Angel Academy

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Surprisingly, I spent the rest of the day looking forward to my combat and conditioning lesson. This was purely because our teacher, Mr Ashworth told us that we were going to be practising our angelic powers. Finally.

The bell after second break finally rang and I grabbed Zack and Sylvia's arms and dragged them along.  We walked down to the training field and joined a couple of other students who were waiting patiently.

"Someones eager," said Sylvia, clearly amused.

"This is one of the only sides of me that I have never controlled," I said excitedly.

They both laughed softly but my stomach was churning uncontrollably filling me with nerves as Mr Ashworth walked down the hill gracefully, his long silver hair flowing behind him.

"Good afternoon class, as I said last lesson we will be practising our angelic ability's today," he said in a rich accent that I couldn't recognise.

Excited rumours broke out among the class causing Mr Ashwood to clear his throat in annoyance to get silence.

"As I was saying, today you will learn more about your angelic side. We will start the lesson by learning how to control our wings and use them to our advantage, " he explained.

He examined our enthusiastic faces and quickly held up his hand in realisation.

"Oh! and I suggest you take off your jackets if you don't want to destroy it as your wings revelation can be messy the first couple of times as you will not be able to access your full magical potential which will eventually allow you to retract your wings without ripping the top half of your clothes," he added flicking his argentate hair to the side.

"But aren't our clothes specially made with flaps for out wings to push through?" Questioned a girl from the crowd.

"Yes, but as I said, the first revelations are messy and your jackets are made of a very strong rare material which could damage your wings" he replied causing the girl to nod in response. 

I set Obsidian down into the lush green grass so he could observe the lesson with a few of the other young dragons and we all separated ourselves out and waited for instruction.

"Close your eyes and visualise your eye colour, once you have its unique shade allow it to surround you in a celestial aura, it will then guide you to a crystal surrounded by a pure and golden light, reach out with your mind to touch it and envision wings sprouting from your upper back to unlock your abilities," he said simply walking around us with a majesty.

Everyone fell silent and carefully followed his instruction.

Reaching into my mind, I did what he said and reached subconsciously towards the stone, the celestial colours danced around me, bringing with them a sense of blissful belonging. As soon as I made contact with the crystals ravishing surface, a ribbon of ebony smoke surrounded me in a spiral, trapping me with diabolical feelings of hatred and misery.

I mutely screamed out and instantly retracted my hand from the stone and stumbled backwards landing on the floor with a heavy thud. I snapped open my eyes to see complete darkness, I hesitantly reached out and felt a delicate, feathery surface.

Realising what I had done I thought hard about opening my wings and to my surprise they obeyed my first command and moved apart slowly for me to see the shocked face of Mr Ashworth, his luxurious, pearly wings stretched out behind him.

"So... the prophecy is true" he voiced smoothly.

I diverted my gaze to my own wings to see that they were ebony black, just as I remember. I looked the class to see only pure white wings, ignoring everyone's shocked gasps I got to my feet and sighed.