One of these days he was going to drop. That was a realization that Kaegen knew, but ignored. He had been pushing himself constantly and hard and it showed all too obviously. He looked worse than dead, he looked thoroughly deceased. The shadows under his eyes looked like someone had added far too much eyeliner and then smeared it around underneath the eyelid. His hair was a reck and he was getting progressively thinner. His large umbrella was fastened to his back, and a regal black and blue silk cape gave his appearance a extremely bizarre twist.
He had come so close to death, by sole merit of a lack of nerves and so self control, which were borne of a lack of sleep. And the lack of sleep was caused by his incessant need to never stop. There were things to learn, things to do. If he stopped there was no way he was going to catch up with her, there was no way he would ever get on her level. And so he trained more, and stayed up later, forcing his eyes to remain open until he collapsed, only to wake up an hour later and do it all over again.
Life was tough, and it sucked. It was depressing and cold and shallow. No love was spared for the little half vampire. And even though he was subjected to this every day, he never noticed. He was as happy as he’d ever been, sleep deprived and constantly scared. He liked school, he didn’t mind the sick feeling in his stomach or the headaches. It was normal, like breathing. It was a part of life and if you got upset about things like that then you may as well be dead. Besides, everyone felt what he was feeling. It wasn’t like he was different, or special.
He was the same, except for his name. His name set him apart from the rest of them, his name gave him strength and courage and skill. He was pondering his name, and ignoring a headache when he entered the study room. He had to do some research, or there was no way he was going to pass any of his classes. Considering his lack of decent studying, it was surprising to some that his grades were as high as they were. Kaegen himself wasn’t surprised, it made sense for him to be smart. But he didn’t want to push his luck any more than he had to.
But lo and behold there was someone else already in the study room, reading a book. A boy, unless the ravenclaw missed his guess. Kaegen walked over to the bookcase, moving smoother and softer than perhaps a boy should be moving, and chose a book. He then walked back across the room, sat down on the floor with his back against a wall, and, holding the book upside down, blankly stared at the pages.
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