all the schools like this?
" Institutes , yes they are." He corrected me again but I just ignored it.
The walls were a golden color and there were no real lights just many, many lanterns. The lanterns were very old fashioned but also modern with hardwood floors all the way to the end. The hall was large and the ceiling was about fourteen feet high. They had gone with a chapel look. We walked through the first door on the right without knocking.
Hanging from the ceiling was a chandelier that looked like it was made from white gold. We were in a waiting area. Robert told me to sit down and he left the luggage with me while he went to talk to a lady that was sitting at a desk on the other side of the room. I waited patiently but it was taking him a while.
"Marissa Italy Annelisse Dawney, we have been waiting for you!" The enthusiastic voice came from a lady that was walking towards me.
I stood up as she approached, followed by Robert. "I'm sorry. I don’t think I know you." I was trying to be nice but it was strange how she knew my name and they also knew my clothes sizes, what kind of music I liked and almost everything.
Seriously?
"No, you don’t. But I know you my Mia." She smiled.
I shook her hand and felt how cold she was. Her long white hair was shiny and pretty. She wasn't old but she wasn't my age either. I guessed about fifty but there were no wrinkles. Her hair was platinum white.
"Nice to meet you," I said as I observed her. She wore a formal outfit, something you'd expect a business person to wear. There was something about hers though, that made her look elegant and flawless.
"As it is to see you. Come, we have much to discuss." Robert and I walked side by side as we followed her.
We went through a door that led to another long hall-way. Finally at the end there was another door we went through.
It was her office, or I should say her home. At the entrance there was an office, but beyond that I could see the staircase which led upstairs and I imagined it was where she stayed, her home. It was weird how it was all connected.
"You may sit. You too Robert,” she sat down. "Where shall we start?" She thought for a second. "Of Course, I was so intrigued by all of this that I forgot to introduce myself. I am Goddess Illyanne. I am not a vampire, but I am a goddess, one of the first of our kind. A Goddess in this world has a whole different meaning than what you were taught to believe before. We are the protectors, and guardians for you. I won’t tell you how you become one at this time it is irrelevant. But you do need to know that one is assigned to each group.
A group is you for example, Robert, a roommate plus one or two Gods or goddesses, if you don't have a roommate than there is only three that are part of the group, in this case you, Robert and your assigned Goddess or God. Oh, also if he has not graduated then he will probably have one too which, Robert does and because he's a Lord he has two. I am one and God Frederick is the other, if you need anything they will also be available to you. Let me see," She looked through some papers. "Yes. Your Goddess is Isabelle, she__"
"I already met her." I said without thinking. Illyanne just raised her eyebrows at me and glanced at Robert who was sitting beside me listening quietly.
"Don't interrupt her." Robert said, not looking at me.
"That is something you must teach her, among other things. As I was saying, yes you have met her. She will join us Sunday morning. Did you know she has not had a student in a while? Well she is one of the best. In a way we are also counselors to you, like I said we are here to help twenty-four seven. Now moving on," She paused and looked at some more papers that sat in her large desk.
I thought that she had a huge room for an office and so little in it. Her "office" consisted of a large dark wooded desk, some papers sitting in front of her, a laptop that was closed, a large painting that I couldn't tell what it was and a
" Institutes , yes they are." He corrected me again but I just ignored it.
The walls were a golden color and there were no real lights just many, many lanterns. The lanterns were very old fashioned but also modern with hardwood floors all the way to the end. The hall was large and the ceiling was about fourteen feet high. They had gone with a chapel look. We walked through the first door on the right without knocking.
Hanging from the ceiling was a chandelier that looked like it was made from white gold. We were in a waiting area. Robert told me to sit down and he left the luggage with me while he went to talk to a lady that was sitting at a desk on the other side of the room. I waited patiently but it was taking him a while.
"Marissa Italy Annelisse Dawney, we have been waiting for you!" The enthusiastic voice came from a lady that was walking towards me.
I stood up as she approached, followed by Robert. "I'm sorry. I don’t think I know you." I was trying to be nice but it was strange how she knew my name and they also knew my clothes sizes, what kind of music I liked and almost everything.
Seriously?
"No, you don’t. But I know you my Mia." She smiled.
I shook her hand and felt how cold she was. Her long white hair was shiny and pretty. She wasn't old but she wasn't my age either. I guessed about fifty but there were no wrinkles. Her hair was platinum white.
"Nice to meet you," I said as I observed her. She wore a formal outfit, something you'd expect a business person to wear. There was something about hers though, that made her look elegant and flawless.
"As it is to see you. Come, we have much to discuss." Robert and I walked side by side as we followed her.
We went through a door that led to another long hall-way. Finally at the end there was another door we went through.
It was her office, or I should say her home. At the entrance there was an office, but beyond that I could see the staircase which led upstairs and I imagined it was where she stayed, her home. It was weird how it was all connected.
"You may sit. You too Robert,” she sat down. "Where shall we start?" She thought for a second. "Of Course, I was so intrigued by all of this that I forgot to introduce myself. I am Goddess Illyanne. I am not a vampire, but I am a goddess, one of the first of our kind. A Goddess in this world has a whole different meaning than what you were taught to believe before. We are the protectors, and guardians for you. I won’t tell you how you become one at this time it is irrelevant. But you do need to know that one is assigned to each group.
A group is you for example, Robert, a roommate plus one or two Gods or goddesses, if you don't have a roommate than there is only three that are part of the group, in this case you, Robert and your assigned Goddess or God. Oh, also if he has not graduated then he will probably have one too which, Robert does and because he's a Lord he has two. I am one and God Frederick is the other, if you need anything they will also be available to you. Let me see," She looked through some papers. "Yes. Your Goddess is Isabelle, she__"
"I already met her." I said without thinking. Illyanne just raised her eyebrows at me and glanced at Robert who was sitting beside me listening quietly.
"Don't interrupt her." Robert said, not looking at me.
"That is something you must teach her, among other things. As I was saying, yes you have met her. She will join us Sunday morning. Did you know she has not had a student in a while? Well she is one of the best. In a way we are also counselors to you, like I said we are here to help twenty-four seven. Now moving on," She paused and looked at some more papers that sat in her large desk.
I thought that she had a huge room for an office and so little in it. Her "office" consisted of a large dark wooded desk, some papers sitting in front of her, a laptop that was closed, a large painting that I couldn't tell what it was and a
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