My hands were shaking and my knees felt weak. The truth was, I had wanted to be enrolled in the School of Death ever since I had found out about my magic. Who wouldn’t want to be a necromancer? There were so many powerful Death Spells that I had heard of. And of course, I could use spells from other branches of magic, but using a card from your own school seemed like it would have much more of an effect.
My fingertips gently landed on the globe, and then my palm rested on it as well. I was still nervous, of course, but I could do this. You don’t care, Jordan.
The globe lit up, sparks sizzling in a pattern I didn’t recognize, which was the problem. See, the globe emits a certain color and certain sparks that belong to a certain kind of magic. That’s how you know what school you are in.
The sparks coming from the globe were not from the Death School.
- Part 1 of It’s your friendly neighborhood Diviner
31 Oct 2017
He'd trade his guns for love
But he's caught in the crossfire
And he keeps waking up
But it's not to the sound of birds
The tyranny, the violent streets
Deprived of all that we're blessed with
And we can't get enough
Rowan Hanes woke up on her sixteenth birthday with no parents, no friends, and lots of scars. Crossfire wasn't perfect, but considering that her life had been one tragedy after another, she'd take him. What she didn't count on was public attention, supervillains, and maybe even the Avengers themselves. She certainly did not expect for people to think Crossfire could become a New Avenger.
She definitely did not expect her past to come chasing after her.
15 Sep 2017
Ren didn't even bother to cover her ears as the alarms went off, set on strangling the woman on the catwalk above her.
"You," she growled, as soon as Kahalla was in her range of sight. "I will fucking murder you."
Kahalla looked amused. "You? But you're just a cub. A runt. Tell me, Lauren, how do you plan on outsmarting me this time?"
Ren reached up to clutch the side of the catwalk, attempting to swing herself upwards. Kahalla was right, she thought, as she hauled herself overboard. I'm weak.
Kahalla was getting farther away, the click clack of her shoes ticking Ren off more by the second. The lieutenant stood up, vengeance in her blood. "Wait one moment."
The woman turned, just enough to look Lauren Chapel in the eyes. "What exactly do you plan on doing?" She said calmly, arrogance glittering in the dark pupils of her eyes.
Ren raised her arm. "Look out evil... It's my fist."