Into the world of monsters.

[WILLOW ASHFORD]

Willow stood at the entrance to the forest, her invitation to the school held between thin pink lips. She looked to be lost, but she had a rolling suitcase with her. A path opened up and she began following it, her electric blue eyes filled with purpose. She tugged her rolling suitcase behind her and continued onwards till she made it to the gate of the castle. Her mom had left her to fend for herself. She wasn't sure about the school. It wasn't like her normal prestigious schools from the past. But then she didn't mind too much.

She opened the gate and just stared at the castle, it was gigantic. Perhaps it was a prestigious school after all. Her pink hair moved in the wind without bow's in her hair it was free to get in her face. She wondered what sort of people lived here in the academy. She had just got here and was already intimidated by the big castle.

She hung her head as the castle cast a shadow over her as if to say, you little one I'm really tall and your not. She blew hair out of her mouth and tried combing it back with her hands. She reached in her pocket and got out a hair tie, putting her hair in a pony tail. "Hello?" She called out, unknown to her she was at the back of the school.

[VALUS]

Valus took a drag of a Cigar not too long ago as he noticed that it was done. He shook his head and dropped it on the ground and stepped on it. He had just finished a few gigs and deserves one. The Whiskey was for when he was alone so he could get to sleep from his nerves being up for a few days. He sighed and crossed his arms as he saw someone walk through the gates. Tilting his head he walked over slowly, his white hair moved slightly as he moved.

His red cloak moved behind him as he was wearing black jeans and a black button vest with a red T-shirt underneith his cloak.

He noticed the girl that had entered say hello, as if she was calling out to someone. "Hey there kiddo!"

He said greeting her with a smile on his face. He was trying to be as nice as he could for someone new.

"New here eh? I am Valus- One of the teachers here."

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[WILLOW ASHFORD]

The fifteen year old knew not who to greet first so for a moment she stood there perplexed and unable to decide. She thought about it and shook both males hands, one after the next. “Hello, my name is Willow. I am not sure what to say really, as this all is kind of is overwhelming. My mom dropped me off here and now I just have a few things, mostly clothes, my computer, iphone, my printer, headphones and my goggles.” She looked at Valus, and then at Desdan.

Her electric blue orbs watched the two, remembering a line from the poem she read. Those you trust will hurt you badly. It was her inner voice screaming it. Those you trust. THOSE YOU TRUST. Suddenly an image of a child, her brother formed in her mind.

He had a hold of her favorite stuff toy, which was freckles the black cat. He was ripping it apart and it was bleeding lots of blood. Suddenly she snapped out of it, twitching slightly she looked at the two. “Sorry, I was thinking. Thinking things that need thinking about.” Upon her back was her rock guitar it had no case it was out in the opened. It had a ruby candy apple like gleam to it, untouched by stickers or logos except for the original maker's signature.

The guitar seemed often used, but well taken care of. Of course it was journeyed, as she had been using the guitar for a long time. It's strings were tuned just right and recently put on as the last one's had broken. Her guitar was a gift from her father, but her mom wanting the praise said it was from her. God, it felt so long ago. .

“I hope I did not interrupt anything.” She said then looked at her clothes. She was wearing blue jeans, a black fleece jacket, a white sleeveless t-shirt with The Used written across it. Her sneakers of today were shoes with spider web footprints