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the way he held himself, regally.
    â€œMr. Reynard it’s a pleasure to have you with us again,” The Drow looked Gen from head to toe and his smile grew impossibly wider, showcasing perfect white teeth. “You must be Miss Blackmore. I’m Mr. Reynard’s personal assistant and yours as well. You’ve both been assigned to the senior quarter’s dormitory.”
    Gen smiled at the Drow with his lilting accent, who still hadn’t introduced himself. His attention switched back to her, he nodded in her direction and with a graceful bow he gave her his name.
    â€œI am called Douglas Drubar.”
    â€œYou’re a Drubar?” Gen asked surprised, to have an actual Drubar be her personal assistant was a great honor. Durbars’ were part of the Dark Fae’s royal court. It was said they could kill a person with a thought. It was also said they were distant relatives to the Celestrial’s.
    â€œYes Misses I am, and I am very happy to serve your academic needs, please follow me.”
    Adam didn’t say anything but he didn’t need to. He was angry and more agitated as they drew closer to the Academy doors. He was eating up the distance with his long strides and Gen tried to keep up but she was distracted by the color changing rocks that had been lined up to make a path leading all the way up the Academy doors. How a planet so harsh could produce something so beautiful astounded her.
    â€œCome along Misses, the orator will be speaking soon. You don’t want to miss out on your first day.”
    The assembly room was spacious with vaulted ceilings and red crystal chandeliers cast against black marble. Ornate crystal columns separated both sides of the room. Rows of plush benches were lined side by side row after row on platforms, it allowed for auditorium seating.
    Douglas ushered Gen forward while Adam found a place in a group among other’s she assumed were his classmates.
    â€œSit here dear, I will come and get you once the orientation is complete and will have your things delivered to your dormitory.”
    Douglas bowed again and then he was off, leaving her in a crowd of people she’d never met. They stared at her for a moment before quickly gathering their senses. She didn’t look like the other recruits, and aside from the Drubar, she stood out clearly among all the pale faces and white hair. There were other species among the Federated Universes, but because Pars were disliked among most of the species, it was decided that they be schooled separately. In order to visit some of the more general populated planets, one had to obtain a travel passport. A very select few Pars ever went off planet and those who did, usually went back to their home planet to complete their Mecca. She’d been to the Pars blood planet with her father when he’d gone back for his own sire’s burial. A stranger among her own kind, she couldn’t even began to express how truly awkward she felt at her gawkers.
    Gen was seated three rows from the front of the stage. Soon, other people began to pile, packing the assembly room with recruits. The level of noise increased to a raging roar, causing Gen almost to wince in pain. A.I. had told her that turning off her ultra-sensitive sensory would allow her to properly assimilate within the population. She tried that now and found that with deep breathing she was able to switch it off.
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    A very tall, elegant woman walked onto the stage, and the room quieted. There was an air of superiority that surrounded her as she made her way to the front of the stage. She had kind, understanding eyes, that changed color. Her yellow, sunflower hair was neatly plaited and rested against her black, chapel length dress that glided against the floor in what looked like waves for several inches. The front was cut low and revealed ample cleavage. Gen could only stare. Maybe the Academy was exactly what she needed. Here there was what her