Unless the high school has something to set it apart like with RWBY where it's more of a combat school with high school elements I usually get bored with those kind of settings. Especially because my preferred genres are action, adventure, etc. so drama really isn't my thing.
Switched at Birth takes place at a deaf high school which makes it rather interesting but I suppose everyone has there niches. You could try Buffy, that's certainly not boring.
If I'm being honest I prefer live high school dramas. There are some really good ones too like Switched at Birth and Gilmore Girls, or if you prefer a high school drama with supernatural/magical elements Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
Just watched it today with my bro. I dunno, I've been spoiled by One Punch Man, not enough punchy action. And to be frank? I think I'm getting to that age where I'm tired of all these highschoolers...
You mean that moment right after they hand you your diploma?
I've got this friend who's a year out of highschool while I'm still finishing my Grade 12. Sometimes when we hang out after school when he's picking me up if he's walled in by some guys car or has to stop for j walkers he'll say "damn highschoolers". Except he skipped a grade when he was younger so most of the kids in my year at highschool are a year older than he is.
Raven continued to watch from the sidelines, her back pressed against a tree. The girl had good instincts, that much was plain. In spite of her blindness, or perhaps because of it she was able to keep a grip on herself. Most mortals that Raven had known would fall over themselves when offered the chance to dance with a Nymph, even the ones that knew it would mean there death. It was possible that there was something special about this particular one after all.
The Nymph however didn't seem to care that her invitation was rejected. She dropped Jessalyn's hands and took two steps back. An unearthly malicious grin lit her face. "Pity." she murmured to herself before she raised her hands open in front of her. The other six nymphs grabbed them reforming the circle around Jessalyn. The storm gren color of the leaders eyes seemed to flow and shift like actual storm clouds. The Nymphs started to sing again and though the melody was sweet and the lyrics charming the effect they had was anything but harmless.
"Spinning and fluttering, dodging drops, on flower petals they skip and hop. A magical display of playful grace, Smiles lighted on every face. Their beautiful, shiny wings twinkled. As they moved, their dresses wrinkled. Delighted with glee none seem to care, not even when water dampened their hair.
As they sung the wind in the clearing picked up, whistling through Raven's hair and tossing the clothes of the Nymphs about. The sky which a moment before had been clear and beautiful was now overcast with ominous looking storm clouds. Thunder rolled through the heavens even as the Nymphs danced around Jessalyn to the sound of the chaos. Light flashed through the clouds and very suddenly it began to rain. Buckets of water came raining down. The kind of downpour that made you think someone in the skies had switched the shower on the whole world.
The Nymphs reveled in the havoc the storm worked as leaves and branches were blown everywhere. Through the din Raven heard her own name shouted by the mortal girl at the center of the wild nature spirits. With that one sound it was like something in the clearing died. The Nymphs stopped dancing and stood stock still. The storm continued to rage while they sun two final lines.
"The sun broke through the clouds overhead, and light shown down on the flower bed."
With those words the storm vanished just as quickly as it had come leaving no lasting damage. Raven wrung the water out of her hair as the Nymphs turned on her. The one that had begged Jessalyn to dance approached the Tuatha starring into her violet eyes. Nymphs were considered insane even by fae standards. Satyrs tended to enjoy their company for precisely that reason, they had a certain saying about crazy girls.
The Nymphs formed a line in front of Raven with their leader in the center. The blond nature spirit said one word. "Silverlight." Before all seven again began to sing. This melody was different. It had neither the haunting beauty of there first song nor the childish innocence of their rhyme. It lacked too the wild laughter of there storm summons. This song seemed to be made of needles and daggers, the Nymphs let each word go almost lovingly in a way that made you think they were drawing blood.
"The Raven’s song is short, but strong, Like the will of a mortal man In her violet gaze there is anger and rage Enough to raise the sword of her kinsman."
Raven's heart started to pound in her chest. She'd heard this song not long after she returned to the world of the fae. Jeering voices hummed it on the streets of whatever court she deemed to walk. The words had clawed at her then but she'd buried her pain, so far and deep that no one could see it. Eventually the song had gone away. Sung with Nymph magic though it had a very different effect.
"As the harsh sun sank low we all heard her woe Wept on the winds of the dead lands. Even in Spring the winds cried out her hymn That she'd fly her heartless homelands."
Raven's breath caught in her throat as the melody washed over it. The words spelled the song as a lament but the way the Nymphs sang it you might have thought it was a love song with a beautiful ending.
"The Raven returned, lithe beauty was hers..."
"Enough." Raven said. Though her voice was not more than a dull whisper the Nymphs song went out like a candle flame snuffed. Raven had drawn the diamond sword from her hip and with one clean swing had severed a lock of the lead Nymphs golden hair. With a moment so fast that it could barely be seen Raven snatched up the lock of hair and placed it in a pouch on her belt. "I think it is time you were on your way. There are many leagues of forest that would greatly enjoy the beauty of your melodies." Though her tone was pleasant and jovial there was a certain hidden danger in her voice that said this wasn't a suggestion.
The Nymphs smiled again, nodded and vanished into the trees, an echo of laughter following there departure.
Raven looked to where Jessalyn was standing. "Too much time had been wasted here, we must move on."
If anyone is interested the full ballad is bellow. I wrote the entire thing before realizing I only needed the first two verses.
The Raven’s song is short, but strong, Like the will of a mortal man In her violet gaze there is anger and rage Enough to raise the sword of her kinsman.
As the harsh sun sank low we all heard her woe Wept on the winds of the dead lands. Even in Spring the winds cried out her hymn That she'd fly her heartless homelands."
The Raven returned, lithe beauty was hers A hatchling no more was she She stood before kings, with a wanderer's grin Proclaimed to each she was free
As proof of her claim she called Wayland's sword by name Stricken in silence were they Reckless at heart she cared not for her part Only that her eyes were seen by the fae
Would I know my friends? Could my eyes turn within? Would I be on my own? Would I be strong? Could I be wrong? Would I seem to you as stone? If the Raven’s song were my own?
The Raven’s song is short, but strong, Like the soul of a mortal man There are few who discern the pain that she's learned The hole in the heart of her clan
Hey @LadyRunic Just out of curiosity does Falk relate in any way to the folklore traditional leaders of the Wild Hunt such as Gwyn ap Nudd, Woden or Herne the Hunter?
Before the last light of the sun takes it's final bow I shall add to our chronicle a passage, scribed in white at the place where any who wish may see the path our journey takes.
Wes and the rune knights eventually arrived at the stadium and found the infirmary. From there, the rune knights placed Dawn on a bed next to a girl and left to continue their next task. For some reason, Wes felt that the two look a bit similar, but there were no point in asking since both were unconscious. Although they were still unconscious, they seemed great together and were best that they got some rest with what happened to today. With that thought in mind, Wes closed the door as he left the infirmary and made his way outside into the bustling city of Crocus.
I'm going to assume this was my Swansong. I wish you all the best but I'd prefer I wasn't mentioned here again unless it is something that actually requires a response from me.
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