Jay paused at the bus stop, waiting for the sound of screeching breaks and laughter. When they came, his mother gently pushed him towards the door. He kept his head down and his jacket tight around him. It was too cold for this. Climbing on the bus, he slipped to the back where he had his assigned seat, most of the time empty, and sat down, slipping his headphones from around his neck over his ears. As the bus jolted forwards, the gentle sound of piano filtered through, blocking out pretty much all other sounds. He closed his eyes, pulling the hood of his jacket over his head to keep his head warm. Leaning forwards, he rested his head against the seat in front of him. He felt like something was off, but ignored it. He knew the sun was out by the warm spots out from under trees, but it was still cold, colder than normal Fall. He pulled his book from his backpack, his fingers tracing over the pages. His mother had translated them to braille for him, but that only made him feel more helpless. It said he was the twenty second generation to stop the war between the light in the dark...but his mother had said the last few generations had failed? It was all confusing, and none of this was English except for some of the directions, like how to make a water snake or cause someone to drown in their own blood. He sighed softly. Just another day at Bluewood Academy.