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ALodia was wandering around the school curious as well as resentful, the school was in ruins ready at anytime to fall down, she knew the staff worked hard to keep the school going or try to return the building to its former glory but that could never happen, looking at the ruins of once a beauty her heart ached.

She climbed the staircase slowly, taking her time to study the school as she turned a corner she saw a boy probably her age on the rail ready to jump. "Hey are you insane!" She shouted running fast, stupid kids she thought, if he wanted to commit suicide, he should do it when she's not there but now that she's a witness she wouldn't let it, they probably blame it on her.

(Totally sorry)

Vesta knew what she should have been doing that day, but like always she did what she wanted to do instead. Making one mistake every once in a while was fine, but when someone always decided to do the wrong thing, it wasn't. Vesta was fine with that. She knew everyone else would do the same and she didn't feel like being a good girl that day. Her heels gripped her feet so tight that she felt like it was some type of karma for not doing the right thing, but she was use to that. The sweat trickling down her back made Vesta want to sprint to her dorm and take off the tight pastel blue dress she wore and change into something lighter. But instead, she turned down the hallway beginning to run for no reason at all. Maybe she was afraid someone saw what she did and was following her, but she knew no one did. She swallowed hard and turned her head around to make sure no one was. Nothing was there. Before she could turn her head around she hit hard against a cold wall. With a shudder, Vesta went pale and swore under her breath.

After trailing down a hallway a bit more, Vesta decided she'd go to see the nurse. She didn't remember where the room was, so she began to wonder around. When she came across the staircase leading upstairs she realized a boy was there. Maybe he would know. But what was he doing? It looked very dangerous, and kind of in a odd way, fun.

"Um," Vesta began, not sure what to say. "What are you doing?"

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(Thanks guys won't make the same mistake again)

Vesta glanced over the girl with her eyes. She knew who the boy was, but did that girl? The Weapon couldn't die, although she knew the fall wouldn't kill him, just maybe really hurt him. But she could always use the earth to make the fall less painful, or just, you know, let him do what he wanted. So she began to walk up the steps a bit more, wincing as she went. What the hell? Why did the people who built this disgusting castle have to make the walls so hard? Her tiny stomach was grumbling, her head was pounding, she was worried about what she did, or didn't do, and she wasn't sure if she was about to witness the most important person in the school get a serious painful injury. But she wasn't focused on that, she was focused on herself. A piece of paper was in the pocket of her dress. It was her dorm number and a drawing she sketched earlier that day of a tree crushing Hans. It made her laugh, but she wanted it to be a reality. The piece of paper flew out of her pocket without her realizing it. She kept walking up the steps, glancing at the boy ever so often to make sure he didn't fall. It felt like a hundred mile hike, although it was barely 25 steps.

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"Look" she started to say but faltered she understood part of what he was facing, the burden, the expectation of everyone around you. She had heard of him though she hadnt seen him before but have heard the whispers he was supposed to be the weapon.
She felt pity for him understanding what it feels like, but before she could say anything he jumped. Now alodia was definately angry what if something happen to him and they blamed it on her she thought worridely she wasnt neccessarliy worried about the boy more like worried about herself, she already had a bad report and didnt want to get expelled even though she hate the school, she glance at the other girl who was walking down the stairs and was about to follow her and maybe freeze the boy in the air but a papper on the floor caught her eyes, she picked it up.

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Vesta, always thinking about herself, didn't glance at the boy. She was too focused about the pain in her forehead. When she got to the top of the staircase, she looked at the two people. She couldn't help but think about what the old castle use to look like. Was it painted a pastel blue color like her dress? Or was it flower wallpaper? Vesta imagined Elsa walking around the palace. She had been in the library earlier that day and when she looked back on it she wondered who else had picked up that novel. I'll know one day, she thought. I'll know everything when that tree crushes Hans and ends his life. .

Vesta was nervous about being around the Weapon. She had seen him before in the hallways, but she always seemed to get him mixed up with other people. Was this even the Weapon? Or was it one of the boys in the hallway that she had mistaken him for? Well those questions would be answered later. First she needed to go to the nurse and get her head checked.

