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*+.Forgotten Sky.+*

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{Imaginary fish}

“How many times do have to tell you? Ghosts aren’t real.”

Sighed Grace, even if gradually started to believe an altogether distinct story—one she was not going to admit to her blonde friend—this dreadful school was succeeding in making her believe the existence of living dead. She closed her eyes and heard Enzo attempt shakily to respond, but his words had been substituted by a screech rather than understandable words. His legs stopped circling the little pond, as if the grass had grown over his shoes and tied them to the damp, cold soil.

“A-ACK!! WHAT’S THAT?”

He cried in one fearful breath, Grace's face started acquiring on the hues of sheer perplexity. The boy with hair as if of gold thread indicates to something rectangular of shape laying just beneath the small body of water’s surface. The movement of the liquid mutilating the even edges, making them tremble in an irregular manner, a distorted, almost human like face peeking through the waters. It rested under the shadow of the old ebony wood bridge decorated with carved flowers painted shade of red, lightened by the never ending cycle of passing time, an ashy cat tiredly swaying its tail to the beat of the sky’s murmurs. Enzo clutches the song, playing nervously the buttons of his uniform between his fingers, to the deaf beat. He glanced at Grace, with eyes that only divulged a mimic of taintless horror to plaster itself on the boy’s face. To his despair, the friend he oh so much trusted, mirrored his facial expression — a sight seldom observed to such unimaginable extent —. Grace’s mouth opens a little, a short sigh escapes. Leaving room for much interpretation she throws her cardigan at the trembling blonde boy, the buttons hitting with a pok. Not asked if he wanted to be a clothes hanger, but not given another choice either, Enzo wrapped his fingers around it tightly, not daring to let it touch the ground. Grace advanced forward, kneeling before the pond, her gently entering the water, watching it part for a few seconds under the pressure of her fingers. Like vines her fingers attached to the picture frame, but for an unidentifiable reason the water refused to part ways with it, a dome of water forming over Grace’s hand.

“How dare you try and take my precious photo, human?!”

Cries out an high pitched voice, even if it was far from possessing any sort of force, the two first years’ fall to the ground. A wind of confusion and terror respectively nail the blue haired girl and blond boy to the soil. And I can happily announce Grace’s cardigan still hasn’t touched the grass and instead was kept up in the air by Enzo’s stiff arms. And there. Right before their very eyes, it skipped atop the greenish, still water. A being with petals of incarnadine roses scattered on its head, the water glueing them the blueish skin. Horns and a tail of lilac smoke raising to the cloudless sky. The light azure porcelain skin filled with long cracks.

“Vanish from before my eyes!”

threatened the being, though the intent would have certainly shone through better if it wouldn’t have had the height of a fork and held one in its tiny hand. The two friends stared at each other, a bow of dread taking a hold of their throats, that neither can swallow away.

“Stop ignoring me, silly humans! Begone!”

“W-what… what are you…?”

Grace questioned, the ribbon of fear of the yet to be known desperately trying to take back the words just spoken. A laugh that caressed their ears with a sanding paper meekness arose from the fish-like being.

“I’m Astra, of course, you mindless mortal!”

The water of the pond moved faster. As Astra stumbled running towards the confused and frightened first years, another voice sliced the silence.

“You had your fun, Astra. Leave the students alone.”

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*+.Forgotten Sky.+*

Chapter I :

{Morning Sky}

You haven’t heard , have you? No? It doesn’t really surprise me… after all, you and I are just spectators of this world, able to see it both bloom and wither away. You’ve just got here… so please allow this humble narrator to serve you throughout this lecture and explain this situation.

At Glossopharyngeal Academy Hm? Yes, I am aware it’s a plenty weird name, but who am I to judge? I am merely the narrator… not the author. Complain to her if you can’t remember it later. What was I saying..? Ah yes. At Glossopharyngeal Academy, a name that only a drunk doctor playing darts on a human body could ever give to a school, a rumor has spread like a weed in a flower garden. It was based on the unfortunate death of a first year student by the name of Avery Shiloh, who was killed by a fellow classmate, that pushed her off the school roof in a fit of rage. This incident took place many years prior to our tale and it disappeared like thin strings of smoke in a storms ruthless winds, but somehow someone remembered it. The new rumor slowly began corrupting the whole school until not even a soul was unaware of the name of ‘Caelum’ and her story. Let me see if I can recall it…

Every morning, as the sun begins to arise, the figure of a black haired girl will wonder around the rooftop asking if anyone is there. But beware that if you don’t answer in her favorite language, you will suffer her faith.

