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    Angel gasped as Spheria let her long robe fall to the ground. Spheria averted the red eyes, refusing to meet the young girl's gaze, but Angel was too busy staring at the form that had changed in front of her.    Spheria's childlike figure seemed so different without her baggy robe. She was tall and slim, with a form-fitting black gown. Her robust chest barely fit into the dress, bursting out of the top. Her arms were hidden by long black and purple gloves that had the tips cut out for her fingers. Her hands however, instead of ending in finger nails, were tipped off with dark claws. Her shoulders, neck, chest, and areas of her dress that

    Tairia gently led Angel down yet another hall in the long base. Exhaustion was weighing on every step that Angel took. The two had been navigating through the halls, Tairia attempting to get Angel to her room. However, Angel was worn out, and had never walked before. Tairia was now holding Angel's arm, helping to keep her up and guide her. The two struggled up a flight of stairs, before entering another large hallway.    Angel gazed at the hall, which was adorned with draping tapastries. The floor was a warm gold, and the roof loomed high overhead, the beams balanced in a gothic style. Angel was so busy admiring the beauty of the hall,

    "Six! Wake up! Are you alright?" Tairia's voice echoed around her, and Six opened her eyes. Above her loomed Tairia's concerned face, which instantly turned to relief as Six began to pull herself into a sitting position and rub her wrists, which were no longer tied down. The man stood behind Tairia, scribbling down notes before stopping to push up his rectangular glasses.    "Tairia, don't get yourself too excited. She still hasn't even passed the test yet. So calm down... sheesh... such a bother."    Tairia rolled her eyes at the brown-haired man, before quietly telling Six, "Don't mind Cheren. He's been grumpy ever since he found out

    "Laura next to Collin!" the teacher called out.    Collin groaned inwardly, and kissed his "girlfriend", Bailey, on the cheek, before making his way down the alley of the bus. He found the spot where Mr. Edwards had assigned him to sit. He was about to sit down before a familiar voice next to him quietly stated, "That's my spot." Standing next to him was Laura, a girl he used to know better than anyone else. She refused to meet his eye as she repeated simply, "That's my spot. I always sit next to the window." Without waiting for a response, she squeezed by him, and scooted into the seat so that she was next to the window. Collin stared

  The two people lead Six to down a hall to yet another room. The purple haired girl, who was standing next to Six, smiled kindly at Six. "Sorry if Pixius scared you at all... he's very... er, strange about his science, and he has only really had one success before you."    Six gazed up at the girl. She wore a long, white coat like the others, but she wore large, awkward glasses that were tapped at the nose and her kept her long purple hair pony-tailed back. Six felt much more comfortable around this girl compared to the others, especially Pixius. "T-thank you," Six murmured.    The girl smiled again. "I'm Tairia, in case you ever want to..

    Six sat on the exposed table, huddled up and shivering, as the people who had been talking among themselves now ventured curiously toward the girl. The short fat man and the larger man that Spheria had called Giovanni stood in front of six.    "Dr. Pixius, do you think that she is truely ready?" asked the tough looking balding man. "You believed that so many of the others were ready. Big waste of money, if you ask me..."     The little fat man, Dr. Pixius, snorted loudly, before boasting loudly. "Do not fear, sir." Pixius put much emphasis on the 'sir', as if he didn't really believe Giovanni to be his leader. "Those failures were not a

Part 1 Chapter 1    Her head pounded in her ears as she continued to dodge the blows that her rival threw at her. Her strength was waning, her moves became more and more jerky. She moved uncoordinatedly as another thorned tentacle flew by her. She winced as a spike scrapped her cheek. Flapping her wings furiously, she flipped through the air, gripping her super-sensitive ears protectively. She opened her lips, preparing her body for another spell, the only weapon she had against the creature in the shade. The moment the first wave left her tongue, she could see the creature convulse violently. Before she could blink, or even take a breath,