• It was the same dream, all flashes never a complete part except one. Six statues broken and not,their swords seemingly untouched. A school it's color and name unclear. Students in strange shapes, and too many voices to discern. Then she runs over, and everything else seemed to disappear.She smiles at him and he just keeps walking a purpose in his step. She follows him and keeps talking. Her words jumbled as if his dream didn't want to let him know what she was saying. Finally the reached the point where he woke up. The desk, he hated this point, he always wished that the dream would continue, he wanted to see her face and not just her smile. But almost begrudgedly the dream continued, somewhere in his mind he heard a distant, old clock start ticking. An IM'ing address on a piece of paper appeared in front of him. Along with the name of the school. He awoke with a start the sun blaring on him. "Why did I ever get that sun roof over my bed?" He said in a light whisper. He got up his brown hair cut short, only on on his neck did his hair change color to a soft grey. He was only 19 but the grey had been with him his whole life. He got up slowly his necklace still around his neck. He never took it off it was a piece of him now. It was as simple triangle on the hook at the bottom of it. Two sharp edges and one jagged as if it had been ripped off something, a glint of red showing barely on the jagged edge from a cleanly broke ruby. His computer bleaked on BEEP, BEEP! it went as an Im screen appearing from a friend telling him to get up. He crawled out of his bed his well kept muscle rippling a little in annoyance at the sudden motion. He typed slowly, "Alright I'm up, why are you waking me up?" He finished and waited as his friend typed back. "Some people came here looking for you, I told them you had moved out. They said they were trying to recruit you to their school. Swords of Mercy University of something like that." He freaked out it was the name of the school from his dream. It had to be a coincidence. "Nik I told them where you live. They should be there in a few minutes." Niqua sighed and nodded getting up and getting dressed. His parents were weird about his name never knowing how they came up with it, "We just did." is what they told him. When the knock on the door he lightly smacked his face to wake himself more. He opened the door and only one person walked but she was talking to someone else. "Miss are you okay? There's no one there. It's just you." She smiled. "Quite right. I see you are the right person we're looking for. Here this is for you. Your parents before their passing told us their wish for you to attend our school. You're flight has been payed for. Your things will be transfered to your on campus house where you will be roomed with five other individuals..." She started before Niqua interupted her. "Whoa! Who do you think you are coming in here and telling me what I have to do?" The woman smiled again. "Your keeper since your parents signed this contract. You are officially part of our school or we take the money your parents owe us for you dropping from the program. $75,000 dollars as the fee is settled. And if you don't have the money I'm sure selling your parents bodies to science should just about cover it." He glared at her. She was good to guess his finicial situation and his weakness towards his parents so easily. "Fine when's the flight?" "You have five hours. Pack what you want the rest will be at the campus house when you get there." With that she turned and left. "Don't be late. The plane leaves at the exact time the ticket states and no later, not under any circumstances." She closed the door calmly as she left and he began packing cursing the woman. He looked at his computer and thought to himself. "If the school is real maybe..." He walked over and typed in the IM address, Psykerangel, and simply typed "Hi." He waited for a bit then someone start typing back. "Hello! smile " appeared in a misty blue color. "Sorry to randomly IM you out of nowhere." He responded. "It's alright I've been waiting for someone to talk to me all day. Empty house you see. But Ms. Evil b***h told me there will be other's here soon. So how'd you get my address?" "...Well I got it in a dream..." "Lol you dream about IM address's? That is a bit wierd." "Lol, True most guys my age dream about woman, but I guess I find IM addresses very sexual." "LOL!! You're funny" Their conversation went on for another hour as they got to know a little more about the other. They now knew each other's sex, favorite movie, food, time, and subject. "Sorry I have to catch a plane to my new home. I'll IM you as soon as I get there. It's fun talking to you. Oh s**t have to go. Bye." "Alright talk later BYE smile " He packed wha was left and headed off to the airport in his car.