Avery was- forget it. I am a respectable narrator, keep on reading for your informations. I shouldn’t chitchat with the reader.

Our tale has its beginnings in a chilly early autumn morning. The freezing air painting uncertainty in the students lungs. Strings of aa yet to be identified sensation sewing through their every muscle holding their members tight against their bodies. As much as they yearned to drown themselves in the cold and rigid new uniforms, to hide from that feeling, they didn’t. They couldn’t. It was just an irrational fear; ghosts, legends and monsters are just peoples’ imagination… right? And even if spirits were real, there’s no way they’re as people describe them… “How bad can they possibly be?” A thought that sung in the first years’ minds in unison. Even though the minds of two of the new students, played the same tune. A girl and a boy. And to respect the cliches.. the girl was scared of the possibility of ghosts in the school and the boy was swearing his eternal friendship with her.. or any other things other writers say. But leaving jokes aside, the truth is… the blonde boy with disheveled was the one scared out of his mind, shaking from each and every joint. If he didn’t have human form, he might be mistaken for a jelly during an earthquake. On the other hand, the girl, calm, more than a statue, was trying, not really that much, in all honesty, to make the jelly-human relax.

“Enzo, please, stop it. You look stupid.”

She says without too much emotion, for a few seconds placing her hands on Enzo’s raised shoulder, in a failed attempt to get him to stop shaking. She removes her hands to straighten her clothes some more, if that was even possible. Unlike our scared jelly’s, whose clothes divulged emotions happily, ruffled, his head dug in his shoulders and his pupils as contracted as they get, allowing their azure color to shine through, the girl didn’t show a drop of fear. Hair of the same color as Enzo’s eyes perfectly tied in a ponytail, not a rebellious strand dared to ruin. Neither did her uniform have any wrinkles, even the fibers seemed to be systematically aligned. 

“W-W-What!? You’re telling me that you aren’t scared, no, te-terrified that we are… we are going to.. be in the same school with… g-g-ghost…!?”

Cries out Enzo, playing the buttons of his uniform in between his trembling fingers. Pinching the bridge of her nose the girl sighs, but before she’s able to add something, a voice gentle and steady covers the school yard.

“Good morning, my respectable students and parents. I am more than honored to welcome you to our school.”

All of the participants’ eyes dart towards the source of the sudden sound. A stage- it’s not really a stage.. How should I appraise it…? Should I be a polite narrator or.. say my true opinion…? Honesty is always the key.. right…? Anyhow, the cube with stairs that held the place of a stage. Everyone’s eyes dart towards the so called stage, but while doing it the girl’s eyes glide towards the roof by accident. Her blood runs cold, freezing in her veins. On the railing, dangling its legs carelessly, a foggy figure waves at the girl, after it’s saw the figure leaps backwards evaporating on the roof.

The eyes of the shocked girl widen, her eyebrows furrowing and lips parting slightly. A sharp breath, that felt cooler than the one before, cuts into her lungs.

“Are you o-okay…? G-Grace…?”

Hearing her name turns towards Enzo, who, at sight of the shock on her face, starts shaking even more. Grace murmurs a “yes” before turning her attention to the “stage” again.

Ahhh… I don’t feel like talking so much! What a sadistic author; not even having on mercy her poor and ever loyal narrator! Ugh… enough with the complaining.. or else I’m never going to finish this…

To no one’s surprise, the one making the announcement was the principal. A well respected and renowned gentleman, mainly known for his habit of implementing unusual rules, to keep the students in check. Most were reasonable.. some weird.. but some were… questionable… Some were saying he was nuts, while others said he was good and slightly (more) chaotic. 

With the legend of Caelum covering the school like the thin layer of ice on shallow a body of water, under the merciless rule of winter, the principal’s punishments became harsher, bit by bit. Of course they were no longer go to the five classes while wearing a fish shaped hat to taking a test with the grade above.

I suppose I will allow you to discover the rest later on, because if I told you everything from the first chapter, I would lose my job, wouldn’t I?

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