Pythier Scwazen Academy: The Powerful Princess

Chapter 1: The Beginning

Finley's POV

This is utterly peculiar. 'Where am I?' I thought to myself as I unravel my eyes towards the light that pierced through my shut eyes. I can't even feel my feet on the ground. Well, that's because I am floating, and as anyone else would, I felt outright confused. I am floating in empty space like some kind of naive and clueless spaceman who obliviously just decided to leave his rocket without any suit and oxygen that would keep him alive.

As I find myself floating into the dark matter, the flash of light that came out of nowhere which dazzled me to open my eyes felt like it was strangely meant to appear for me. I then naturally and thoroughly gaze at it even though it was very blinding and witnessed a very outlandish apparition of myself getting fiercely stabbed in my heart. As I watch it, I can feel a slightly sharp pain in my chest like I am faintly feeling the stab myself.

This is awfully daunting to have seen my very self, dying in front of me. It felt like an odd sense of déjà vu. It seems life-like like I have seen a fragment of my memory and trust me, I am a very forgetful person. This made me think if I might be dead and this is the afterlife because I can't remember something like that happening. Wouldn't that make sense? No living soul would have to know what the spirit world really looks like and this might be it; me floating around in some type of a dark matter witnessing how I died on earth. I might see God any moment now if this was heaven and I have a long list of questions I'd like to ask him; I mean who wouldn't have questions, right?

Setting aside that thought, I still can't get over what I saw. I mean that was me for crying out loud! I didn't even know who stabbed me and why could have he or she done that! Split seconds later, I am starting to feel the sharp pain more intensely and I am perturbed with whatever is happening to me right now. I started to scream. I bawled my lungs out but I couldn't even hear my own voice! My eyes closed moments later and I fell unconscious.

"Mr. Davis!!" I suddenly heard a voice called. As I returned back to my consciousness, I saw who it was. It was my cranky biology teacher and she is shouting very loudly at me. I look around and I am actually inside our classroom. I guess it was just a very weird dream; a very lifelike dream.

"Why are you sleeping in my class?! You know that that is strictly against my rules! You are in big trouble, mister; Get Out!" grouchy, old Ms. Sanchez hollered at me with her brows meeting very closely in the middle of her forehead like Oscar the grouch from the Sesame Street. She does look like him though and I am not kidding; plus they both constantly shout and argue with people every moment they get. For all I know, Miss Sanchez might be the inspiration for the green, furry monster.

I quickly picked up my bag and walked out of the classroom. I can't help but noticed my classmates staring at me as if I did a very terrible thing in there and like I'm some type of alien or something. Because of that, it feels like I have awoken into a whole new reality. I mean, my dream felt very real that it felt like it was the real world where I was originally in. Yup, it's literally that uncanny. It still confuses the bejeezus out of me!

I stood in the hallway to wait for the bell to ring as the lunch break sits twenty-five minutes away. Two minutes into standing out there felt like two hours and I cannot go on any longer. So, I started walking and saw the library at the end of the hallway. For me, reading is one of the perfect ways to pass time and I could use it for now. I love reading but am only engrossed with the fictional ones as it takes me to places out of my reach. Anything besides fiction will make my head hurt. Although, the obligation of studying made me appreciate some non-fictional books that actually helped me gain more knowledge that I could really use in real life.

I entered the library and there was no one in sight but the geeky librarian who's fast asleep on his desk. His snore echoes in the room and I can't help but chuckle lightly to myself. I shut the door behind me so I could use the private space I will be having all to myself before the bell rings.

"Romance, Nah, Science books, too geeky, Math, definitely not, my head has already gone through enough headache today. Where is the Fiction section??" I muttered to myself as I choose from the tons of books organized on the shelves.

Nothing caught my interest until I found a strange book with mysterious ciphers engraved on the side of the book. As I pulled it out, it was covered in dust. I opened it up and found nothing written on the pages. As I scan thoroughly for the pages, I found a distinct page that is nothing like the other blank ones. It was a black-colored page with different sets of symbols which is kinda weirding me out. I touched the page with the tip of my finger; I feel like I am being drawn to it in some way and suddenly, a cloud of gas appeared out of nowhere, making me feel drowsy. Everything around me felt like they were turning as I stand still and everything is blurring out. The room was getting gloomier and my eyes slowly shut closed.

As I gain back my consciousness.