Shadowsblade a Whateley Tale: Written by Shadowsblade

Created for war and forged in pain, dealing with demons within and without.

This is the story of a man who finds a magic box, one that changes him into a Teenage Drow girl (a dark elf) and he has to deal with the very sudden change. Then handle all the memories of a Drow that was 'made' for a long lost war. This new part of him, has 40,000 years of memories of fighting that war. She has to deal with all that pent up PTSD, her enemy is here, but she loves her. Her old Queen is here and she wants to kill, that Queen ohh so bad!

So far in the story, Rohanna is being sent to a high school for mutants. While in school, she has to learn to keep that temper in check and her vast skills at killing others! She has been attacked in Boston while shopping, by her new lover by accident of fate and by an assassin that nearly kills her.

The last major hurdle in her short new life, is that a science project gone mad! Has made an exact clone of her and linked it mentally to her every thought, it reacts like an extension of her body now.

Life moves on and she makes a movie to get Fae kind more "Out there" and joins the NYPD as a teen cop!

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Days later

Missy bent down into the passenger window of the car that had just dropped her off at the very lonely looking barren turn-off, “No I will be fine Mr Higgings, I have a friend that will meet me right here in about an hour or so?” she said kind of lying.

“Don’t feel right dropping a teen girl off at a turn-out on a road this far from anyone…all that is here is this two lane and a dusty never used fire road there right behind ya?” the old man behind the wheel worried for the teen.

“I am fine, but I have your address and let's keep in touch?” she smiled back.

“Okay, but you stay safe and if you see trouble coming I would say run into the woods where they can’t find ya?” he said and pulled back onto the small two lane road leading back down the mountain to the tourist trap better known as the small dark town of ‘Dunwich’.

Missy was lucky to find a ride even coming close to here, she had overheard Mr Higgins talking in the diner of the HUGE truck stop “Plucky’s” home of over two hundred gas pumps and the biggest selection in the world of jerky in the US! Mr Higgins had mentioned to the waitress that he was heading up into the mountains up to Dunwich in order to pick up a table his wife found on the net and then head back home…so Missy asked for a ride and he luckily agreed!

The car drove off vanishing around the next bend in the twisty road and Missy turned towards the fire road leading off the large turn-out, “Well the dark web said this is where Whateley Academy is…and I don’t see a thing? Not a sign, building or even tire tracks in the dirt! Kind of like some of them on the net said it would look like…all hidden from sight and some junk!”

Missy took time to tighten up the straps on her large backpack and started to hike up the fire road. A few yards away from her, a very well hidden camera that was part of a very fake tree took notice of the teen walking up the road and swung, panning slowly to follow her.

Over a mile plus up the fire road, a guard in the School’s security department made a note of the teen and clicked on her radio, “We have a walk in and it's a teen…about fifteen in age, five-nine and thin. She has on black jeans, brown coat and large pack…advice?” she asked after describing the new intruder to someone unseen on the other end of the radio.

The guard nodded to her earpiece and must be following some unheard instructions as she switched to the next camera in line with the teen’s travel. She stopped the video, scanned off a screenshot of her face that the guard started to use as a base of data for an identity trace or match off a huge network the school was connected to. The picture of the teen girl was processed by the vast system of the school, it was enhanced by a very basic AI and then a map was made of her face.

As the world of computers tried to match the face scan Whateley had sent out to it for study, the guards called the local Tribal police to maybe head the teen off…but the only unit they had was too far away to arrive before the teen would find the “fire road” flipped over from dirt, gravel and rocks to well disguised black top that “looked like”...dirt, gravel and rocks from space!

The ground under Missy’s feet changes from dirt, gravel and rocks over to some sort of ‘dirt’ colored blacktop with an embossed pattern of gravel and rocks, “Ohhh I must be getting close…you round the bend coming up here…then BOOM the road changed from shit AND over to well made and maintained!” She smiled looking down at the clearly smooth road, that only had some well blended groves in its surface for better snow traction for tires.

