Bitten - Intro

Short intro to a (hopefully) larger fantasy story. Also a test for how edit works.

          Destor passed a man, lying near the wall of an abandoned flower shop. No one had paid him any mind, and Destor wasn't an exception. "Keep to yourself." That was what was taught in his school as the best policy on strangers, and it was what he followed. Near the man, a small box, with a few golden coins inside. Destor did not look further. And still, the two coins in his pocket grew heavier as he walked.

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          The professor gazed around his room. A few posters with quotes of unity and togetherness hung on the walls. A serene lavender plant, slowly beginning to lose its color, lay snugly rooted in a pot near his desk. On his desk was his corded phone and his pen holder, and the rest was empty space for writing, documenting, or other paperwork. His shelves were lined with books on magic and swordplay, textbooks on health science, and the odd fiction series.

          That and the other standard office furnishings, like the air conditioning unit or the filing cabinets, made up his room. He rated it a solid six out of ten, just a bit above the average five. He looked over to his desk, covered by an empty binder and two neat stacks of files

          He sat down and looked through the piles, one marked "Consider," one marked "Do not." The consider pile had only three papers. He leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling. Tiled, like the floor, with a black-flecked pattern instead of a solid color. He forced himself back to the task at hand. Casey Dineen, Loyal Monet, Michael Kurtis.

          The rest of the students were either too lazy, too disrespectful or too afraid of him to be a student. And the only reason these three were on the "consider" list was because they never met him. He went into his thoughts for a moment, surfacing everything he's heard and learned. Dineen was more of a mystery than anyone else. She seemed to just show up one day. He couldn't find the records of her previous school. Everyone just called her "Cyclops," on account of the wrappings covering her face except for the one eye.

          After her was Monet, who graduated from the Oer preperatory school. His teachers noted his unfocused, yet dedicated attitude. He didn't live within the city limits, instead staying in a small cabin in the forest. He didn't know why, as it was safer in the city. But it seems like he already has some combat experience, making teaching him a bit easier.

          Then, Kurtis. Oer Preperatory school graduate with honors. Govelli picked him off of one characteristic, and that was his helpful nature. Kurtis always seemed to be volunteering at the charities and shelters. That kindness, as proven by the sheer amount of people who cane to the Academy with spiteful and ignorant attitudes, was like a breath of fresh air.

          The professor refocused. He stared once more at the three documents. These three students, he'd have to hunt down on campus tomorrow. Oddly, despite the limitation placed on him, his problem wasn't picking out the right one student. It was having any to pick from at all. After all, if these three were scooped up by other professors, he would have to pick from his "disregard" pile.

          And he was not going to teach someone with a history of shoving people in lockers.