As her dark brown eyes flashed before my eyes, I could see that none of them had as dark a brown as this girl's. His eyes were as warm and sincere as tea, as happy as chocolate. She was looking at me with such intense energy that I couldn't decide whether this girl was good or bad. I could easily read people, list personality analysis instantly. What I saw in Daisy was pure kindness. She looked like an innocent girl.
"Hello, I'm M..." Raven casually broke my sentence.
"Daisy, let me introduce you to Camellia," Raven said, smiling at her.
"Nice to meet you, Camellia," Daisy said in a kindly tone.
As I shook Daisy's outstretched hand, I simply replied with a fake smile. Even though I wanted to get rid of the girl's hands that had just touched Raven's neck, he wouldn't let go of my hand.
"Excuse me," I said, frowning as I tried to pull my hand away.
As the expression on the girl's face turned serious, she began to frown at the hand she was holding. Raven leaned over us and removed her hand from mine. The girl's eyes were blank for a moment, but she recovered. Blood pooled where he held my hand tightly, and a redness sat on my white skin.
"What are you doing?" I asked. Raven had closed her eyes and was muttering something. I didn't know what she was saying, but Daisy was getting pale. Staring in surprise at the girl's fading face, Raven swung her words even harder, as if threatening.
"I'll tell you in a minute." She said when she had finished what she was saying.
As I watched Daisy carefully, I saw her skin tone regain its vibrant hue. She blinked her long eyelashes a few times and opened her eyes wide. He looked like a kitten just waking up from his sleep. He fixed his dark brown eyes on me again and studied me carefully. Again and again she looked at my damp white hair, my blue eyes, and my porcelain-white skin.
"What a beautiful thing you are! Or are you the Snow White in question?" she asked, with a child's glee. Okay... Is it normal for someone this age to make me look like a fairy tale character called Snow White that I don't like? It didn't look like that.
"No, I have nothing to do with Snow White," I said, giving her a sideways glance and smiling.
"What!" he shouted, jumping where I was and bumping into Raven as I stepped back. When I glanced over my shoulder at him, he gave me a straight look. "Are you serious?" I couldn't believe I was living this moment as I gave Daisy odd looks as she continued to scream.
"Daisy, it's close to class time, baby. Go to class before it's late if you want," Raven said flatly.
"Yes, yes yes," he said in surprise. "You're right it must have started, I must go. I must go, oh I-I must go," she continued excitedly. His dark brown eyes turned to me and he approached me so quickly and kissed me on the cheek that I was in shock.
"I love your hair, white girl. It's beautiful, it's beautiful. Your hair is beautiful," she sang with a gleeful laugh. Then, without waiting for my reply, he pressed a kiss to my hair and turned around and started bouncing off.
"What was that now?" I said, looking confused behind her. I run my fingers over the girl's kissed cheek and wipe the lips that had touched Raven's. He kind of kissed my cheek in Raven. My God, this was so disgusting and tickling.
"Daisy is a seer. When she touches someone, she sees everything, all the good and bad about the life she will live. It makes her weak and collapses. Her constitution weakens, her mental balance changes. That's why I had to stop her, " Raven said, looking at the gray city. as we continue to explore.
She stopped when we came to an empty playground and she started to walk towards the empty chairs. While following him, I saw that the playground is no different from normal parks. "So he saw my life?" I asked, as we sat down in a chair.
She shook her head heavily. "Yes, but I erased everything he saw. He knows nothing about her except that her name is Camellia. And stay away from the oracle. And never tell anyone your real name," he said firmly and firmly.
"How am I to distinguish the prophets?" I asked.
"Eyes. "
"Eyes?"
"Yes, the biggest and only common point of the oracles is their dark brown eyes. Their eyes are usually larger and brighter than an ordinary person."
"So what if the oracles find out who I am?" I asked, keeping my eyes on her.
"Bad things happen. Never trust oracles," he said as if whispering a very important secret to me.
"Well, what other rules are there?" I asked, as I began to look around.
"Your real name is very important and you should never ever tell anyone. Same with your last name. If any connection with Arthur is found out, it will be catastrophic, God help us..."
"Do you believe it?" I asked, a little hesitantly.
"Ateşoğlu does not have a religion, language, or race. The purebred Ateşoğulları speak the first descended language, namely Hebrew. This first language, which is common with human beings, lasted until Arthur came. All languages began to be used after Arthur. Because the hybrids spoke different languages. "For easier communication, a cosmic magic has been done to make you perceive the other person as if they can speak their own language. Someone you think speaks English probably speaks German, Turkish, French and many more."
I took my eyes off the yellow and navy blue swings and turned to the lonely star in the pitch black sky. He looked like he had a star in both eyes. A double starry eye, jet black and bright.
"Where are you from?" I asked.
"I was born in Scotland but lived in England until I found out I was the Son of Fire. I'm the child of one of Arthur's daughters. So you and I are like cousins," he said with a smile.