So Missy kept to her path and kept walking up the slight hill at a good pace. Soon enough she faced an entrance driveway in a tall stone wall with a Gargoyle guarding each side…she actually ‘felt’ them looking at her…”Hi guys I can guess you are real, can you please tell Rohanna and Rehanna I am here for a visit?”

Sam was watching the girl’s progress on the security department’s wall of monitors and when she heard the teen say that last line and the name, all Sam could muster was “FUCK…I really did not need this shit today!”

Sam sighed out long and hard as she placed her cup of coffee down, “Just thought I might get to finish one cup before hell busted out each day?” and then she started to walk out of the office at a fast pace. Sam knew that girl’s face and would never forget it…she was the kidnapped teen that was housed with Rohanna in the NEw Jersey kidnapping-human trafficking debacle. But she was supposed to be sent back home to her family till any court trials came up…sh Sam was told!

Missy strolled up to the academy’s guard gate and waved at the men in the large armored booth, “Hiya I am here to see Rohanna and Rehanna?” she smiled from behind the locked gate that could stop a tank.

Just after Missy spoke, Sam rolled up in one of the academy’s armored jeeps with three other jeeps coming from several directions and Sam stepped out waving to the men in the guard shack, “I got this guys…keep playing cards and gambling away your lunch money!” she growled at the fact she had just caught them not watching over the school yet one more time!

One of the guards shrugged, “Fifty push ups Admiral?” he asked meekly knowing he was caught and maybe just lost his next raise.

“When you clock out, you are not doing punishments on my dime kids!” she barked at them like an angry father that had just got home from work and one of the men tilted his head down in shame knowing that she was mad…very mad.

Sam walked up to the gates and she gave it a ‘mental’ tap with her built-in computer systems, the heavy gate slid away and opened to her. “Miss Imahara, I thought you went home after the NYPD was done with taking your testimony?”

Missy’s eyes lowered, “I did, but it was kind of how I left it and grew worse after I got back. So I headed out to New York one night and was going to stay with a kid I knew from that PLACE…but they went missing? So I talked to the cops and they say the whole family vanished one night in the middle of their dinner. The place was untouched, but uneaten dinner was sitting on the dining table and on a TV tray…someone took them. SOOOO I thought, I best hide myself and thought…’self’ where should I go? WELLLLLL I came up with the idea of heading out to find the twins as I knew they had a place at a school for mutants and the dark web led me here!” she bubbled out a long winded story in an accent that said Los Angeles valley girl all over it…the accent had come back in fashion recently in LA to Sam’s pain. As some of the students had taken to using it insanely too much for her sanity, then add ‘taken to it recently’...that meant the practice would last for many more months among the students!

“Missy what am I going to do with you? You really can’t stay here, one you are not a mutant or any of the many types of kids we normally educate here.” Sam warned the teen that she had VERY LOW odds of staying at the Academy for any long time.

“Call the twins and let's see what they have to say!” Missy demanded with a little but cute stomp of her foot.

“I am too old for this shit.” Sam said facepalming and sending a call via her internal computer link for the guards on that side of campus to go grab the twins for her.

It was not a long wait before yet one more armored jeep showed up with two bickering, and yelling twins in the back seat. One of the twins jumped out of the rear door and started to say to Sam “What is up Sam and why…” she asked, then jumped over to Missy and gave her a huge hug.

“What are you doing here?” the Drow twin hugging Missy asked the teen girl.

Missy was starting to tear up, “I went home thinking I was wrong and it was not that bad there. BUT I got home and found it was the same…and WORSE! My mom was all over dad for me running away, my brother hates me for all the heat he personally caught when I ran off and I left again.”

“It's okay now,” Rehanna said as she went to hug Missy and those that knew the twins could tell it was Rehanna because she was the only one of the pair that wore “Death skull hello kitty” T-shirts!