Alodia ran down the stairs, she passed the other girl on the way she looked in pain but she ran by thinking of herself, She glared angrily at him giving the weapon a death stare, her anger was such that her hands curled into a fist wanting to hit something.
She took a calming breath, "are you effing...., no have you lost your mind!" she half screamed,"i dont know what you think you are, but if suicide is what youre looking for, look for it somewhere else" she said giving him a disgusted look. She didnt care of the reason he jumped, she just care of not getting into troubl.

Vesta couldn't stop herself from being so blunt, not even if she tried.

"You are the weapon, right?" She asked not making eye contact.

She was too embarrassed to look him in the eye. God, she hoped he wasn't. But if she was she knew she would turn red. Would he hate her for not knowing that it was him? But even she had no idea why she was so nervous. She heard he was a decent guy, but maybe that wasn't true. He seemed kind of suicidal.

Alodia let out a frustrated shout, she should leave she thought but if she did she would be worried on what happen to him, she gave him a glare to his smile, still clutching the drawing she thought fell off the girl she walked downstairs to the sound of the girl.

Vesta looked at the Weapon with her face all red and embarrassed. Did he actually want her to call him that?

"Oh, um, okay, 'Wonderous Heroness of Awesomeness and Nothing but Wonderfulness'," she said, messing up the name.

Her face was concerned then. He didn't seem in pain, but maybe he was hiding it to impress the other girl. She didn't really know.

"Did that hurt, sir? I mean, um, 'Wonderfulness Awesome Hero of Awesome'."

Vesta didn't understand herself why she was shaking. Maybe being in the same room of the person that would one day kill the evil self centered Hans made her nervous.

She laughed out loud at the ridiculous name, glancing at the girl did she just call him that, she didn't give a shit that he was the weapon and didn't see anything special in him. "I believe this is yours", she said to the girl giving her the fallen paper.

Alodia knew that look, she saw the same the look on her sister face and knew it was best not to stop them, let them learned and she hoped he breaks leg in the process literally.
"I hope you know what you're doing, superman" she said to the weapon disdainfully.

Vesta blushed, like all girls would. She was still shocked that she actually meant him. But instead of replying, she and her pretty little face went down the second floor hallway. She was still searching for the nurses office, but by the time she found it the ache in her head had went away. She thought of the Weapon the entire day and the other girl. But when her friends found her and dragged her outside the castle she forgot. Her friends could do that. She wasn't sure what had happened at the staircase, but she knew that the Weapon had told her to call him. Did he actually mean that? She would never know, unless she actually did call.

Alodia was glad the guy was going away, she snorted when he told them to call him, forgetting the paper in her hand she gave a farewell to the other girl deciding to go bed.

Alise was done her classes for the day. Finally. It had seemed to take forever, an endless drone of teachers talking and then calling on her every time to answer a question (they always picked her. Every time. Most of them, at least, some would only pick her a little bit more than the other students. But most persisted in asking her questions). Unfortunately for her, she'd nearly fallen asleep in science class (they'd been talking about the photosynthesis of a certain type of plant, or some other topic). She'd hadn't known the answer, but luckily she had perked up at the sound of her name and had bluffed her way through it.

In English, she was rather ashamed to say she hadn't even tried. That was one of the teachers who called on her less than usual, and she'd had a book hidden under her desk the entire class, reading. It wasn't the greatest book, a rather trashy romance novel (one of those ones with a shirtless guy on the cover, and with a dreadful title like "Sunset Dreams,") but it was better than listening to the teacher talk.

Currently, she was heading up to her dorm with her rather large stack of books, hoping to get to dinner early. She had her biology textbook, the aforementioned romance novel, another novel she'd finished during lunch, her diary journal (safely tucked inside the biology textbook) and a couple books on manners and foreign trade policies that had been pressed upon her by various staff members throughout the day.

Her hair was down, as she usually wore it, because her neck was always cold. Always. Came with being an Isen, she supposed. She hated wearing her hair up, although everyone insisted she looked wonderful in dreadful braided and curled updos that took a couple hours out of her morning routine to get right. She preferred it down.

