My eyes flutter opens as the sound of the alarm I don't remember setting, it's Saturday and I don't have anything to do, well, except for that thing the Headmaster asked me to. I turn to my side to catch a glimpse of the day from my window. The day is still in a fact black and white, it weird that I can actually see the invisible thread that line the sky. I've never witnessed this before and it cool, beautiful. I stay still and watch the sky clear out the darkness, leaving me with the reminder that it's the beginning of a new day and I've got shit to do, starting with that power control session I have with the headmaster.

I sit up and pull my legs to my chest as I recall what happened yesterday or was it today, I didn't know the time. It's clear to me now that my nightmares aren't just horrible dreams, they mean something but I don't what they mean or how they are connected with me. I've always had phobia for fire, it's the reason why my parents never lit a candle in the house, not even on the cake during birthdays. I never knew I was afraid of fire when I asked my dad why I never get to blow candles on my birthday. He gave me an explanation for it. Something happened on my sixth birthday, the first birthday I celebrated with them. They were so happy to finally have a kid to call their own after trying for so many years. They had baked six different cakes for me to celebrate my previous birthday because they wanted me to know the feeling of getting a birthday parties and they weren't sure if I ever had one at the orphanage, and of course I don't remember. There I was, excited for my party, sitting on my chair with the party hat on my head, wearing the prettiest Tinkerbell gown my dad could find. They brought the cake out and dropped everything in front of me, my reaction wasn't what they expected.

"At first you didn't react or move, your eyes were on the candle, and God the way you were staring at it was so intense. Everyone was quiet, watching you and then it went on for a while, I was sure you were breathing. I called your name, which made your mom touch you and then you screamed. It was one of the most terrifying moment of my life. You kept your eyes on the candle and continued screams. I think that's the first time you had a nightmare."

I totally forgot about this conversation. And it just doesn't make any sense because I never thought about my fire phobia. What caused it? Did I have some traumatic childhood that left me scarred for life?

So many questions with no answer.

I sigh and reluctantly leave the bed, if it was up to me I would do nothing, just sleep all day.

I sight my bags at the corner of the room that are yet to be unpacked. Squatting in front of it, I undo the zip and open the bag, I search for suitable outfit for whatever it is what want to do and that's when I realize I don't even know what we're doing. I choose a rainbow designed yoga pants and bra with a black crop top.

I take a quick shower and walk back inside the room and change.

I leave my room and head to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the refrigerator before going lake, which I find is behind the dorms.

I can see the headmaster waiting by the lake. I slow down my steps to admire the view. The reflection of the trees is mint onto the mirror-silver lake and is shaped like a perfectly flat disc of metal. No sound rings out from the shimmering emptiness of space around it. The serene lake nestle in the cloister quiet gully. Cloister seems fitting. The blue sky seems to be engrave onto the lake. It is peaceful.

"Good Morning." I greet when I reach him. Notice he's traded his suit for sweats.

"You are late." He calls out without turning to see me with a tone I don't hear from him often. He isn't impressed with my tardiness. His gaze oversee the lake.

Great!

I clear my throat. "You didn't give me a specific time. You said and I quote ‘this morning’." I bend and raise both my index and my middle finger in sync to express myself.

He turns to face me, his face void of emotions. This is the first time I will be seeing this look on his face. "I remembered telling you to be here as soon as possible. What we want to do is for your own good, Camille." He sighs. "Come on," he tilts his head, "Let's do this."

I nod. "Before we start, I have a question," I say, he nods giving me a go ahead. "What are we doing exactly?"

"I'm going to teach you to meditate. Your mind appears to be crowded and all over the place. I figured the best place to clear your mind is here, connecting with nature." He answers. "A yoga and meditation teacher once said the best part of meditating outside is that you get to bring all the joys of being outside into the meditation practice and I agree."

He proceeds to sits on the floor and I follow his lead. "When we sit on the ground during our nature meditations, our body’s rhythm synchronizes with the earth’s natural vibrations. This harmony greatly enhances the experience of meditation. It may seem that our senses are heightened – our hearing feels sharper and our skin receptors feel more sensitive. In fact, it’s the lack of ambient busy-ness and the sense of well-being that allow us to be more in sync with our senses than usual."

I did not get any of that, it's like Alexa reading straight from Wikipedia.

"Have you ever heard of El-Laura-El?" He asks curiously.

I shake my head. "No. Is it something I should know?"