“Now tell them about New York?” Sam asked the teen to add to her story.

“Well I went to New York to stay with one of the girls I made friends with at…you know where…and I found her place all locked up with a cop car sitting out front watching the place. So I asked what happened and the detectives showed up, checked out who I was and told me the whole family up and vanished while eating dinner…plates left out all covered in food…stuff all tossed over the table like there might have been a small, but short struggle…GONE all five of them!”

“Okay so why did you not stay with the cops?”

“I don’t trust one of them, I used my skills on the dark web, tracked you both down to here…Can I PLEASE STAY HERE?” she asked with teenager puppy dog eyes.

“I think so?” Rohanna said and asked Sam…Sam shook her head till Rehanna spun Missy around to face her. “Sam, can you resist this CUTE face…she is pleading with us for protection…WE GOTTA STEP UP!” Rehanna added in.

Sam stepped back and put her hands on her hips, she was tired and needed a vacation, she told herself mentally! “Fine, we can put her up for a few weeks then.”

“Nope we put her up for as long as she wants to stay!” Rohanna demanded, “We have the Fae scholarship to cover the costs!”

“She is not a Fae?” Sam asked.

“If we say she is Fae…then she is FAE…who are you to tell us FAE that we are wrong?” Rehanna angrily reasoned that no human tells the Drow what is Fae and what is NOT FAE!

“Fine I will get the paperwork started and since I already know who she is….this will be easy. You take her over to Poe and have Mrs Horton find her a room, as it's best she be housed there and the rest of the students know that a “norm” like her is not to be messed with since she is protected by you and the rest of the Fae.” Sam said and started to walk away, while mumbling on how she was going to tell Mrs Carson that we now had a regular human staying at Poe cottage!

As the teens walked away, Rehanna grabbed a campus map off the dash of one of the school’s jeeps, “This is the map to your new home and never leave without it till you know the full campus…can’t have you get lost!”

“Yes and if you see a sign that says “Stay out or no entry”...do not go there even if a student says it’s okay…IT'S NOT. You have to remember that you are a human and this place was not exactly built for humans!”

“Yep and we have underground tunnels between many of the buildings here for use in winter, stick to the clearly marked main ones...do not go exploring.” Rohanna warned.

“We had some students go exploring decades ago and we still can’t find them.”

Missy laughed…and Rehanna looked at her, “We are not joking”

“Ohhh shit!” she gasped back as Rohanna nodded, “We found one or he popped up decades later…he vanished in the Seventies, THEN poof up he pops four whole decades later and didn't age a single day.”

“Ohhh man this place is weird!” Missy admitted and started reading from the map that was more smaller pamphlet than a single page map! This one had layers, several layers underground and went on for what seemed to be miles! Above and below ground!

“Weird…if ‘weird’ had a capitol, this school would be it!” Rohanna laughed and somewhat cringed!

“Let’s get you set at Poe where we stay at, then over to the store to get you all set up.”

On the way to Poe cottage, Rehanna leaned over Missy’s shoulder and pointed out the major spots for her on the map, as she then pointed out the “place” named... “that over there is Crystal hall the school’s cafeteria and next to that is one of the places where they will test you out for what classes to take…and it's the admin building too!”

Shortly they arrived at Poe’s door after a pretty long walk!

Rohanna grabbed the door’s handle, but had to speak and ask Missy for a promise…”Missy the students in here are a bit strange like us and most of them are housed here because they flipped sexes when they mutated or are LGBQ you name it in some way and need a safe place. PROMISE you will never speak of it outside of these walls!”

Missy nodded, “I promise and understand.” The teen understood all of the ways others lived their lives and didn't really care what they enjoyed as long as it hurt no one!

Once inside, the twins introduced Missy to Mrs Horton and got her all set up in a single room on their floor. Mrs Hroton was just fine with a human staying in Poe, she jested as they all left, “Maybe we can dump a vat of green radioactive goo on ya or have one of our more mad students test something on ya?”

