A few days had passed since The Inochi incident. Rowan did admit that he loved
Kyra, but Kyra was another story. That day they were on their way to school when
a guy with dark brown hair made a pass at Kyra.

Rowan growled. That man was his arch-nemesis, Julien Gostrakovich. Another
whiz-kid, though not as smart as Rowan. When the two competed against each
other, they fought tooth and nail to the death. Which was something that
disturbed the others plainly.

Kyra glared at the guy, clearly saying that he didn’t want to see her on a bad
day. He scowled at her in a nasty way. Rowan didn’t like that, one bit.

In English, he smirked at Rowan because he got a girl that Rowan liked sitting
next to him. Dais noticed that a vein was slightly protruding from Kyra’s skin.

At Marine Biology, trouble was slowly turning into disaster. One of them should
have told Julien that Kyra sometimes had an extremely short fuse. Of course,
none of them bothered. They all wanted to see the ending result. At lunchtime,
Kyra had had enough.

Since she made him look bad, he tipped a plate of Mystery Meat on her head,
which was worse than tapioca pudding. She whirled, grabbed another plate and
tipped half of it in his throat and the other half over his head, splattering
him with Mystery Meat and Gravy.

He looked at her, shocked, and cursed her name in his breath. She watched
saunter off and headed toward her friends, who were all but blinking. “Guys come
on, I taught that baka a lesson, ok?”

She said, and promptly dived in the world of Lord of The Rings. “Uh, Kyra, you
still have a head full of Mystery Meat.” Observed Sekhmet. She looked at him,
then froze all the yuckiness in her hair turning it into ice, which broke.

She looked like she was a few minutes before she was dripping with cafeteria
food.

Kyra was in the part of when the hobbits meet Tom Bombadil when there was a
sudden uproar. She heard something whistle by her ear and caught it. A spear.

She slowly reached for her sword, er-dagger. Dagger, because it was smaller than
a sword, but it was made for a creature larger than a human. The craftsmanship
was also much too fine to be a man’s work.

All the students had already run out of the cafetereria in fear. She took one
look at the soldiers, then her brother, who nodded. She ran out to the ladies
room.