" Egar later took over neighboring werewolves villages with his new werewolf soldiers. He took some villagers to be slaves, dragging them along to show them the destruction of their people. After creating an army of undead werewolves, he realized that werewolves were too easy for him." He pauses, as the werewolves let out their growls of frustration.

"Egar began to seek out targeting other species with his trio of goblins and his undead werewolves. Their names were Everett, Elliot, and Esma. They were powerful creatures of the forest who killed anyone they wanted and/or took anything they desired. Their heinous actions made them well- feared throughout the conquered villages.

"After the decades of conquering villages throughout the country, Egar had over 100 villages all forcibly working under him and his evil group of goblins. The villages of werewolves, warlocks, wizards, vampires, and elves were forced to slave over Egar and his goblins every demand.

"Egar's circle grew, his goblins had families that spread their parents' evil acts on to the enslaved species. Two hundred years of pain and suffering has passed before the most powerful group of diverse species had come to save their people from this madness."

Mr. Fra stops, causing the room to change back to the regular dark red color that creates an uncomfortable feeling throughout the room. He turns, facing the wall behind him. I see him reach for his temple, clearly exhausted from creating such a powerful class presentation,

"That's enough for today, we'll continue later on this week. Now, I assume everyone knows where to go for their next class." Mr. Fra slowly fades from the room, which confirms my theory of him being a hybrid.

"He's a hybrid, one of the first. Pretty cool huh?" a familiar voice echoing my thoughts. I turn to see Josh, standing next to me with a smirk. I open my mouth to say something before getting push against my desk by an anger Rufus.

"What the hell did you pull?" Rufus growls out the question to me, his teeth clutching in anger. His face is so close to mine, I can feel my face heating up.

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"I don't know what you mean" I say, my eyes darting from his teeth to his eyes. I know what he is talking about but what the hell am I supposed to say?

"Rufus, knock it off!" Rufus went flying, hitting the wall. He slumps against the wall, unconscious. Even though the guy is a complete ass, I still rush over to make sure he is okay. I touch the back of his head and feel a bump. I let out a sign, then I bend down and close my eyes. I begin to whisper words my grandmother used to say to me whenever I'd fall and scrap my knee. I say them five times before I feel his bump vanish. I open my eyes to see Josh looking at Rufus with disgust and disappointment.

"He is always messing with someone, that Rufus. C'mon, let's go to our next class and you can tell me what you did there," He pulls me up to my feet and hands me my backpack.

As Josh and I walk to our next class, we talk about our lives before coming to this school. Our talk allowed me to understand the different and similar lives we lived. Josh formerly lived in a neighborhood that is strictly wizards, like I did with my elven family. His older brothers are both powerful wizards who have traveled all throughout the world, helping others with their problems. He has a lot to live up to; he says with a hint of annoyance. He came here because his magic is stronger than any other Level-4 wizard, which, he states, is a lot of other boys' dilemma here as well. He has to learn how to control it before leaving this school. As Josh shares with me about everything, I notice how excited he is. I can tell he doesn't get a lot of opportunities where he can talk about himself, so I listen with great enthusiasm.

Josh begins to tell me wizards have the power to create spells so powerful it can rewrite history. Wizards can't say spells without a wand or they can seriously hurt themselves. Their potions come with a book of side effects if not performed right. They can read minds, like vampires can do but they are unable to control them. They can fly without the use of a broom. They don't like to be confused with warlocks, which in Josh's words, are demons to their angels. Warlocks have the ability to make curses and spells without using a wand, they can control people's minds, they can't make potions, they can run really fast but they cannot fly.

"What can an elf do?" Josh asks me, looking at me with child-like curiosity.

"We are close to creatures of the forest, but we have more powers and take to the form of a human. We cast shields when frighten or if needed, we can communicate with animals if allowed, we can heal anything living, we can grow full out gardens with just our thoughts, breathe underwater, and much more that I haven't been able to access quite yet." I list our powers with pride, elves are pretty powerful despite being considered weak.

Josh's eyes lights up with awe. He begs me to grow a piece of lavender for him. I giggle as I think of a lavender. Envisioning lavender helps my power grow my plants from the palm of my hand. After a while, I hand Josh a piece of lavender. He looks it over then he laughs with glee and pockets the lavender.

"You are amazing, elfy!!!" I blush as we get to the next class.