The Mystics Of Valenthia

The warm water from the shower ran down my body, soothing me. Technically, I was supposed to "have a bath" but I just stood under the shower. I was liking the kind of feeling the water was offering me. I felt as if it was washing down all the negativity and it felt rejuvenating, making me feel a bit alive.

Someone knocked softly on the bathroom door.

"Um Renna? Is everything okay?"

It was Eva.

"Yeah," I answered

"It is almost time for breakfast," she said, indirectly saying that I have been in here too long and that we might be late.

I sighed as I closed the shower tap. I dried myself and wore my clothes. Nova, Bex and Eva had prepared an all new wardrobe complete with innumerable pairs of clothes and matching accessories, overnight. Who, in the whole, wide universe could deny their awesomeness? Yeah, I know. No one.

I stepped out of the bathroom and collapsed on my bed. I was yet to untangle my hair from Daphne's intricate hairdo even though I liked the way it looked before I wet my hair.

I sat up and got started on my hair. Untangling something is work for the patient. I, for one, was totally not patient. I was almost on the verge on ripping my hair out when Nova came to my rescue. She set my hands down and started out with the untangling process.

I let my hair hang loose and observe my reflection in the mirror. One day at this weird place and I realize how much it had changed me physically. My hair had acquired a certain shine. My skin was glowing. My eyes were had a twinkle, my lips were turning a beautiful shade of red. There was something in the air to make me look like this. Maybe, purity. I was impressed.

We had back to back classes today. Most of them, I had to sit out because of my lack of magic. So basically, I was busy observing them doing things that were asked of them. Which was sort of, entertaining. I mean, ever seen anything funnier than Demelza talking in Frog?

Ribbet, ribbet.

I did notice that Nathan attended none of them. I found that odd. He was our age, after all. I didn't dwell on that much, though.

He did turn up in swordsfighting. Apparently that was the only class I did not need to sit out. Though I am still learning how to hold a sword whereas I saw Bex and Nova almost battling. Nathan was in a friendly duel with Carter, while Eva was busy calculating the exact amount of force applied by Bex while slashing and the speed at which Nova ducks. Apparently, swordfight is not her cup of tea.

I was left off an hour early even though the class was for two hours. I wandered off to the balcony that I had discovered yesterday. I was worried. I still hadn't figured out my weird dream. Was it all real or something my subconscious was making up? I looked out at the vast greenery, my mind spinning out of control.

A week ago, I would have never imagined myself this way. I had my personal dreams and ambitions.

I want to go on a road trip someday. Alone or with someone I love. I want to get away. Explore places. Sleep in the car. Stop a lot just to admire the views. Visit museums and try out new coffee shops. Try out various types of cuisine around the world. Admire the street paintings. Listen to my favourite albums while driving. Have a polaroid camera. Take pretty pictures of the sunrise. Take pictures of myself. Run through a forest. Chase the fog. Chase the sun. Spend hours in a field making flower crowns. Feel the wind in my hair. Buy souvenirs. Meet new and amazing people. Learn about their culture. Take time to observe. Make memories. I want to spread my wings and fly. I want to feel alive.

My rushing thoughts were interrupted by a "hey"

I turned and saw Nathan standing at doorway. He was wearing black as usual.

"Hi." I said. "What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I should be the one asking you that," he replied.

"I was let off early," I answered.

"Oh. May I join you?" He asked.

"Certainly," I said.

I sat on the railing as he leaned against it.

"You did not attend any classes except swordfighting. Why?" I asked him.

He didn't  reply immediately. "You should live your life on a need-to know-basis. Somethings are better left unsaid."

Need-to know-basis is a real thing and I highly recommend it. Even though you feel that as torture, right now. Unfortuantely, curiosity was my weakness. It always was.

"What is it?" I asked.

"What is bothering you?" He retaliated.

"N-nothing." I stuttered.

He didn't seem convinced.

"Are you free?" he asked.

Technically, I was stuck in this psychotic place but thought better about mentioning that.

"Yeah."

"Wanna do something?"

"Like what?"

"C'mon!" is all he said before turning on his heels. I jumped down and followed him.