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V. Dante Replies
Clodagh began coughing and brought a hand to where Andrei had been choking her. She looked up at the werewolf who was howling in pain due to the large icicle that had impaled his shoulder. Clodagh looked over at Fidelia, who was now on one knee with her head bowed down, and saw that Aiden was no longer under her spell of gravity. "Ai Aiden " She coughed as she tried to breathe and fill her lungs with air, "Aiden .are you okay? What's going on?"
Aiden slowly stood up, trembling from the pain and pressure his body had felt under Fidelia's spell. He pointed over to Dante who was now standing by the roof stop entrance with his hand extended out towards Andrei. A soft, blue light was wrapped around Dante's hand, and both Aiden and Clodagh realized that it was Dante who saved them with a frost spell. "Look Dante!"
Clodagh looked towards the direction Aiden was pointing at as she slowly stood up. Her eyes widened, and she smiled at the sight of Dante. He really did come an
IV. The First Strike
Clodagh took a deep puff of her cigarette as she leaned against the wall of the Dormitory building. She was a chain smoker who smoked several times a day since cigarettes didn't cause any harm to her body due to her Kelpie regenerative abilities. However, ever since Clodagh met Dante, she had been cutting down. She knew that smoking would be a turn off to anyone, and she certainly didn't want to disgust Dante. He really didn't mind Clodagh smoking, but still, she felt the need to at least try and not smoke as much. She took a deep breath and exhaled the smoke out from her lungs and spoke, "I'm starving, I haven't eaten anything all day."
"Me too!" Aiden waved his hand in the air, brushing away the smoke that happened to make its way towards him, "So hurry up and finish so we can go get food!"
Clodagh took one last puff and tossed the cigarette on the ground. She quickly rummaged through her bag to make sure she had everything she needed. "Phone... wallet crap " She spoke as s
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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