"Well, no. She is the most powerful person I know. The strongest and warmest but she's changed. Something happened and now she's lost, angry and always–" he cut himself off when he realizes he's going off point, he meets my gaze and chuckles nervously. " Don't mind that, I was eh–" he clears his throat. "I brought her up because she's good with guiding people that have no control over their minds. I think if you call on her she'll help you settle your mind and all those episodes you have accompanied by your nightmares will reduce."

“O...Kay, what's the saying?"

At this point I shouldn't even be surprised because they've been telling me I'm supernatural and I don't even want question it anymore, I do as they say and just get it over with.

"Lurytendra Azra Bycom," That doesn't sound like a saying.

"What does it mean? And is she here?"

He shakes his head. "I don't know, but her name is Lurytendra, and she has a dragon named Azra. She's El–Queen of Di Hipsodat."

"I don't know a Di Hipsodat."

"There are places, realms and planet far beyond this solar system, so I'm not surprised you haven't heard of it. Anyway let's get to work, you can ask me anything if you don't understand."

Oh, I've got tons of questions. I just don't know where to start. Aliens?

"Are you sure it's going to work?" I need to know. I might not care about being supernatural but I know that my nightmares are real, my screams are real. I want nothing more than to sleep peacefully and he says he knows a way for it to end, and I'm going to take it but I need to be sure before I invest in it.

"Blood is thicker than water, Camille. Trust me, it will work." He assures me in yet another tone I've never heard him use before. It's like I'm with a different Headmaster Dean Wallace today.

My brain picks up on something he said and I have no choice but to ask about it. "What do you mean by blood is thicker than water?"

I know the meaning of the proverb but not sure how it's connected to me.

"Follow my lead." He dismisses my question and continue with the lesson of the hour.

I mimic the Buddha pose, with both my palms resting on my knee.

"Take a deep breath and relax," He whispers.

I follow his instructions, taking a deep breath and relax, I close my eyes and shut my mind to focus on the environment.

I can feel everything.

"Now repeat after me. Lurytendra Azra Bycom."

I sigh and whisper. "Lurytendra Azra Bycom."

I go still and everything around paused- no not paused, everything slow down. I can hear everything, I can feel everything. As the water drops from the leaves, as the bees hums, the fishes in the lake swim quietly. I can feel the power coursing through my veins.

I open my eyes slowly to see the headmaster smiling at me. I guess I did it. I break the transition by removing my leg. I think we've had enough for a day.

It's happened fast but I know what I just felt, it's like nothing I've ever felt before. Strange.

My gaze drops on my palm. Just like it appeared yesterday, I notice a fading burning bird, a Raven and some symbol I've never seen before.

"This is definitely not an illusion," I whisper as I watch the symbol fade away again.

The Headmaster shows me some meditation pose I can practice on my own when I'm in my room and releases me after. I head back to my room and take a quick shower, wrapping myself in my pink towel before walking inside my space. I glance at my bags still unpacked and decide to do it.

I spend the next hour unpacking my bags and arranging the room to my taste before changing into a black ripped jeans, camisole. I pack my hair in a bun. Grabbing my notepad and pencil before heading to the cafeteria.

Saying a quick hello to Martha and getting my breakfast from her. Without looking at anyone, I walk to empty table I saw yesterday at the end of the room. I don't want people to see me because of what happened, it's no doubt that I'm a popular topic among them now, first I punch student on my first day and then my scream woke the entire school and brought down the magic defense system–whatever that means.

I drop my tray on the table before taking my seat, placing my notepad and my pencil beside my tray. I dig in the chicken sandwich like someone's chasing me, I'm hungry as hell. After eating, I open my notepad and begin the sketch the bird and symbol I've been seeing.

Don't know how long I spend perfecting my sketch until someone slides into the seat in front of me. I don't look away from my sketch, hoping the person will recognize me and walk away. Apart from the fact that I don't want people to start asking stupid questions about what happened last night, I don't want anyone around.

"Nice sketch, you should join the art club." His english accent is what makes me look up. I've never seen him before, then again I haven't met anyone except from the ones I've interacted with.

I close my note pad and cross my legs under the table as I answer him. "I'm not interested in joining the art club and my drawing are for my eyes only."

He chuckles, his dimples showing. "You are girl that punched Penelope," definitely not asking, just needs a confirmation and I nod. "she's my roommate's girlfriend."

"And you're telling me this because...?"

"She's loud."

That's not what I was expecting.

"Okay?"

"My name is Nate and we are going to be best friends."

Oh, goody. Another fucking psycho.