"I wouldn't want a half-brother like you anyway..." I thought. It was hard for me not to breathe a sigh of relief audibly.
"I see. How old are you?" I asked, tucking a white strand that had fallen before my eyes behind my ear.
"20." she replied, eyes staring at me deeply. There was an expression in his eyes but I couldn't decipher it.
I thought, "I was still 16. I'll be officially 17 soon." "What difference does it make if I'm 17, the man is older than my brother," I continued my reproachful thoughts inside.
"Which month? "
"November. November 1st."
I remembered that today is the second day of November. His birthday was yesterday. Mine was just three days later.
"Yesterday was your birthday. Ah, well... It's been a day but happy birthday," I said smiling.
"Thank you," he said with a laugh. Then he stood up. "Time to return to the midst of mankind. Let's go, Camellia."
*
"Stella, Stella," I nudged my friend, who had fallen asleep on the bench. It was as if he had fallen into a deep sleep as his blond hair clung to his face, causing his face to be completely covered. He wouldn't wake up despite my poking, he was snoring like a hibernating Bear.
"The teacher is here, get up!" I shouted, poking harder.
When I saw Miss Smith walking through the classroom door, I stood up and nudged Stella more. But he wasn't waking up.
Sitting back in my seat, I stopped poking Stella. He certainly didn't look like he was going to wake up. I didn't know what to do as Miss Smith's gaze swept over us.
"Matilda, wake up Stella," he said in an authoritative voice. Then she looked at me more carefully. "What did you do to your hair?" he asked, looking at my white hair. I reiterated the statement I made to my mother since yesterday evening.
"My real hair color. Because I've always dyed my hair black, it was pretty worn out. I had a haircut and it regained its natural color."
"Good," he said as he pulled out his chair and sat down.
"Thanks." I said smiling.
I shook Stella so hard this time that she straightened up in surprise. While she was looking strangely at the class and Mrs. Smith, Mrs. Smith was starting her lesson.
When the break bell rang, I threw my notebook into the compartment at the bottom of the desk and got up quickly. Stella wasn't looking at me as she sat still. This arrogance bothered me. I may have said harsh words, but I wasn't the only one who was wrong.
"Are you coming to the cafeteria?" I asked, as if nothing had happened.
"No," he said, not even bothering to look at me.
"Do you want anything?" I asked, trying to keep my tone calm.
"Yeah, a little bit of silence," he said, and took off his earphones and slid them into his ear, ignoring their intermingling. She buried her head on the bench and closed her eyes.
While I was leaving the classroom, it was impossible not to be disturbed by the eyes I felt on me.
"Hair on the underside..."
I bowed my head as I hurried down to the cafeteria. But I'm suddenly stuck with my wrist caught. When I turned my eyes to the owner of the hand on my wrist, I was met with dark brown eyes that were watching me intently.
"We need to talk," said North, with a rather serious face.
Frowning, I looked at his hand that was holding my wrist, and he pulled his hand away, but he didn't take his stubborn coffee out of my face.
"What are we going to talk about?" I asked in a stern tone.
"Saturday night I saw you. You were with that man, the man who was the murderer!" When he said that, I swallowed hard with my eyes wide open.
"North was a Fireson..."
As his dark brown eyes studied my face intently, I wiped my confused expression and pretended that nothing had happened.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, hoping he wouldn't detect any nervousness in my voice.
"Are you going to keep lying to me? I'm aware of everything." When he said that, a little anger started to show in the serious expression on his face.
I stared at him blankly, thinking what to do. North was a fireboy. Damn, he couldn't possibly be my brother, could he?
"You're getting really silly. What am I doing in the park in the middle of the night? And with a man?" I gasped angrily. I quickly scrambled to the side to avoid continuing this conversation. It was in front of me again in the North. "Get out," I said, frowning.
"We're not done talking yet," his voice was harsh, and he was standing tall in front of me, glaring at me. I think it was the first time I saw anger on his face.
"Yeah, it's over," I said, pushing him away and rushing to the cafeteria.
While I was waiting in line in the cafeteria, I had no idea what to do. North was the son of fire. He was different like me, and having his father as my father was a nightmare idea.
I couldn't wait for the queue in the cafeteria any longer, I pushed the blue iron door that opens to the school garden and felt the ice cold to my bones. Closing the door behind me, ignoring the students who were sneaking cigarettes and their strange eyes staring at me, I moved to a place where no one was present. By the time I pulled out my phone and found Raven's number, my fingers were paralyzed from the cold. I dialed the number and put it to my ear. Even the fact that I was looking for Raven got me excited.
"Camellia?" She picked up the phone as if asking. I didn't know what to say for a few seconds, and I was stuck with the sentence he said in a harmonious way. Who would pick up the phone like that?
"Raven," I said, forgetting what I was calling for. What was I calling for? Ah, he spoke in such a tone that I forgot what to say.
