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[center][color=6E3CA5][h1]Amayia Hel[/h1]
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[b]Location:[/b] [color=A53C71]The Front Gate; The Academy.[/color]
[sup][b]Post In Collaboration With:[/b] [color=A53C71]None.[/color]
[b]Interacting With:[/b] [color=A53C71]Phoebe Wayne-Isley ([@Caits]).[/color][/sup][/color][/center]
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Her brother was going to die.
 
Lifting her hand up from where it hung lazily by her side, Amayia ran her hand over her forehead, and back over her long and braided dark locks of hair, pushing the stray strands off her face as she continued on her path; the two large trunks with a good majority of her possessions in it following, bobbing along behind her as though held up by invisible strings. This was crap… sent off to some Academy for-... for [i]mortals[/i] because of something that her brother had done. It was ridiculous; and for that, her brother was going to pay. Llyr had completely and utterly ruined any chance for her to live a normal and happy life with the man she had fallen in love with; now she was going to ruin his life- an eye for an eye… a life for a life…
 
It was as simple as that.
 
Tightening her hold over the handle of her father’s old [url=http://www.gizmodo.in/photo/46993266.cms]scepter[/url], she slowed her pace, her attention lifting until her dark gaze was able to rest upon the imposing structure of the Academy standing tall before her very eyes. So this was it, huh..? This was meant to be her fresh start..? Pathetic; she would have rather stayed in the torment of Asgard than have to deal with the mortals who believed themselves good enough to mingle with the likes of her kind. The mere thought was cringe worthy- how her father and mother ever expected her to live in the filth that was Earth was far beyond her comprehension. 
 
Of course the mortal world had its… charms; but it wasn’t home. It wasn’t Asgard. Her attention drawn away from the buildings before her at the gentle flash of red, Amayia allowed her gaze to wander, eventually bringing it to a stop on a young mortal woman standing patiently by the large gates separating her from the school.
 
[color=A53C71]“..a welcoming party..? How… quaint…”[/color]