Prophecy of A Hero

Elodie thought she was doomed to a life of aristocracy. She was a spunky, rebelling girl of sixteen, whose father forced her to attend finishing school. Her life was laid out before her eyes - a boring path of ridiculous dinner parties, dumb dresses, and stupid ideas about class. But one day, a handsome young man named Darius came to her school, and everything she knew was flipped upside down. Elodie now finds herself caught between wars and politics. She now has two paths before her, and has to choose what is easy and what is right. And of course, finding love in unexpected places.

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“Yes ok,” Elodie waved a hand, as if she were a queen dismissing one of her subjects. The secretary returned to her desk and began writing up another report, pausing to scratch her nose with the inky nub of her quill. Elodie returned her attention to the uninteresting office.

“This school is so dull,” she thought, “The walls are dull, the floor is dull, the teachers are dull, the students are dull…” and she continued thinking in that manner, until a man stumbled into the room, as if by accident.

“Is this the office?” he asked. The secretary looked up from her desk, and for the first time, she seemed truly interested in whom she was speaking to.

“Uh…why yes it is,” she said, and then very rudely, she began to look him over, head to toe. The man looked back at her for an awkward moment, waiting for her to say something more, but she seemed too captivated by the very sight of him to notice.

“Oh. Ok then,” he said meekly, and settled himself into the chair next to Elodie’s.

After waiting politely for a minute, the man turned to the secretary, who was still gazing at him, a glazed look in her eyes.

“Um, do you think you could inform the Headmaster that I am here? I believe I have a scheduled appointment.” The secretary continued to watch him with a faraway look, but then she jumped.

“Oh! Of course,” she squeaked surprised. Then she bustled back into the back room, not even bothering to check her schedule book to see if there even was an appointment.

The man turned his attention back to the office, but he quickly lost interest with the lack of things to look at. He then turned to Elodie.

“So,” he asked, “what are you here for?” Elodie looked over at him, and immediately understood why the secretary had been so content in looking at him. He had pitch-black, shaggy hair that curled at the ends, framing his face and his high cheekbones. His eyes were the color of the sky at night, and they twinkled, as if to make them seem more sky-like. Elodie didn’t know if she had ever seen such a handsome man before in her life, but she wasn’t about to trip on herself for him.

“What are you here for?” she shot back. The man seemed taken aback by such a smart reaction, but he quickly recovered.

“I asked you first.”

“Well,” Elodie muttered, “if you simply must know, I am in trouble.”

“A lady in trouble is a damsel in distress…may I save you?”

“What?” she looked over at him. Half a grin was on his face; his teeth were a stunning white.

“May I save you?” he asked again playfully. Elodie stared. She had never met a man who acted like he did before in her sixteen years of life.

“No,” she said, as if someone had just asked her to borrow a quill, and then she returned to gazing about the office, and playing with her fingernails. She could tell that he had been amused with her, and she purposely kept from looking in his direction.

A minute later, out of the corner of her eye, she saw him turn away, and she decided that one more glance wouldn’t hurt. She turned her head, and found herself looking into his eyes. She quickly broke contact and the man laughed.

“What’s your name?” he asked, his voice dripping with amusement.

“…Elodie,” she reluctantly replied.

“Elodie,” he repeated, as if he had heard it before, but couldn’t quite remember where or when.

After an awkward silence, Elodie asked him, “What’s your name?” and for some reason, it made him laugh.

“Darius,” he said.

“So…why are you here?” she asked. This time, Darius didn’t laugh.

“I was given some information that a great hero, about your age, resides here, and I am here to fetch him. Only it seems my information may have been faulty, as this is a place not for heroes, but a school for young ladies, such as yourself.”

“Not like myself you mean,” she muttered very quietly, but not so quietly that he didn’t hear.

yeah, but I think this was supposed to go in the advertisement thingy ^_^

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