"Yeah, is there a problem?" she asked in a voice full of curiosity and concern.
"Yes, there is. There was also the incident that happened with a kid at my school and..."
"Yeah, what happened to that boy?"
"He told me he just saw you," I said, and there was silence on the other end of the phone.
"I'm coming over there. What grade are you in?" he asked.
"Why?" I asked, frowning. I said what grade I'm in.
"I'm coming, Camellia," he said and hung up on me. For a while, I stared at the phone that was hanging up in my face in bewilderment. "Oh no, I guess he wouldn't come here?" I muttered as I walked dazedly towards the cafeteria.
I tried to grab two hot chocolates and walk towards my classroom without looking at anyone. But people were looking carefully at my white hair and eyebrows. While I saw a few mocking contemptuous looks, there were more appreciative looks.
I walked into the classroom and walked over to Stella, who was obsessed with looking out the window. As I made my way to my desk, I wanted to know what Stella was up to. She definitely didn't look good, she.
"You like it," I said, putting the hot chocolate in front of him. The hot chocolate slowly turned its eyes to me, then to the chocolate in front of it.
"I love it. Thank you." She said, taking the cardboard cup in her palms. He took a sip and turned his eyes back to the sky. She eyed me admiringly as her eyes returned to me.
"Your hair is beautiful," he said, smiling at me. Stella knew my original self because she had seen my old photos at home.
"Really? Don't I look like a freak?" I asked.
"No, you look so marginal. So cool," he said with a laugh. He took his hands from the cardboard cup and swept them over my face. "Even your eyelashes are white. You've become a cotton girl. I think you should change the blue head to the white head," she said, playing with my hair.
"We'll see," I said, and on an impulse I tapped his forehead with the back of my hand. "I missed you asshole," I said, stroking the spot.
He smiled warmly at me with big eyes and wrapped his arms around my neck and hugged me tightly. I hugged her tightly too. "I missed you too," he said, scratching my back. When I said, "Why did you go to Muğla?" Mr. Watson entered the classroom and I just stared at the door of the classroom.
Even though I heard Stella say, "I went to have a good time," I didn't answer, and I just walked in the door, crossed her arms and looked at the man leaning against the wall. He continued to stare at me while he was enjoying the amazement on my face.
"Matilda?" Love asked.
"Hmm?" I said in surprise.
"Where are you staring at like you've seen a ghost?" I said, trying hard not to laugh at what I thought was Raven.
"Ghost," I said, staring at Raven. I raised an eyebrow and looked at him as if to say, what are you doing here?
"Again?" Stella asked, fidgeting with fear.
"No, I was just kidding," I said and slowly pulled out my phone and started texting Raven discreetly from under the desk.
Matilda; "What are you doing here?"
I kept my eyes on him as I left my phone under the desk. He had a mocking smile on his face as he stared at his white hand that slid down into the pocket of his black trousers. She slowly pulled out her phone and winked at me. I almost died of excitement when he read my message and started replying.
"Who are you texting with?" Stella asked, looking at my vibrating phone under the desk.
"A friend," I whispered.
"Who is that friend?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at me. "Did you make love?"
"Don't be silly, of course not." I said and slowly opened the phone and looked at the message I received.
King of the Crows: "I said I would come."
Matilda: "To class?"
"So who are you texting with?" Stella asked, glaring at me.
Even though I wanted to say it's none of your business, we just made peace, it wouldn't be hard for us to get offended again. My eyes darted to Raven as I contemplated what to say. As her eyes watch me intently, my phone vibrates again. When the phone under the desk vibrated again, I ignored it because if I opened the message Stella would definitely see it. When I turned my head to look at Raven, I didn't see her where she was. He was standing over Mr Watson's head, looking at the notes he had given. When he looked at me and smiled, I knew I had gotten good grades. My heart beat faster with excitement as he left Mr. Watson and started coming towards me.
My eyes widened in surprise as he sat on my desk. Sitting on the bench, he leaned over me and grinned, showing his white teeth. His gaze wandered over my face in delight as I opened my eyes wide.
"Get up," I said, just moving my lips. I swallow hard as his black eyes carefully read my lips. I squinted my eyes at him as he answered me by raising his eyebrows.
I breathed a sigh of relief when the bell rang signaling the end of class. Stella tossed her head off my shoulder and pulled the Biology textbooks out of her bag. When I said to Raven, moving my lips, "Go," she just got off the bench. Biology began, with Mr. Watson leaving and Mr. Laurent in. When the longest forty minutes of my life were finally over, the bell rang again, I could sigh of relief.
"My God…" I said, tossing the books under the desk. While I was quickly opening and reading the last messages that came to my phone, I had to strain myself not to smile.
King of the Crows: "What difference does it make?" he said in response to my last message.
King of the Crows: "I think I'll visit you more often at your school."
King of the Crows: "Don't go to the next lessons. We need to go to Shadow and talk about this."
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