Serrian stood as dignified as she could with the panting. She waited for until someone noticed that she was there.
An old instructor met her and smiled. He told her to follow him, and watched her as answered his casual questions with tension. She was never good with people, especially people who asked her questions.
He led her down the corridors until he stopped in front a room, the ten-year-old tried to hide her excitement.
That evening, she had arrived to late for classes she guessed, he hadn’t said anything except for his questions. She walked to the entrance hall, slowly push one of the doors open and stood there for a minute, hand on the door, she closed her eyes to feel the joy of being here. She wouldn’t be different anymore, not that she cared. She could train, more important, then become the best! That was this young girl’s goal, to be the best.
Serrian opened her eyes, three years later. She stood in the same posture, holding the door open and looking into the entrance hall. Three years and she hadn’t advanced at all. She would do better this year! She had vowed, and she would keep her vow.
She would advance and they would be confused, and then she would kill them for doubting her. The instructor who had first guided her around, now always shook his head in disappointment every time he saw her. He would be the first to die!
She sighed. She was just fantasying, she would be 9th degree for a long time, until they kick or out. Then the world out there will arrest her and send her to a nuthouse. She just wanted to be good. Good at what she did. And what did she do? Kill.
How she hated those people, and every student that had advanced when she didn’t! She would kill those, too!
Watch it, Serry! She thought. Kill too many people and nobody’ll be left. She sighed again.
She stepped forward and let the door slowly shut behind her, it’s soft sound echoing like thunder in the empty space. Hand placed in the door handle, she leaned back and stared at the wall in front of her.
She wanted to tell everyone her plans, she wanted to shout, she wanted to scream and hear it echo back at her, but she didn’t. She didn’t speak much, not out of choice, but she just never had anyone to speak to. When Serry did talk it was usually snide remarks, talkbacks, insults, death threats, and such things as that.
She closed her eyes and thought of better days, she always did that when she was feeling down, which was practically all the time.
She mother she smiled, as her brother, father and she played with the new baby twins. It was the only thing she remembered from back then, but it made her feel better. She had memorized each face.
Her mother was the most beautiful woman Serrian had ever seen, with long blond hair, bright green eyes, fair face. She had been a full elf, but had chosen a human husband.
Her father would look up at his wife and smile, he was handsome, but not overly handsome. A kind of plain face with blue eyes and short almost crop cut, brown hair. But his eyes held love.
Her she couldn’t remember what her older brother looked like, or any of their names. She figured her baby sister had looked just like her little brother, Andrew.
But as always the memory faded into fire. She couldn’t remember exactly what happened, only two things. Fire, lots of fire, and a face.
He was in his mid-twenties, probably thirties now, and had a cruel smirk on his face. “I’ll let you two live… For now.” He had said. “I was never here.” He turned and walked away. She would never forget that face. The curves of his face, the brown eyes, the white hair, nothing.
She didn’t tell, but not because of fear, but because she wanted to kill him herself. And she will.
But in the present, she was getting no closer. It would be a miracle is she got to 3rd degree, much less be the best! Much less kill him. She sighed. One day… One day…
