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Lunar Academy for the Gifted

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Eirawen let out a sigh of relief at the mention of sunscreen, a faint smile on her face. "Oh thank god...I thought that I wasn't going to be able to get any until tomorrow or so...Do they have the strongest spf?" She asked.
 
"I honestly don't know. You're the first one I've met but then again I'm somewhat new to the school. But it still wouldn't be right for them not to provide even if they only have one."
 
EIrawen smiled as the smell of food hit her. "I think we are getting close now...god it smells good. Oh and they might not have known that I was an albino when I was accepted...unless there is some sort of file on me that I don't know about...that would be creepy..." Eirawen shuddered at the thought of there being some secret file on her.
 
"It does smell good." She shrugged. "True. Guess we'll find out. First, let's fill our stomachs."
 
Eirawen smiled at Jessie before she entered the cafeteria, as soon as she saw all the people though she froze in terror. "Tthere are a lot of people here..." She said her voice quivering with fear.
 
She hugged Eirawen from behind. "It's alright. No one here is going to make fun of you sis. I won't let them, I promise you that." She smiled. "Now relax, and lets get some food."
 
Eirawen started to relax and headed to the line, she could feel people looking at her, staring at her. She was used to it, though it still made her feel like a freak, and she couldn't help but think that she was, if it had been when freak shows were around she would probably be in one of them. The albino let out a sigh as she started to get her food.
 
Jessie noticed the look on Eirawen's face and started looking around with a glare,slipping one arm around Eirawen's waist as if daring anyone to hurt Eirawen. She then gently kissed Eirawen's cheek."Just relax." She whispered
 
Eirawen turned pink as Jessie wrapped an arm around her slender waist, and when her friend kissed her cheek she turned red. "I-I will try too but now people are going to think that we are dating...." Eirawen said nervously as she got a small slice of cheese pizza, and a bowl of spaghetti. She looked around with her crimson eyes trying to find an empty table, some where they could both sit out of the sun.
 
"Would letting them think that be so bad?" She asked innocently as she helped look for an empty table
 
Eirawen blushed crimson as she tried to think of the correct response. "Nnno I-I guess not, bbut it is not true..." The albino said as she sat down, and started to eat her cheese pizza slice, and taking a sip of her drink. She hoped that she hadn't offended Jessie but the thing was that she was straight, and while Jessie was a sweet girl she didn't feel that way about her.
 
"Well for now it will do better than what they had been thinking." She smiled and started eating her sandwich.
 
"What were they thinking before? That I am a freak? I am used to people thinking that. People have always thought that of me." Eirawen said as she started on her bowl of pasta, smiling happily at the taste. "This is pretty good pasta. I wasn't expecting the food here to be so good."
 
"Well, it's time to change that outlook. We're likely going to have classes with some of these people. We don't need them thinking that about you."
 
Eirawen shrugged her shoulders as she finished off her pasta. "No need to force change onto how people think. Technically I am a freak, at least genetically. I was born without pigmentation. It isn't my fault nor was it my choice, but it is a fact of life, I can't change it so I accepted it as a fact of my life." The albino stated calmly.
 
"You're not a freak. You're just different, everyone's different in some way or another. Skin color, height, hair type.....that's what makes people unique."
 
"And yet humans fear what is different and unique, it is part of their nature. Take the salem witch trails for example, those people were mostly likely innocent but they were shunned and feared anyway, killed fro being unique. Freak shows were filled with people that were 'unique' and forced to perform. There are many more examples of people who were different being feared or persecuted. Some of those subjects are to touchy really." Eirawen said as she got up to go get some icecream.
 
Eirawen's walk to get herself an ice cream for dessert would not be spent alone, however. Since she had arrived, a young man had kept his eyes on her; Zachary Eislin, a bright-eyed youth with platinum hair, skin as dark as chocolate, and a penchant for cruelty that went well with his light-manipulating powers. And an albino? That just screamed to his darker half. Without a word to his small group of followers/cronies, he stood up, grin brighter than the sun as he followed Eirawen toward the line. "Hey there," he said cheerfully, clapping his hand down on her shoulder. It would be uncomfortable to someone with skin like his. It would burn someone with average skin. But an albino? That would be torture.
 