“Ahhh that is a no…no one like Jobe is getting hands on her!”

“”Jobe?” Missy questioned with an evil grin.

“NO!” both twins barked in stereo, “HE…SHE might turn you into GOO in a jar!”

“Hey now I am GOO! And let me tell you this new kid, we are very nice!” Kyley laughed as she entered Poe’s door and passed by the group.

“Goo?” Missy asked again.

“Yes GOO as in Great Old Ones, Deep ones, Eldar Gods, Demons, Angels or lastly alien, it all matters on who you ask and how they feel about me at the time?” Ky explained in a long winded matter that was normal for her.

“A what?” Missy asked again as Rehanna dragged her away “I’ll explain all of THAT” she said eyeballing Kyley “as we go see the room Mrs Horton picked out for ya!”

As they vanished up the stairs, Sam showed up with a stack of papers for Missy to sign off on and handed them to Mrs Horton, “Her are all the forms she will have to sign off on by hand, I filled them out on my computer and printed them out to save her some time and grief filling them out!”

“So You found a project for the twins to do…and filled that empty spot with a human teen?” Kyley asked.

“Kind of,” Sam shrugged.

“Good, Drow need something to work on that is not them or war…they are kind of like working dogs you humans have.”

“How?” Mrs Horton asked, thinking that Ky might be slighting the twins or insulting them.

“Ohhh if you don’t find them something to do, they CERTAINLY WILL find something to do and you might not like it.”

“I thought the job in the NYPD was helping?” Sam said, sighing.

“It did till that cop died and then they fell off a mental cliff…sooner or later it would have gone bad for them or the world. Good go Sam…you fixed a mess before it became one!” she smiled and started to go up the stairs to her room.

“Kyley…girl you are hiding something.” Sam said while looking up the stairs at her.

“I am a very old being…we always hide something from the young, that is our job in the multiverse!” she laughed back as she kept climbing the stairs.

About an hour later inside Whateley’s Huge student store…or mini-mall!

“No Missy, get three sets of sheets. One is on the bed, one is maybe being washed and the last is in reserve in case you need it!” Rohanna said as she tossed yet one more bagged sheet set into the quickly overfilling cart.

“Let’s just grab a few clothes for ya now and really tear up the credit card in New York or maybe a LA shopping trip?” Rehanna suggested as she dropped a dozen huge towels into the cart.

“I still can’t get over how big this place is?” Missy says while still marveling over the huge student store, that is partially underground and the size of a mini-mall!

“It has to be this big, some students can’t leave campus because of how they look or health reasons and others don’t want to because they feel unsafe out there or are "on the lamb” from certain groups. Here they are safe because “nearly” no one is dumb enough to attack a school full of heros and villains!” Rehanna adds and makes a mental note to add “nearly” as the school was attacked just before they arrived here…it did not go well for the attackers, a few students got hurt and staff were killed.

Rohanna’s bunny phone rang as Missy started to look over the bathroom supplies she might need and Rehanna just started to toss stuff into the cart unless Missy shook her head to it “No I hate that shampoos smell or that soap hates my skin!” she might comment to each and deny its entry into her ever filling cart

As the phone rang, Rohanna noted the caller ID and smiled at who it was, “Soooo Tim what is up?” she sang to the talent agent that was handling the twins “hollyweird” stuff!

“Well I was just going to ask if you wanted to do a warm up for all the pressers you both will be doing for Lord of thrones?” he asked and Rohanna could just “feel” the plastic smile sound in this voice even over a phone!

“What do you have in mind?” Rohanna asked, thinking of all the press events and “red” carpets she had done as crew decades ago when she was still a human and male and NOT a TWIN!

“The show is out west in Lost Wages and on that Pawn Palace cable TV show,” he started.

