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After a few hours
Emily was about to faint from exhaustion. It was so much different from her old school; it was almost two, and she hadn’t had her launch yet. She spent about five hours straight shifting between the halls, learning all about magic in another language; she couldn’t have it at all, and every teacher told her that they would talk about it with her at the end of the day. She felt suffocating; her headache was now unbearable; she breathed finally with relief when Lydia told her that this was the time for their first break, which was about two hours; she could eat or take a nap; she could do whatever she wanted.
Emily walked in a gloomy mood in the hallway with the others, who were glowing, like they were full of energy.
Lydia put her arm around Emily’s shoulder. Before she could speak, Emily said, "Can’t we just skip school?" She thought she said it as a wispier, but it looked like plenty of people caught it. Then Lydia said, "I know you're bored, kid, but we’re about to get all the fun in the second period."
Emily's eyes sparkled with hope as she said, "Why, what will we do?"
Lydia said, wiggling her eyebrows, "Magic battles, my favourite; we’re about to kick some asses."
Emily’s eyelids slid down to show how pissed she was, then she said, "Seriously, are you kidding me?" Then she ran her hand through her hair as she said in a very annoyed tone, "What kind of a hell hole is it? You guys are missing tonnes of real fun."
Then a loud male voice said "Oh yeah, and what's the real fun you have in your pocket, half witch?"
Emily would take that as a real question if Lydia didn’t tell her what a ‘half witch" word meant; she felt so offended as the word was made to mock weak witches such as Emily now.
Emily had something against bullying; she wasn’t a good girl back in her school, but she had never been a bully, and she hated it when she felt weak, so letting someone bully her wasn’t one of her options; she preferred to be a gangster instead; that was the No. 1 rule in Mark's guidebook for her.
Emily turned to him to pick a fight; that would be better than what she felt now, but when she looked at the pale-skinned boy, she couldn’t be mad at him; he was handsome and pretty at the same time; with his baby blue eyes, he had an angelic face in Emily’s side of view, but as the rest laughed at his ‘half witch word, her devil side seemed to take control, and she said with her (not yet here) famous sarcastic tone, "I’m sure even if I explain it, you won’t get it, kid.
The boy caught the sarcastic tone, but Lydia said in warning, " Aiden, don’t forget you’re in the witches’ quarter."
Emily and Aiden kept looking at each other as a hidden line connected them to each other, and suddenly Aiden walked to Emily, offering her his hand, and then he said, "Do you wanna try what I had in mine?"
Emily couldn’t move her eyes from Aiden’s and slowly gave him her hand, and out of the blue, his white-like snow wings were spread wide as he pulled Emily to him with both his arms around her waist as he said in her ear as he smirked, "Hold tight."
The next thing was Emily screaming loudly as she felt the cold air brushing her face and hair, and now Aiden was flying with her above the clouds.
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In the great hall next to the school building, a heavy metal building was built specifically for the wolves' hard training, and it is sometimes used for major competitions. Eric was standing with his beta, Tom, and several of their other friends when they all caught the screams outside.
Although the screaming was a natural thing, it mostly happened once or twice a day, especially at the beginning of the second period, because it is the period of fights, and it is easy for a fight to break out between two people who are supposed to compete today. This eventually leads to some screaming, either for fear of a fight or out of enthusiasm.
But this time, it was different. Eric's wolf moved and pushed Eric out of the hall. And as soon as his feet stepped outside, his eyes did not miss seeing a flying angel, and in his hands was ..... Emily.
And before Eric could give any reaction, Aiden disappeared from the place with Emily as quickly as they appeared, flying through the clouds as they took off together to the top.
Emily arrived with Eric on a high hill. It was close to a very magnificent palace, and Emily did not see anything like its beauty, not even in fairy tales.
Emily looked at the place with her mouth open and eyes wide in astonishment and said, "Wow, I can breathe."
Aiden was relaxing by a tree looking at Emily, who was looking around in amazement, and as she started to move, he said warningly, "Be careful; your wolf will not be able to save you if you fall from here."
Emily looked at the ground inquiringly. Aidan said, "Not all clouds here are ground, since angels don't usually walk."
Emily turned to him, raising her eyebrows, then said, "Oh, so you're an angel."
Aiden raised his eyebrows as well, then said, "Do you have any doubts about that?"
Emily giggled while she couldn't help but tease him, then said, "I feel like I can trust you."
Aiden smirked at her, but Emily continued before he could say anything, "But I feel like I'm going to regret it, too."
Aiden patted the spot next to him and said, while grining, "Welcome to the club."
And before Eric could give any reaction, Aiden disappeared from the place with Emily as quickly as they appeared, flying through the clouds as they took off together to the top.
Emily arrived with Eric on a high hill. It was close to a very magnificent palace, and Emily did not see anything like its beauty, not even in fairy tales.
Emily looked at the place with her mouth open and eyes wide in astonishment and said, "Wow, I can breathe."
Aiden was relaxing by a tree looking at Emily, who was looking around in amazement, and as she started to move, he said warningly, "Be careful; your wolf will not be able to save you if you fall from here."
Emily looked at the ground inquiringly. Aidan said, "Not all clouds here are ground, since angels don't usually walk."
Emily turned to him, raising her eyebrows, then said, "Oh, so you're an angel."
Aiden raised his eyebrows as well, then said, "Oh, did you just find out?"
Emily giggled while she couldn't help but tease him, then said, "I feel like I can trust you."
Aiden smirked at her, but Emily continued before he could say anything, "But I feel like I'm going to regret it, too."
Aiden patted the spot next to him and said, while grining, "Welcome to the club."
Despite the extremely fast-paced relationship that developed between Aiden and Emily, Emily felt that she had known him for ages, and it seemed to Aiden that he was feeling comfortable around Emily as well, which was quite the opposite of the first moment the two were trying to pick a fight.
After Emily sat next to Aiden, there was a comfortable silence between them that lasted for a minute or two at most before Aidan broke it, saying, "So what kind of witch are you?"
She did not know what to say to him; there was a sweet feeling inside her about Aiden already, but she was afraid that it would give the queens a hard time, as this is her first day among everyone here, so she shrugged and said, "I do not know. I have not mastered any spells since the morning. I walked on carpets of failure."
Aiden just nodded while Emily closed her eyes and rested her head on the tree. She sighed deeply and said, "It's been a very stressful day."
"Half a day, to be clear," Aidan corrected.
Emily didn't answer him; there was a strange feeling of bitterness rising in her throat. She wanted to cry; she's usually not that emotional, and she'd hardly cried before, but something about this place was playing with her emotions; it was playing with her.
Aiden seems to understand how much pressure she is going through, so he preferred to remain silent rather than tease her again, and with the relief that Emily felt from this calm and fresh air, she drifted into a deep sleep.
All Emily could feel next were two hands wrapping around her and someone whispering in her ear to let her rest.
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