She was wearing a silver headband (Isen colour, as it was regulation to wear something of your colour), and a blue dress she was rather fond of because it swished when she walked. A grey cardigan, of course, to keep her arms warm, and black flats. She'd opted out of heels for today, because her feet were still aching from when she'd tried to wear ridiculously high ones a few days ago.

Okay, so he hadn't been trying to ditch all of his classes, but it just sort of... happened. The teachers would blame it on laziness, but come tomorrow morning, Dec's eyes would be red and he'd sneeze every couple of minutes, convincing them that oh no, that poor boy, of course it wasn't laziness, it was just bad luck that the kid had had a recurring cold for the past six months. These were the days you appreciated the art of being a con. The tricks up your sleeves which could distort the truth, which, after all, was purely circumstantial. His reputation was what kept the others from ratting, that and Orion, who everyone was still vaguely terrified of, although in reality, both Dec and Orion were simply good-looking boys who knew full well of their comely physicality and gave everyone hell by flaunting it.

And flaunting it he was. His hair was hopelessly messy, but in the way that made girls and guys alike want to run their fingers through the gold and make what sense they could out of it, the blue eyes always laid-back, sparkling with lazy mischief. He was wearing faded jeans, a dark red shirt which had splotches of brown thanks to the couple of times he'd absentmindedly set it on fire, gray sneakers, and yet the carelessness, the messed up hair, the old, ratted clothing only added to sharpen his natural good looks, the haphazardly hidden muscles, the brightness of his smile, even when there was nothing to smile at.

He was leaning on a pillar right by the staircase, dozing off, when he heard footsteps, footsteps which were too heavy to be one of the students which meant shit, it was a guard. According to the rosters, Dec was currently in the dorm room, slurping pitifully on chicken noodle soup with a 102 degree fever. Well, a man had to what he had to do. And in this case, it was causing a little spark of electricity to go shooting from his finger to the banister the guard was holding, hearing the yelp of pain at the shock and using that time to race down the first set of stairs.

God, the stairs were a mess. It came in handy at times because wood burned easily, and yet today was one of the days Dec would have appreciated a staircase not overrun with fallen beams and wooddust everywhere. He needed a quick escape. Perhaps he would find a windowseat and take a nap. Classes didn't get out for another twenty minutes, surely he could be hidden away in some nice nook until dinner. The thoughts raced through his head as he stood on the steps for a second, brow slightly furrowed, before the eyebrows raised slightly at the sight of her.

The princess. Of course. He'd heard of her many times, but rather unlike most, it seemed she preferred to alone-- either that or the teachers wanted her to stay away from the rest of the students. Unlike Orion, Dec was less than smitten with the princess, to put it mildly. C'mon, if people thought Dec was the son of a duke from the neighboring country, practically anyone could pass for a princess, if they knew just how. He had seen the pictures, and yet her gait still seemed forced. There was a weariness in her eyes which never seemed to be drawn into the portraits. Her hair was not up in an elaborate updo but fell in ripples at her shoulders. And her face was almost completely hidden (save the eyes) by the ridiculous stack of books she was carrying. And was that... Dec took a moment to squint, oh yes, that most definitely was a little paperback novel titled Forbidden Twilight tucked between the foreign policy and the biology textbooks she was carrying.

His grin grew almost imperceptibly. Why don't we get acquainted, your highness?

Alise peered around her stack of books carefully, wondering who the footsteps she heard on the stairs could belong to. Most of the school still had classes, and those lucky enough to have a spare currently seemed to be already in the dining hall. So who could this be?

She didn't recognize the boy immediately. She must have only seen him once or twice. Wolff. Eirik Wolff, she'd heard his name was. She'd never been formally introduced, but, well, about a year ago her dormmates simply wouldn't stop talking about the new boy Eirik's... Well, everything, really. Hair, eyes... Teenage girls would talk about anything with stars in their eyes. Anyway, she thought he might be in her math class. Maybe English, too. They were the same age, after all, so she assumed they shared at least a few classes. They'd never spoken as far as she could recall, however, so she continued walking.

Until she tripped. Unable to see where she was going all that well behind her stack of books, she missed the beam that was lying at the foot of the stairs. Her shoes didn't help, either. They looked better than her other flats, but they slipped easily, and after tripping, well... She ended up flat on her face, books everywhere.

