Misty trailed closely behind me like a shadow as we made our way down the walkway underneath the trees' rustling leaves. I could feel the stares of the newly inducted students upon me as they whispered with one another. Trying to appear unbothered, I kept my gaze pointed towards the gothic spires of Abaddon Hall, the main campus building.
Walking across the courtyard every morning was the hardest thing I had to do. It was the one thing that placed me on display in front of the entire school. Some days, I felt like disappearing into myself with all the stares I received. My father was the most feared entity in all the world. It only made sense that I would be the second.
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