The real wrong side of the bed.

Fia sat out on the roof looking at the night's sky, she had took off her bandana which usually hid her eyes from sight. They looked at the night's sky they seemed to glitter at the stars, her only comfort when she was young was the glistening of the stars on the countryside.

At nightime there was no one to duel so she felt she could finally relax. She wore a loose fitting shirt and a loose fitting short-like pants that fit modestly on her body. Her long white hair blew in the night's wind, it was cold out but she used night's like this as training to endure cold tempetures.

She heard a groan and looked towards the area she heard the sound uttered and spotted a boy about her age. Standing there with goggles and a black hoodie, she didn't hear anyone come up the stairs so she figured he must've flew or teleported there. She first thought to ignore him, but curiousity and boredom drove her to ask him some questions since she was new at Starlight Academy.

"I guess it must be normal for people to appear out of nowhere here. I'm Fia, you are?" She asked curious to who this boy was and how he managed to appear almost soundlessly except for impact.

She smiled lightly, she always seemed distant her eyes seemed far away yet soft. If she knew someone was coming she'd have put her bandana on again, she sadly was unaware of his coming. She took the bandana which was usually tied on her arm and placed in on her hair tying it somewhat like a dorag creating a shadow over her eyes making her not seem as "girlish" she hated to feel as if people thought she was just a weak girl.

She felt better with the bandana fastened now, she turned to look at the boy. "Pleased to meet you to, so you didn't decide to come up here. So I take it there's another reason, anyway..." She suddenly realized her lack of swords, she hated the bare feeling of being separated from her swords. She didn't know why she had thought she'd met no one.

"So what's your "gift"?" She asked wondering what kind of gifts people at this academy had. She knew she didn't truly have much of a power when separated from her swords, but she wondered how much a help her studying at the academy would do.

"Ah, that explains your sudden appearance then." She said with a light smile, not going further into his nightmare experience. "So you can teleport anything else? How much weight can you teleport at a time?" She asked curious how much this boy's ability could bench at a time.

"Oh... me, mine's not that noticable. I have skill with swords and can when using them make create a blade like wind which would do some damage. But I'm more interested in swordsmanship than my power. Though it's handy." She said leaving it at that, she felt so naked without her swords at her side. She was still working on no sword blade winds, but it didn't come as easy as with a sword since she'd have something to concentrate her power on.

She looked back at the sky, "So, have you been here long?" She asked curious to learn more about the students at the academy. "Is there many good fights here?" She then asked out of no where turning her gaze back to the boy.

She smiled noticing the boy's fidgeting, she often felt that way herself. She often couldn't sleep because of her unablity to lay still long. And sometimes when she did sleep it was right in the middle of public because she was bored. Most of the time she fought or had adventures in her dreams, that's another reason she chose to be a swordsman. Because it often brought more adventure than anything else. She looked at the sky again, she often thought about her past on pirates' ships. She loved the sea for it's neverending adventure, it was more exciting than land.

She listened to him and couldn't help but chuckle in her mind at the fact he couldn't explain himself. She figured it was because he fought without intention of fighting. She only fought people to make herself stronger but she never killed someone without good reason. In fact she hadn't killed anyone yet, she wasn't the kind that slaughtered people. She had a love for human kind and wanted to be a good addition to it, but wanted to be strong in order to protect those dear to her and have adventure.

She mainly pushed people away for the fact she thought she wasn't strong enough to protect them from all enemies. She nodded at his comment, "I just started a few days ago myself." She often seemed far off, but it wasn't that she thought herself better it was that she was afraid of getting close to people though. She didn't want to lose her tuft shell since when she did it usually ended up terribly.

She nodded, "I guess so, I don't know if many will swordfight though sadly." She missed her pirate nakama, she knew they were dead because of a marine attack but she couldn't help but wish they still were around. She remember the goofy things they did, she sighed missing those times she could get out of her shell without fear.

She smirked interested, "You pefer metal or wood when you fight with staffs? I have meddled with staff fighting before, I feel more at home with swords though. Sadly I've broken a good amount in battle. I'd love to maybe fight with you sometime, maybe you could use your staff against my blades. I've heard of staff users before being able to break swords. Though I tend to be more battle prone, I like to increase on my skills and it's best to fight in order to find your weak spots and improve than never move a step forward."

Once you got Fia to talk in weaponry and fighting she became a bit of a chatterbox. Fighting was something she liked and she had skills in, she wasn't one to say she was better or act superior she treated everyone with equal skill. She often suggested people hone their untapped skills inside them. She often could pick out the perfect weapon by a person's attitude and actions.

She saw him summon a bar and she chuckled seeing it hit his head. She almost wanted to comment on the fact if he fought he might accidently summon something that would knock himself out. But she kept it to herself, she at first didn't answer but she hadn't eaten supper or even lunch that day since she often felt odd eating with the other students. She was used to being treated like a loner or a tuft "guy" She hated the feeling of being treated like a teenager when she entered the room, where she came from she was a adult she could've already been married. But she wanted to achieve goals and settling for some boring dull sit on the farm kind of guy didn't alure to her.

She looked at the bar suddenly feeling her hunger which she so often suppressed and smiled slightly. "Sure." She said trying to not act ingrateful, she wasn't one to lose her head over something. She was grateful just she liked to keep her shell on to people, seeing the past she had. She took it slowly she almost felt uneasy seeing she didn't know him that well. She looked up and smiled kindly again, "Thank you." She had good manners even though she wasn't perfect, she often wanted to be polite even if it hurt.