Iridescent

1| Welcome to Phoenix Academy

If I could ever describe how big the school is, then it was with my wide and open mouth.

I might be exaggerating with my gaping mouth and all but... it's massive. No kidding.

I was nervous, for sure. New environment, new unwritten school rules that I obliviously (and probably unwisely) ignore... but I was excited. Who cares about the rules that might be ridiculous in the first place? All I really wanted to do was stay under the radar and survive.

The grass fields stretched, mowed to perfection without a single weed inching from between. Students chattered, sitting with their friends, comparing their schedules as their weapons glistened in the sun.

My awe expression faltered. I wish I had friends like that.

Shaking off my thoughts, I trotted along. The architecture were old, full of brick, modernised with glass that surrounded them. I passed under an archway, dodging a group of boys who were talking about joining clubs.

Welcome to Phoenix Academy, my friends.

A girl passed me with a double-blade attached on their backs, clunking with each step she took. I gave a sly peek, sparing an admiring glance at my own weapon.

Reflecta.

It was light, fitted snuggly in it's stealth with the colour of fog, shimmering ever slightly in light azure. I wrapped my hand around it's hilt, and felt my insides settle.

As I hopped a step down, I took a corner turn... never in my life did I expect to bump into something that sturdy.

Was that a brick wall?

I held my forehead, wincing as I looked up. The boy was taller than me. When he staightened himself up, he had proven himself to be... much taller than me. His balled his fists, his face twisting into a scowl.

I inhaled a shaky breath.

"Look who we have here!" He grabbed my sleeve and my heart leaped from my throat from the unfamiliar contact. He threw me roughly to the side but thankfully, I stumbled to a recovery.

Should I let this go?

Nope.

"Do I know you?" I said, my tone edged with challenge and hostility. Being completely honest, this guy seemed awfully dramatic. Look who we have here? Um... your worst nightmare?

He widened his scowl into a devilish grin. "Now you do."

His friends' laughters were his battle music, and I was thrown off guard when he threw a punch toward my face. I dodged to the side, but his fist scraped my cheeks.

I staggered, tripping myself into a red bush.

Students already began to gather around us. I could hear their murmurs as I shook off the leaves and branches. The boy pulled out his saber with a shing.

"Yo! It's a fight, come watch!"

Let's be honest, why do people get excited with murder? I guess as long as someone else was the victim.

I'm no victim.

I quickly entangled myself from the bush, patting off my sleeves. My stomach did somersaults and it was clear no one was going to help me off with this situation.

One-on-one combats between students were common practice in our world. And it can be hard to identify who was a bully or a respectful opponent.

He aimed his saber at me, the sharp edge blinked in the sun.