The recognition flickered in her eyes, as did a slight blush, which only heightened the confidence Dec felt. He was good at this, at playing the desirable young male specimen all cooed at, gushed about. Rosy peaches transformed into overripe tomatoes thanks to his magic. He sensed the trip before she took the step. The eyes trying to peer over and put a name to his face so preoccupied they failed to notice the beam which jutted out, adding another step before the first stair ever reached her foot. He leaned forward, his mouth ready to call out but by then she had crashed and everything went soaring.

The need to help, oh, who was he kidding, the need to show off came into the play the moment the feet faltered and then flew along with all the books, the princess sprawled out several feet away from the scene of the accident as Dec slid gracefully down the bannister, touching off lightly, in complete juxtaposition with the princess who had faceplanted so awkwardly onto the distasteful rotting beams of wood in front of her.

He sweeped up the books quickly, the weight seeming not to strain him at all and balancing the books in one hand, he offered his other hand to the princess oh my god if Orion was here he would kill to be Dec, trying to take advantage of his wind powers to impress the true heir to the throne, that little asshole.

"Careful there, Belle. There's enough clutter here and we don't want your teeth to be added to this collection, do we?" It was a collision of fairy tales, Dec's reference to the princess from The Beauty and the Beast unfit for the part he was playing, living up to the name of Prince Charming, or maybe he was the beauty, and she was the beast. The words came out in the same manner the boy carried himself, smooth, relaxed, pleasant, the grace and charm enough to make anyone's cheeks turn just a little pink.

She started to push herself off the floor before she noticed him standing there. There was... Simply no way he could've walked down the stairs that fast. And she hadn't passed out had she? No, she was fairly sure she hadn't. He must have used the bannister, or something of that sort.

She felt her cheeks turn pink as she accepted his hand to pull herself up. Had she really just face-planted into a pile of rotting wood? Disgusting. And she'd done it in front of someone... At least it was only one person, not an entire hallway of people. That, at least was good. She carefully picked a piece of wood from her hair that had somehow gotten tangled when she'd gone flying. She hoped absentmindedly that there wasn't more in there, and she didn't look like some sort of tree spirit, or a moose with antlers.

She breathed in, trying to come up with some sort of reply as she held out her hand for her books. "Belle? I have to say I'm flattered. Whether you're comparing me to the princess, or the French adjective, I suppose I'll have to take that as a compliment?"

His grip on her hand was firm, confident, as Dec drew the princess up and flashed her a smile, releasing his grip and reaching up to her shoulder to lightly brush off the dust and splintered wood pieces on her arm.

He took a couple steps back up the stairs with the books in hand, contemplating giving them back before remembering about Forbidden Twilight and changing his mind, discreetly shifting the books so they were clearly out of her reach while looking at her frame with his blue eyes.

He could play Prince Charming, if that was what she wanted. Light flirting, easy words, easy smiles, loosen up, have some fun while you're here, Dec he said to himself as the princess tried to recover from the fall by laughing it off. "You can take it however you want, sweetheart," Dec replied with a cheeky wink, expertly pretending not to notice the outstretched hand.

"That's a rather impressive collection of books you were carrying. Was it worth the fall, princess?" He asked smoothly as he read the cover of the book at the top of the stack with feigned interest. A Brief Historie of the Main Exports and Imports of Arendelle and the Countries of its Trade, it read. Haha, brief. This textbook was well over a thousand pages long. He looked up from the cover and stared, blue eyes into brown, before gesturing in her direction, saying, "If it's of any interest to your queenly dignity, you have several woodchips still stuck in your hair."

She felt him grip her hand and pull her to her feet, and she somehow managed to not stumble as he did so. Then he brushed wood chips off her shoulder, and she began to wonder if she was completely covered in wood chips. She wouldn't look, though. She'd rather be covered in wood chips then brushing them all off in public.

She still had her hand out, but he didn't seem to notice, instead backing up a few steps, seemingly unconsciously, but now her books were just out of reach. She kept her hand out there, feeling rather stupid, but not sure what else to do. Asking would probably be considered rude, and taking her hand back? Out of the question.

