#amarius

As he continued his trek to the docks, he became distracted and bumped into something soft...and sweet smelling. He was about to blow his lid when the person he bumped into turned around.

Oh, and she was beautiful. A different kind of elf! Soft curves, long midnight black hair, a sweet scarred smile, and glowing green eyes.

“Oh sorry I uh...I wasn't and you are just so...um...hello.” he muttered as he openly gawked at her.

She smiled at him gently and spoke to him. “Apologies. I-I was in the way.” She reached into her messenger bag and pulled out a purple bottle. She placed it into his hands with a gentle push. “Have this as my apology.”

“Thank you.” He said breathlessly as he took the bottle into his hands, staring at her in awe.

“See you around dear.” She turned on her heel and began to walk away from him, humming softly.

Amarius stood up straighter and watched her walk away until her image got lost in the crowd.

He made his way to the docks in a trance, boarding the ship to Stormwind.

His hands trembled, a weird smile adorning his pale face. “You're so beautiful.” He looked to the bottle pulling it to his chest and cradling it. He looked out to the city with a hand wrapped around his throat, long nails gently pressing into the pale flesh. “I need to know who you are. So I can make you….mine.”

I’ve never said these things to Dayereth and thinking on it now, I’ve never had the chance. Most I’d realized only after the final incident at school. Only after he had left. But some things I’d understood even before that and could - at least I hope I’d manage to - become his friend.

There were times I didn’t get why I am apparently the only one even bothering to talk to him. He clearly didn’t understand it either, constantly trying to shut himself away from me right after I‘d moved in with him in the dorms.

But there was one moment when I’d realized why the whole Academy keeps shunning him, why the otherwise cool guys become bullies whenever he’s around and why the proper students would dump a pot of stinky water on his head.

Behind the dorm, there is a field of magical flowers. Cultivated as a final work of one of the former students. It doesn’t do anything practical actually. It just changes colours to suit whoever or whatever enters the field.

It was a nice spring morning and I knew, I would find him by the field, he liked to sit there and draw the surroundings and the flowery scenery that changed everyday, every minute. At first, I didn’t see him and wanted to call out to him. When I noticed something strange. The magical flower field... was completely white. I looked for the source of the whiteness and there he was. He layed in the middle of the field, all dressed in white. With white pants and a white shirt, sleeves rolled up to the middle of his pale forearms, holding the brush, using slow and gentle strokes to capture the white rabbit in front him without scaring it away. There was something ephemeral about the whole scene in front of me. It was like a scene from a play written by a romanticist or a picture of the most pure and gentle nature...

So pure and dear that some might have wanted to taint it to supress all the emotions welling up inside their adolescent hearts.

In an all-boys school where everyone already had to supress all their physical urges when there is something like this in your reach... you either grab it by force or deny it. And when you need to deny something so bad, you will soon start with convincing the others that you’re denying it the most.

Besides Damian’s introvert nature and constant quarelling with the professors only undermined his position as the son of a famous Sorceress and not even the teachers were eager to help him from the bullies.

Life in the Academy was supposed to be the right thing for me, yet, even here I came out as an outsider. Not exactly academicaly, for the most part of my studies I did manage quite the average marks which helped me surf through the years just fine. The problem, however, lied with my inability to socialize. Anyone can tell you that schools of magic are a prestigious thing in Narradia and that social contacts and what you do after class, who you meet up with and who you are seen to meet up with are just as essential for your success as studying itself. Being picked on by older or "cooler" wizards is a very unpleasant and common occurence in there and once you are marked a victim, you can only pray, you will manage to bore your bullies to death and they will leave by themselves.

I think I did make a few friends at the beginning - just as nerdy as myself. But since the laws of junggle were applied there, I found myself isolated very soon after being spotted by guys from higher grades who kept mocking me and generally liked to make my life harder. I can't say anyone got violent or too nasty with me but I was a favourite person to mock and point fingers at. Especially because of my imperfectly Eladrin-like appearence of a mixed-blood and my general girly looks. I used to be very conscious about it but thinking about it now, we were an all-boys school, so anyone resembling the fair gender was probably asking for trouble in there.

Outer appearence: Race: human Eye colour: brown Hair colour: dark brown Hair lenght: shoulder-lenght, unkept Body type: mediocre height and weight

Personality: cheerful, friendly, doesn't like gloominess, popular Zodiac animal: dog Favourite colour: blue Favourite food: mom's gulash Upbringing: poor family, only mother and 5 siblings, father died as a soldier on duty, joined Academy on a special scholarship after a traveling Wizard noticed his talent for magic Hobbies: doesn't have time for hobbies, in his spare time helps around the Academy with various odd jobs to make money to send home