ooc/sign up As the morning star peeked over the horizon, its first rays of light hit the top of the mountain peak. Down below the mountain a large sized town was already bustling with life. Not so much by the townsfolk themselves, but by vehicles passing through, heading towards the mountain. Quite a curious sight indeed, considering that the road didn't lead anywhere. Or did it? Up there high upon that mountainside, a massive structure was hidden in plain sight. Cars pulled up to a large metal gate set in black granite stone. Two large, impressive men stood there, checking each incoming vehicle before letting them pass. Then, after another long stretch through the woodlands, the passengers could finally get out. A hug and a kiss later, and the youngsters that had come stood alone while their parents returned home. Before them deemed a grand white building the size of a royal palace. And if that wasn't enough to impress them, then their first challenge surely would. The wide white marble staircase led up to a double wooden door. It was decorated heavily with intricate woodcarvings and fine gold, accenting the dark mahogany wood. Gilded handrails lead up on both ends of the stairs, curling inwards at the end and decorated with leaves. From behind one of the windows atop the entrance, two women were looking down. The hair of the elder of the two was brown with a streak of gray. “No uniforms were sent out this year?” “No ma'am, the council decided that the costs were too high, so we cut it,” Yala responded. The other was a young, tall, icy pale woman with long smooth black hair that shone like newly spun silk. Yala looked at one of the students that arrived. An interesting looking girl with a cloth wrapped around her head. But instead of covering her face and leaving her eyes open, it only covered her eyes. Quickly she flipped through her black binder to find out who it was. Mayula Assanet Chelu, 17, telepath and air manipulator. Important notice: Blind, deaf and mute since birth. That had to be her. “Quite some interesting looking students this year.” “Yes, 18 in total. Not as many as last year, but each of them as powerful as the next.” “One of them could be the new president.” “Highly unlikely.” the older woman said firmly. “The second or third years are the ones that get chosen.” “Not every year,” she responded with a satisfied smile. Even the older woman smiled to that. “Fair enough, exceptions do happen.[/COLOR]” A short silence fell between them while they gazed upon the steady stream of students. “I better be on my way now. If you’ll excuse me, Headmistress.” She had more pressing things to do than stand here examining the arrivals. The Headmistress nodded. Before Yala could even leave the room the woman spoke up again. “Yala.” Yala stood still at the urge in the woman’s voice. “Yes?” “This is your final year. Don’t forget what that means.” Yala’s face grew serious. “I know.” She turned around, and left. The interior of that building probably was more impressive than its grand front. Marble mosaic floors, granite pillars, marble windowsills, just to name the first things that would be noticed, aside from the high ceilings and two massive paintings decorating the sides of the grand hallway. On one side the founders of the school, on the other a painting of the current headmistress. Down the left wing one would be able to find various classrooms, while on the right one would be able to find the cafeteria on the first floor, and the Dining Hall on the second floor. The rest of the right wing was occupied by the in school mall that catered to almost any need of the students and faculty alike. In the center of the grand hallway a staircase rose up, with at the first plateau two large doors that swung open to the grand outdoor plaza. The two sides of the remainder of the staircase led up to the second floor, which was just as beautiful and grandesque as the first. The third floor could be reached via a smaller staircase opposite the grand staircase. That floor was set up far more simple, as it wasn't really used by the school often. Behind this massive white building and below a three step plateau there was a large plaza of grass and a great oak tree stood in the middle. This old, almost magical tree shed its leaves like an evergreen. Never wilting, never withering. All around this grassy plane was a black stone pavement. The black walkway lead to multiple different ways, two of which lead to two gray stone buildings on each side of the central plaza. They were exactly identical in every sense, save for one crucial difference. Above the door of the left building there was a large crescent moon, while above the door of the other building there was a star of similar proportions. They were named the Moon dorm, and the Star dorm respectively. At the rear end, the two buildings were connected through a glass tunnel on the second floor while a pathway underneath it lead to the other buildings further up. Training facilities, sports halls, swinging pools both indoors and out, and not to forget, it lead out to a massive plot of land in which you could even loose sight of a giant. But no matter how far a person would try to go, they would always come across the granite and iron gates surrounding the school. The students that came through the main building split up in two parties. All the guys headed left, while the girls were going to the Star dorm. Inside each of the dorms the first floor consisted of the showers, the breakfast hall, and the rooms of the first years. All the other students resided on the second floor with each room capable of housing two students, meaning two beds, closets, desks and chairs. As Yala stepped out of the building she opened up a black lace parasol. The top was entirely made out of lace, blocking the direct sunlight, but still let a little bit of light through its openings. She headed straight for the Star dorm, walking briskly, her parasol creating a shadow on her face. A sigh escaped as Olissa sat on the edge of her bed. Even though she looked like she was just a child of 10, she really was 15. But her underdeveloped body and baby doll like face were the least of her worries. Without any warning Olissa's suitcase burst open and sent all her clothes flying through the room. Which of course wouldn't have been very bad, had the contents of her shampoo bottle not spilled over Olissa, and much to her dismay, messed up her outfit. Laughs could be heard on the other side of the door, followed by the sound of footsteps fading down the hallway. "Mila! Milo! No running in the hallway!" The president of the student council called. Olissa had never really met the president of the student council, but she was certainly a stern and harsh woman. A smile appeared on Olissa's face as she heard Milo and Mila uttering apologies. But as fast as it had appeared, it disappeared in guilt. She beat her fist against her head. How could she be so self conceited, that she would smile at the scolding of her own siblings? A knock on the door snapped her out of her thoughts. "May I come in?" The knock had already caused the door to open up, never the less Olissa answered. "Yes, miss." As the council president stepped into the room Olissa tried to wipe away some of the shampoo. Carefully Olissa looked at the council president but quickly averted her gaze. She truly was as frightening as she was beautiful. In this school the student council held as much power as the teachers. And the president stood directly below the headmistress. The president dealt the punishments, enforced the rules, was smart, beautiful, awe inspiring, and the perfect student. Olissa had found it to be strange that students held that much authority, but with one look at them she instantly understood. Yala Nikuso looked around the apparent battlefield. "What happened here?" Yala asked with a bone chilling voice. "It's not their fault, really. It's just bad luck." "Who says I was blaming anyone." Olissa swallowed and just looked down to the ground. "I'm sorry." "Whatever the cause was, clean it up before your roommate arrives." With that Yala left. A deep breath escaped Olissa's lips as she flopped down onto the bed. Cleaning up this mess before her roommate would arrive? Impossible. She could already hear her footsteps.