My footsteps echo throughout the now empty halls. I glance frantically at the doors aligned on each side of the walls. God, if I wasn't so damn shy, I would have arrived by now. I look on my schedule for what seems to be the hundredth time just for it to read the same as before:

𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥: 𝟒

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬: 𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝟐𝐁 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝟑𝟏𝐁.

So far, all the doors I've seen aren't even in the same number range as the ones I saw in my first class. Maybe it's a good idea to go back to the office and ask for assistance.

As I turn around to return to the office, a tall, attractive boy appears around the corner as if he were watching me struggle to find my class. As he walks towards me, the boy's fluffy black hair bounces and his body language suggests that he is relaxed, yet tense. His gorgeous purple eyes are virtually hidden behind his bangs. A leather collar is worn around the boy's neck. His uniform pants are ruffled and faded from their original black color, and underneath his uniform jacket, is a tight white shirt, outlining his chest and abdomen. Behind his hair, he seems to have a pair of black, fuzzy ears that resemble dog ears.

" Are you Legolas", he asks, his thick Russian accent interrupting my thoughts. His deep and raspy voice pull me into focus immediately.

"Um, yeah, I just got lost", I blurt out my answer, his eyes seem to examine me as I did him earlier. He is trying to figure out what my race is.

"I am Rufus Volkov, I am here to take you to our classroom." He says as he begins to walk off. He turns around, makes a follow-me motion, and continues to walk. As we walk to our class, I think about questions to ask him: What powers does he possess as a werewolf? How old is he? What level is he?

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We stop in front of a door with a small opening that is eye level. The opening opens and a pair of green emerald eyes appear. After a quick glance, the opening closes shut as the door opens.

The room emits a dark red color, giving the idea that a dark presence is nearby. I shudder at the thought that something bad is lurking. I focus my attention on the beautiful tinted windows, which are exquisitely designed. Inside the glass of the window is barbwire, and I sense a protection spell placed on them. I turn to study the walls. They contain images of battles that were fought over the years in the past millennium of Magick, warriors of each race fighting one either to protect their loved ones, their ideals, their freedom. The desks have different symbols from different countries where each species resides, making the desks carry a part of history.

In the back of the room where the desks is pushed back to make space, the students are practicing their powers against each other. A boy says an incantation before blasting another boy against the wall. The boy gets up and he throws an energy ball at the boy who blasted him. In another area of the classroom, a werewolf and a vampire are fighting ruthlessly. I get worried before I see that they are laughing. The energy they let out is so positive, I almost go and join them. A smile grows on my face as I watch them toss each other around as if they weigh nothing.

I turn back to ask Rufus if this is normal for them to fight in class only for him across the room, taking charge of the class. He glares at the boys who are fighting with their powers; the boys catch his glare and mindlessly sit down. The same happened with the others. I watch in awe as he got all of them to sit down by just glaring at the boys. So this is one of the many powers werewolves have. Mind control.

Afterward, he approaches me, staring me down and catching me off guard. His eyes have gone to a deep, crimson color and have appeared to glow. When I met his glare, what happened to the other boys didn't happen to me. Instead, I feel the urge to look away but I can't. We're trapped in a game where our eyes are only the players. I see him squint in confusion and raise his right eyebrow a bit, then his glare hardens, but I still don't look away. Anger flashes across his face, but I still don't look away. At this point it's not out of defiance, but purely out of confusion. His eyes return to his normal violet color and the look of frustration has only enhanced. He rubs his eyes and looks back at me.

"What the hell?" Rufus growls at me, baring his teeth at me. His canines are sharper than before. I am frozen in my stance, stuttering out nonsense. He expects an explanation and even I don't know what to say. I know he wants me to take a seat but I'm too confused to even obey. My ears glow as I try to figure out what to say. I didn't know Elves are resistant to mind control, we never really are around other magick creatures.