She raised an eyebrow, trying to keep up with what he was saying as she crossed her arm that wasn't outstretched. Oh, Lord, there was the bell. This hallway would be crammed in minutes, and all would see her with wood chips all over... Wonderful.

"I'm well aware of the wood chips in my hair," she replied, a cold edge to her voice, although she'd been hoping there weren't any more, especially with all the footsteps pounding their way. "Now, could I have my books back?" Damn politeness. She wanted out of this hallway and she wanted out now.

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Dec saw the eyes which glanced at the books anxiously as the seconds counted down. The bell would ring anytime-- now. As the old, decrepit bell moaned out into the halls, Dec could hear the distant sounds of chatter and footsteps drawing nearer and nearer, and as the sounds increased, so did the anxiety and impatience of the princess in front of him.

So Dec played it dumb. "Why, Lissy, but we've hardly gotten acquainted. Not even a thank you? No formalities or introductions? It seems you'll be needing this book on The Mannerisms and Proper Decorums of Royalty, sweetheart." He moved the book on foreign imports to the bottom of the stack as if he were trying to find the title he had just mentioned, and in the process, his eyebrows rose up considerably and his mouth quirked into a mix of a surprised 'O', an amused grin, and a slight smirk as Forbidden Twilight was unsheathed.

"This is definitely not what I was looking for. I'm sorry, is this--" he glanced at the cover of a muscular shirtless man caressing a buxom young woman in an evocative silk, red dress and choked back laughter-- "is this where you learn your manners from, princess?" He was tormenting her, he knew he was, but this was the role Dec had to play. As the footsteps finally reached the stairs and now people came both up and down, many stopped for a second, maybe more to look onto the spectacle unfolding before them.

Dec Wolff had always promised a show, what with his looks, his carefree, always graceful, always highly slightly egotistical ways, and no one was all that fond of the princess except Orion, who was no where to be found, probably because of both her reclusive nature and her high-status. She was breakable, fragile, if you came to close, the glass would shatter and the blood spilt would be yours, not hers, and so people did their best to shy away. Whatever pity that might've been felt for the princess was lost in the sea of both amusement and curiosity, the nag to enjoy watching someone so "high and mighty" come to a pitfall by one of the most popular boys at the akademi.

"May I take a few lessons from this book which you seem to hold in such high esteem? Learn a few lessons from the books which the princess reads?" He arched one eyebrow at a group of similiarly dressed, slim, beautiful blonde girls that sauntered by and they giggled at him before turning and whispering words that were none to kind about the princess.

Alise shifted from foot to foot, eyes darting down the approaching hallway every so often, waiting. It was unthinkable that he not give them back, of course. What worried her more was the throng of people approaching... And with all these damn woodchips on her har... She couldn't take them out now, no. They'd take ages to get out,without a mirror. And after she'd just stated that se knew they were in there, well she couldn't lose face and start taking them out, could she? No, she would wait until he handed her back the books (as he had to do), and then she would retreat to her room before the crowd approached, and take the wood chips out before dinner.

"I'll thank you to use my name, not 'Lissy' or 'Sweetheart,'"she replied, crossing her arms. "And I'll thank you when you give me back my books. But presently I don't see anything to thank you for, when you're retaining my proper..." Her voice faltered as he moved A Brief History of the Main Exports and Imports of Arendelle and the Countries of its Trade to the bottom of the stack of books, to reveal... Oh Lord, no.

"That... That is my property and you have no right... No right to withhold it from me," she tried again, trying to ignore the footsteps slowing around her. She felt her face flush red, which somewhat lessened the icy stare she was trying to point in Dec's direction.

Why did it have to be that book? The one day she'd been carrying around a book of... That sort, this had to happen. Her back stiffened as she heard the comments of passer-bys behind her. This humiliation was his fault. And she wasn't about to back down without retrieving her books. "I wasn't aware you read books of that sort, Mr. Wolff. I would certainly lend it to you that you may further your education but that it's a friend's." It wasn't. She didn't have friends who would give her books to carry. She didn't even have friends. But it was a lie that and easily, and one that maybe, just maybe would get him to give her books back.