The Servant Of Chaos (WIP-New Part Every Monday/Friday)

Chapter I | Part 1

August had greeted the world with a gray morning and cold breeze. It had been barely twenty years since the American Revolution and freedom beamed through the desolate streets of the United States. A young woman wearing a casual dress gazed out the window of the carriage she was riding, her luggage right behind her.

The horses stopped in front of the great building. The passenger stepped off the carriage, placing her luggage in the chauffeur's hands and organizing her dress.

The giant wooden doors to the Academy flew open as Synthia Claire took in a deep breath and hoped well for the beginning of her new life. Oak tiles creaked under her steps as if they were welcoming her into the grand building she entered. A peppy assistant quickly rose from her desk and trotted over with the biggest smile on her face, her voluptuous dress following after her.

"Welcome to Xanthe Academy," she chimed. "You must be Synthia, the new student."

"That's right," her mouth answered while her mind wandered along the Greco-roman decor that surrounded the inside of the place.

The peppy secretary seemed to notice because she proceeded to say, "You are of course welcome to wander the halls and get familiar with the palace, but for now you should head over to your sleeping quarters." She then handed Synthia a pair of keys and sent her off into the endless walkways the structure had to offer.

As she roamed through the torchlit halls of what appeared to be a repurposed castle, her thoughts were rampant on the delight the place gave her. Thanks to her father, a successful historian, Synthia had grown to love anything that resembled the past and its wonders, which therefore meant that she was delighted with the architecture.

While the reception was modeled around Greek and Roman styles, the halls and overall structure were what was left of a Renaissance castle replica, with pale bricks and torches lining her way into the endless rooms and staircases hidden throughout the building.

She reached the tower she was looking for, and after waiting for some students to go through, she made her way onto the spiral staircase that led to her quarters. She went up the first few steps when the corner of her eye caught a glimpse of a shadow, moving too quick to distinguish its shape but large enough to snatch her attention. As she looked around in confusion, she noticed the sound of wings flapping right outside the tower, and consequently sighted a crow perched on one of the tower's windows. The black creature seemed to stare down at her, tilting its head and holding her gaze with an almost human expression of... hate.

A passerby bumped her shoulder on his way down, making her drop her keys. She quickly grumbled some hasty apology and knelt down to pick them up, holding up her dress with her left hand. Her right hand grazed his as they both reached, and chills went up her limbs.

"I beg your pardon," she grumbled, still not looking up at him as she stood up and tried not to blush.

"No need, my lady. I should be the one apologizing since I bumped you," he responded. His voice... it echoed in Synthia's head somehow, sending chills down her spine. "Is that a hint of British I'm hearing?"

Her head tilted slightly upward, her eyes gazing into his as if watching the sun hide beneath the sea. Her eyes studied him in detail.

He wore a brown vest over a white shirt, tucked into some black linen pants. He had a firm complexion, but slim nonetheless, showing dominance in a carefully mix with delicateness.

Then her gaze took in his face. His skin was soft and delicate, his jaw was strong, and his smile shiny. Her breath shivered when she realized that his left eye was a breathtaking sky-blue that contrasted against his right one, clear brown lined with hints of yellow and green.