Eirawen's eyes widened in pain as she the man touched her shoulder, her pale skin felt like it was on fire. "LET GO OF ME!" The albino shrieked out, her voice was filled with pure agony as she struggled frantically to get away from the man. Her flesh was burning from his touch, her red eyes were tearing up with pain. "It hurts...oh god please let go of me!" Eirawen begged with the stranger, tears were streaming down her pale pretty face, and trickled down her neck. She looked around for someone to help her, though her vision was blurry from her tears, but no one seemed to be paying much attention to her and Jessie was to far away to have heard her scream.
 
Zachary laughed aloud, the laughter of the cruel, of the possibly insane, and a healthy amount of worried sniggering could be heard from the table he'd left. Meanwhile, a teacher nearby swallowed the last of his noodles, before he pushed himself to his feet. His name was Maddox. No one knew him by any other name, except occasionally Professor Maddox, or Mr. Maddox. He was unkempt to say the least, with a wrinkled, poor-looking suit, unbuttoned, and his hair was a mess. However, he was not to be underestimated, he stood up, approaching Zachary and the fallen Eirawen, Zachary merely laughing over the fallen Eirawen. This was precisely why he didn't see what was coming.

"Devil's Arithmetic: Prism," he muttered as he went, ethereal paper wrapping around his arms, an equation writing itself over both arms. Lines formed around Zachary's body, an invisible field keeping his hand from reaching Eirawen. "Scale," Maddox continued as he leisurely walked along, the cube starting to contract, Zachary's face becoming panicked. And after a short while, the cube was six inches cubed, an area not too much larger than the average human's hand. But through some form of magic, Zachary was entirely unhurt. Merely... more compact than he'd wish. "Miss, are you alright?" Maddox asked, reaching down to the fallen Eirawen, Zachary floating just above his shoulder.
 
Eirawen looked up at the stranger, a small whimper escaped her pretty lips. It was obvious that she was in a severe amount of pain, part of the flesh on her shoulder looked like it had been set on fire, a burned hand print flared against the natural pale skin on her slender shoulder. The albino managed to push herself up from the floor, took a small bowl of ice cream and poured it on her shoulder where she had been burned, wincing at the sudden change of temperature. She turned to look at the man who had saved her, a very faint smile on her face. "I-I think I will be...thank you for your help, I don't think anyone one else would have helped me expect for Jessie but she was to far away to help me..." The albino rolled her shoulder trying to forget about the pain. "Um my name is Eirawen. Um who is the guy in the cube and why did he pick on me and how did he do that...."
 
Maddox glanced back over his shoulder at the slowly spinning Zach, and he plucked him out of the air. "Consider yourself on probation young man. Cause trouble like this again, and I will personally see to it that you spend the next semester in far worse circumstances than you find yourself in right now," Maddox said. It was not a threat. It was a cool, calm, collected promise of things to come. He tossed the cube away, the magic dissipating, unfurling, causing Zach to land on the floor in a heap, normal sized. Maddox turned back to Eirawen.

"Zachary Eislin. He's a trouble-maker with the ability to use light magic. I'm afraid you're unusually susceptible because of your skin," he said crisply, reaching out to press his hand through the ice cream. "Devil's Arithmetic: Inverse," he said softly, the words writing themselves on the ethereal paper on his arms, extracting the light and radiation that had afflicted her into a small ball of energy in his palm. It then dissipated. His hand, however, lingered on her shoulder perhaps a moment longer than it should have, sliding off of her shoulder slowly. "Are you going to be alright? I'm one of the teachers; Mr. Maddox, or simply Maddox if you prefer," he said with as close of a kind smile as he could manage. He was an odd-looking man, really, up close. His eyes were plagued with sleep starvation, heavy bags under his eyes, though he seemed alert.
 
Eirawen let out a sigh of annoyance with a little bit of sadness. “So he picked on me because he knew my condition would make his power more painful. I don't get it...I thought that I would be safe here...I guess I expected too much.” The albino said with sorrow. She really had hoped that she would be safe here, that things would be different, a small tear trickled down her face, a tear of sorrow, but she quickly wiped it away.

Eirawen let out a small gasp as the light magic exited her body, it still astounded her that people could use magic here, something that she believed was impossible until she had met Jessie. She started to feel uncomfortable when the man kept his hand on her slender shoulder longer than what was needed, it really made her uncomfortable, she was still a virgin and she was defiantly not used to being touched that way. “I-I think I will be fine, um thank you Mr. Maddox. Um do you have something that I can use to wipe of the ice cream? Or else my shoulder will become sticky...” The albino asked, staring into his eyes.
 
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