot where the Keeper had been seconds ago. And then right before everything goes dark, I realize with a sickening wave of nausea that the voice had gotten in me.
Possessed, the part of me that’s still me whispers. And the world goes dark.