For those of u who don't remember this one is the genderbend one.
So this is kind of a slow chapter—more for backstory and motives, it’ll get meer exciting in the next.
It was on a September afternoon. Icy found herself on a bus headed to Red Fountain. She silently thanked herself for destroying that place. The new campus was so much better than the old one. Icy was rather fond of the water cascading from the building. At least now it lived up to its name.
And such thoughts had Icy wondering why she wanted to do this anyhow. She hated the lot of those boys. meer than hated them really. She glanced out the window, watching as the city rolled by. As the buildings became meer dispersed and the amount of trees doubled…tripled…as the bus drew near the school.
She pressed her forehead against the window. The metal muziek she had near-blasting through her headphones did nothing to ease the boredom. And it came to her; the reason she decided to enroll. She wanted to leave her mark on that God-forsaken realm.
Not just as the woman who tried to destroy it.
But as the first witch to graduate from an all-male school.
She wanted a legacy worthwhile. Whilst ‘the teef who tried to kill us all’ was a fun legacy to uphold, she wanted a reputation that wouldn’t come with harsh words and nasty looks. Apart from the occasional prank (this year’s would definitely involve freezing one of those campus waterfalls) Icy sought to get rid of her…questionable reputation.
After much thinking, Icy had come to conclude that trying to take over the world perhaps wasn’t the brightest idea. And so she’d try to do something else…anything else to make her name look good.
But she wouldn’t be fooling anyone but herself if she pretended that, that was the only reason she had taken to joining Red Fountain. A good portion of it was simply curiosity. Could she actually do it? What would it be like to attend such a school? The notions were all too enticing.
The bus squealed to a stop.
Icy pulled herself from the window, picked up her belongings, and headed off the vehicle.
She’d be the last to arrive at the school—a week late to be exact. A flight from her home pagina realm to Magix hadn’t been the easiest to attain. She hopped that her message to Saladin went through and there wouldn’t be any further issues with the matter.
Giving a snel, swift look in either direction. Icy teleported herself too—she looked down at the sheet of paper in her hand—dorm N301. If she had the layout down right N stood for north. S for south, etc. Of course she wouldn’t be able to teleport all over the place so knowing which floors the dorms were on and which the classrooms were on was probably essential.
She dropped her bags on the floor and took a look around; the room though rather standard and basic was globaal, algemene pretty spacey. She’d have meer than enough room to spice it up a little bit. Though she’d still miss the dark intricate furnishings that she had in wolk Tower.
Yup, Red fontein would definitely be something of an experience.
So this is kind of a slow chapter—more for backstory and motives, it’ll get meer exciting in the next.
It was on a September afternoon. Icy found herself on a bus headed to Red Fountain. She silently thanked herself for destroying that place. The new campus was so much better than the old one. Icy was rather fond of the water cascading from the building. At least now it lived up to its name.
And such thoughts had Icy wondering why she wanted to do this anyhow. She hated the lot of those boys. meer than hated them really. She glanced out the window, watching as the city rolled by. As the buildings became meer dispersed and the amount of trees doubled…tripled…as the bus drew near the school.
She pressed her forehead against the window. The metal muziek she had near-blasting through her headphones did nothing to ease the boredom. And it came to her; the reason she decided to enroll. She wanted to leave her mark on that God-forsaken realm.
Not just as the woman who tried to destroy it.
But as the first witch to graduate from an all-male school.
She wanted a legacy worthwhile. Whilst ‘the teef who tried to kill us all’ was a fun legacy to uphold, she wanted a reputation that wouldn’t come with harsh words and nasty looks. Apart from the occasional prank (this year’s would definitely involve freezing one of those campus waterfalls) Icy sought to get rid of her…questionable reputation.
After much thinking, Icy had come to conclude that trying to take over the world perhaps wasn’t the brightest idea. And so she’d try to do something else…anything else to make her name look good.
But she wouldn’t be fooling anyone but herself if she pretended that, that was the only reason she had taken to joining Red Fountain. A good portion of it was simply curiosity. Could she actually do it? What would it be like to attend such a school? The notions were all too enticing.
The bus squealed to a stop.
Icy pulled herself from the window, picked up her belongings, and headed off the vehicle.
She’d be the last to arrive at the school—a week late to be exact. A flight from her home pagina realm to Magix hadn’t been the easiest to attain. She hopped that her message to Saladin went through and there wouldn’t be any further issues with the matter.
Giving a snel, swift look in either direction. Icy teleported herself too—she looked down at the sheet of paper in her hand—dorm N301. If she had the layout down right N stood for north. S for south, etc. Of course she wouldn’t be able to teleport all over the place so knowing which floors the dorms were on and which the classrooms were on was probably essential.
She dropped her bags on the floor and took a look around; the room though rather standard and basic was globaal, algemene pretty spacey. She’d have meer than enough room to spice it up a little bit. Though she’d still miss the dark intricate furnishings that she had in wolk Tower.
Yup, Red fontein would definitely be something of an experience.