“The one where the owner Mick offers about twenty percent of what a thing in question is worth, then whines about how he has to hire staff to “clean it up” and make a “price card” before they show it for sale…as if all that “work” costs a thousand bucks for each small thing they sell!”

“I know, the guy owning the shop is a drama queen, but he has a very real seller that states “that he has three elven swords and two daggers” for sale that are thousands of years old and worth millions. Or so he says?”

“We will see,” Rohanna silently shrugged, the odds on an elven blade lasting this long in human hands was lotto winning ticket rare times a thousand!

“I’ll send over a packet for ya with an itinerary, tickets if you need them and hotel choices. Sadly I know you can’t gamble, but we might be able to swing a charity card game while you are there?” Tim added in hopes to soften the blow to the pair that they were not adults in the eyes of the law, but he knew the pair WERE full adults in reality!

“What card game?” Rohanna grinned at the screen.

“Texas hold-em or blackjack…I’ll look deeper into it for you!”

“We’ll do it, just send the info over to the school’s main building and make it look or sound like we have no choice BUT to come out there!” she laughed and he knowingly winked back as Tim cut the line.

Missy could only say “What?” dimly and quizzically when Rohanna spun back to look at the pair still shopping.

“Well we are not going to shop in New York or LA for now…we just got a TV show gig in Las Vegas! So let's shop there and maybe LA if need be?” Rohanna told them with a wicked wild grin of one that was looking forward to fun!

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Shadowsblade here.

This story in a joint venture with a group of fan fic authors, so far this group is made up of Nuuan, then Branek and finally myself. We all got together and after a jumpy start decided to make a group of stories that all take place within the Whateley fanfic universe.

To have an idea about the main protagonist this story's will develop
around here is a short introduction.

Angels Peril a Whateley Tale: Written by Branek
Tormented by the past, Angel is struggling between light and dark.

Melvin a Whateley Tale: Written by Branek
They say old soldiers never die, Melvin is about to learn that the hard
way.

The Way of the Dragon a Whateley Tale: Written by Branek
Born for eternity but vulnerable like a child, dragons shouldn't leave
their nest.

Every Rose has it Thorns a Whateley Tale: Written by Nuaan
Watch what you say around rose, could give you more trouble than you ever
asked for.
This one is coming soon, bug him for it! lol

Kelly a Whateley Tale: Written by Nuaan
Struggling with fate, Kelly has to deal with love and loss.

Shadowsblade a Whateley Tale: Written by Shadowsblade
Created for war and forged in pain, dealing with demons within and
without.

Vantier a Whateley Tale :Written by Shadowsblade
Ancient and Powerful Vantier awakens in a foreign world, struggling to
find her place in it.

You might ask yourself what is the Whateley Universe? To make it short,
here is a abstract straight out off the wiki.

Whateley is a Prep School for different teens. VERY different ones. Where else could a kid go to a school that has a resident demon living in the furnace? Or meet magic users, mutants of every imaginable kind, get trained in how to handle some rather odd abilities, and worry about
flunking Freshman English? Come visit Whateley Academy, nestled in the
lovely hills of New Hampshire. Just down the road from a town named
Dunwich... (Mythos jokes purely intentional).
This is the Whateley Academy Universe, a shared universe with over a dozen authors and more than a hundred stories (and counting). The stories range in size from vignettes to novels. It's a Mutant High scenario with both a strong transgender theme and a slightly watered down Cthulhu Mythos theme.

It's also very much a work in progress.'
If you want further information you will find them on.

http://crystalhall.wikia.com/wiki/Whateley_Academy_Wiki

or

http://whateleyacademy.net/

But I have to thank, Both Branek and Nuuan for their vast input and the ability they both have to 'bounce' off ideas and improve them!

To all my readers who have e-mailed me and given support--THANKS!

Please feel free, to add a review to this story and others. As those kind words are 'cookies' that keeps that muse well fed on the 'sometimes' long breaks between stories!

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