“Yes, my lord. It is an honor.”
He smiled and walked toward her, the soles of his shoes making a light thudding sound against the marble. Her eyes grew wide again and she sat down. She fixed her glasses once again before typing on the computer and clearing her throat.
“I’m sorry, high prince. I just need to see which class you are to be speaking with today.”
“It’s quite all right.”
She stared at him with her mouth slightly open, an almost confused look on her face.
“What is your name?”
“My name? Oh, yes, my name.” She let out a laugh that sounded strained before fixing her glasses once again. “Deetta, my lord. Thank you for inquiring.”
“Well, Detta, where shall I be lecturing this morning?”
She smiled at him before looking at the screen and jotting down something on a small slip of paper. “Room six, my lord. It is the last door on the right once you get to the top of the stairs.” She handed him the slip of paper and pointed to the stairs.
He nodded and headed up the white carpeted staircase. The wrought iron railing spiraled around itself as it wound its way up before curving into a gargoyle’s head. He ran his hands along the head of the monster once he was at the top. He turned right and walked down the eerily silent hallway. Several closed doors lined each side of him, along with open arched entrances that held a dining hall as well as a library. He stopped in front of room six and knocked on the smooth oak. The only noise that came from the other side was the light tapping of heels across the tile. The door swung silently open. The instructor bowed her head and moved to the side to allow him entrance. Fifteen bodies stood and lowered their heads in unison as he walked in. “Be at ease.”
All of them sat and the instructor left. He watched the class, their bodies looking like grown adults, honed to perfection and reeking of youth. This was the first maturing class that would be graduating into their transition since they had taken control. “I’m here to speak with you about the transition you will soon be experiencing and what it means for me to be future king of the race. Are there any questions before we start?” Ten hands raised at once, all males with broad smiles on their faces. “Not pertaining to the sexual aspect of the transition?” All hands dropped. “We will get to all of that later, and all of your questions will be answered.”
He walked behind the teacher’s desk and sat into the butter soft leather chair. “Now, I am aware that you have all had some kind of class dealing with the nature of the transition, but really haven’t gone into depth about it. I am going to start off by explaining why a DarkShine goes through the change.” He leaned back in the chair as he stared at the faces before him. They all seemed eager to hear what he had to say, empty slates for him to educate. “When a DarkShine reaches the age of adulthood, as you all are going through, our bodies must go through a change in order to fully mature. Physically you all appear as if you are adults, but what you don’t know is that soon a chemical change will happen within your body that will make you stronger, faster, and essentially the most powerful being on this planet.”
They stared at him intently, their postures straight and their faces reflecting excitement. He was impressed that they were able to keep their composure when he knew they were like live grenades inside. Their hands were folded properly, their navy and white uniforms crisp and pressed to perfection. An embroidered gargoyle’s head graced the corner of their jackets, the white stitching standing out against the dark blue.
“You will know when the change comes. It is different for each of us. The females will let off a strong pheromone that lets the males know she is nearing her transition and will soon be fertile. The males will smell the pheromones and hear the calling for sexual relief. You will be powerless to stop the change, or the need to be with someone sexually. It is all part of the transition and is essential that you take their vein as well as find release with them.”
A young male in the front row raised his hand. “What would happen if we did resist it?”
“I have heard of some cases where young DarkShines have tried to resist the transition, going so far as to chain themselves to something so that they were alone. I will not go into detail as to the aftermath of these situations, but I assure you they are not pleasant and are not recommended. Now, any other questions?”
He saw several arms go up, and already knew what they were going to ask because it was always the same. “You, in the far back corner, stand please and state what you are called.” A large male stood, his towering height and muscular build seeming to dwarf even fully matured DarkShine. His ash blond hair swept across his forehead and his bright blue eyes looked back at him with pent-up excitement.