The alarm clock rang for a while until a hand abruptly stopped it. Light peeked through the closed curtains, but the room was still dark. A grunt. She had slept little, and today was the first day of the new academic year. Not that it made any difference whatsoever for her. The only thing that changed with the pass of time were the extent of her limits, and her strength.
Selenia was unable to use magic. This wasn't due to her skipping classes, or due to her inability to do so; from the moment she had been born, she had been placed a magical seal that prevented her from doing otherwise. Such was the law in the Valgarn clan, a clan she had been born in, and exiled from. Her unusual gray eye was proof of this. Despite their incredible battle prowess, the Valgarns were not widely known. Nor had anyone inquired too deep into her origins. As far as the SeeD institution was concerned, she had been left by a man claiming to be her uncle at the age of 12. No one had seen him since, and she had officially been declared as abandoned. The dorm was her house. She ate the food at the cafeteria, and did little jobs here and there to earn some cash to move around. They had some cases like this, and she didn't particularly stood out for not having parents.
Her grades had always been enough to get by, at least, from any class that involved reading. She might fail some from time to time, but she would make up for them eventually. Any physical classes (combat) on the other hand she was top of the list. She was agile, precise, and wielded her two katanas efficiently. Her speed was hard to match. This made difficult finding opponents when training. Not to mention, the students who already knew her would prefer not to bother; she wouldn't go easy on them.
Because of her strength, and because she would get into fights all the time, she was nicknamed "gray-eyed demon." She did not make a single friend in any of the five years of her stay in the institute. Some people had tried to approach her, but she had a strong character, and didn't seem interested in making acquaintances. Some would talk behind her back, make jokes and laugh. Few would try a direct approach, sometimes resorting to fight in numbers due to being overpowered. Even so, she would face the odds, and turn the tables over. She would fight with every fiber of her being.
Selenia sat straight on the bed. Her feet felt the pants she had left on the ground from yesterday. She pulled her long, raven black hair from her face, then stretched her limbs. She moved her head one way, and the other, then got up. Turning the shower on, she removed her remaining clothes and got in. Her hair plastered over her face and back. She stayed that way under the warm water for a while, with her eyes closed. Opening her eyes, she started to wash her hair, pulling her hair to the front, thus revealing her back. And there, in the middle of her back, a tattoo was drawn. This was not a simple decoration. This was another tradition of the Valgarn clan. This was something she had managed to use briefly for a while, a few times. A double-edged sword that would help her overcome the lack of magic.
When the shower was done, she got dressed. She wasn't very picky about her clothes. She used a black pair of pants, the black boots she always used, the double belt to hold her twin katanas, and a white top. She tied her hair in a pony tail, and she was set. She would additionally combine her clothes with a black trenchcoat when the weather was cold, and a pair of sunglasses, that concealed her unusual mismatching eyes. Today, she simply grabbed the coat, and left the room.
She donned the trenchcoat on the way, rummaging through the pockets until she pulled a piece of paper with her new classes. She stopped at a vending machine to get a chocolate bar to munch on as she analyzed the paper carefully. Students were either not aware of her presence, or were too aware of her presence: they would basically go about their lives ignoring Selenia as if she was another bypassing student, or they would hush, sometimes talk in quiet voices, and sometimes chuckle. A fewer number of times, however, she would face wanna-be heroes, challengers, or plain bullies.
She entered the first class for today. Surprisingly, she was on time. Two students were in already: a tall youth with red hair, and another one with a black cloth concealing the lower portion of his face. Selenia pay them no heed. She took a sit in the back, rested her katanas on the side of her desk hanged the coat in the chair, and sat, finding a paper with questions in front of her. She laughed and scorned deridingly after reading the questions over. "I'm not going to answer this bullshit," she thought as she relaxed on her chair.
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