"He is my new friend and I like him, just because he made you his bitch doesn't mean everyone has to hate him" Josh replies before I could even get up and move to another seat. He turns to the side to smile at me. The werewolf from earlier starts howling with laughter, nearly choking on his food.

"That's a good one, Joshy boy, "The werewolf bangs on the table as he continues to howl with laughter, "Hi, Elfy, my name is Ma'lakah Doyle," His Swedish accent is deep, resonant with a musical cadence. The white shirt under his uniform blazer is untucked and rumpled. His tie hanging across his neck, bouncing as he laughs. His laughter is as contagious as Josh is because Josh and Lucas start laughing. I let out a giggle and side glance at Rufus, who is red in the face from embarrassment. He starts to shove food by the spoonful into his mouth as he mumbles in Russian under his breath, causing him to start to choke. This causes Ma'lakah, Josh, Lucas, and I to laugh harder. Even Marcus starts to laugh as well.

"Незрелые придурки !! Я мог бы умереть, черт возьми, а вы, ребята, смеетесь здесь!!" Rufus yells out in Russian, causing us to laugh even harder because we have no idea what he is saying. After a while, we calm down and start talking about each other for the rest of the lunch period.

Everyone went out to their assigned species class studies, except for me. I didn't know where to go or if there even is an assigned species class for elves like me. So, I walk to the office, which isn't as far as I thought it was. The secretary, who is shockingly a creature of the forest, is sitting at the front desk, eating insects in a plastic container. I nervously walk up to the counter.

"Hi, ma'am, I am the new-"

"Legolas?" I turn around to see Mr. Fra coming from the back room. He has a coffee cup with a dark liquid. A sharp metallic smell hits my nose, which tells me his drink is blood. He wears a concerned expression on his face as he studies my face. I feel my ears go red as I stutter my way into an answer.

"Hi, sir, I needed help with what class I need to go to since I am the only one of my species here" I look down to avoid his hauntingly intimidating stare.

A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.

"I don't think there are any classes for elves here," Mr. Fra replies, "I can go check if there are old courses that you can go through."

"Okay, Mr. Fra." He walks back to the back room, so I decide to sit down in one of the many chairs. I begin to conjure up my favorite flower, a black rose. I gradually dose off as my hands move on their own. The light dream I desired becomes a raging storm of feet in the middle of a forest, surrounded by terrified and panicked screams. As I hear rapid footsteps rush past me, my ears perk up. I see several people run past me, some carrying their children with them and some falling. People are blasted with light beams, which killed them on sight, an ancient spell was spoken in the background, causing the bodies to rise up. I'm frozen in place as a beam of light strikes me.

The secretary's gasp startles me awake. When I open my eyes, all I see is darkness. I direct light to my finger and nearly pass out from shock. A black rose dome is encased around me as if it is protecting me. I jump off the chair to see how far I made the dome. I have only seen Level 6 or 8 elves make this kind of protective shields like this, not someone who is barely Level 4 like me.

"Uh, Legolas, are you in there?" I hear Mr. Fra's muffled voice.

"Yes, sir."

"Can you come out?"

"Yeah, give me a second" I start reversing the process until there is nothing left but a small rose. I pick it up and place it under my ear. With a box in his hand, Mr. Fra studies my face, his eyebrows raised along with an impressed expression on his face.

"I am so sorry, I was bored, and I wanted a bl-"

"What level are you, Bloom?" He questions with a twinkle in his eye.

"Level 4 as of a few weeks ago" I answer, confused on why he is asking such a question.

"The elves I've met were Level 8 and they could barely do what you have done" His praise brings a blush to my cheeks. I have never been praised for my abilities before, even as an elf, I have been seen as weak. I'll take that compliment to the grave.

"Now, then I manage to find some elf courses for you, however, you have to use them out in the dining room. Most of the assignments in these courses call for a more hands-on approach" He explains. His Italian accent makes what he says seem so much better.

"Thank you, sir" I am kind of excited about these assignments, since I get to use my powers.

"You won't have a problem with being alone?" Mr. Fra's question is filled with concern.

"I am fine, Mr. Fra, I like to be alone. It helps me concentrate. " I respond, gathering my newly assigned course and my black rose. Unknowingly, as I walk to the dining room, I leave a trail of black roses behind me.