12:30 P.M., was the time the clock said.
It was later in the day since I had talked to Count Valerius. Apparently, my enrollment had already been planned, so all I had to do was find my way around the school. Valerius was a busy man, so he could not accompany me and show me around.
I got lost in the giant hallways of the school. The wallpaper was layered with brown, black, and grays. I looked back down at the schedule that he gave me.
"Vampire Basics, huh," I sighed as I looked back up. Others passed by me, looking in my direction as if I was an outcast. They weren't normal people, though. They were creatures, like me. Mythological creatures people would tell stories about.
I couldn't help but be fascinated by the variety of races in this school. It seemed like there were an infinite amount of monsters roaming through the halls.
"Ya' that new student everybody's talking 'bout?" A voice came from behind, startling me. Not a single person had stepped up and tried to engage in a conversation. I was feeling a bit nervous.
I turned around to face the person, and saw a man covered head-to-toe in silvered fur. He was a Werewolf.
"Uh…," I stuttered. "Everybody is talking about me?"
Not knowing how to respond to it, I just brought up a point that piqued my curiosity.
His eyes widened, showing his gray colored irises. "Oh, ya' don't know," he hummed. "Whatev', nice ta meetcha."
"Huh?"
"Nice…to…meet…you," he echoed.
"No, no. I know what you said. It just confused me a bit," I replied. "Your accent is strong. Where are you from?"
He looked excited, and his tail started to wave around in the air. "Me? Not ta brag, but I am fram the Royal Bloodline of Gigamona."
"I'm happy for you…?"
" 'Course. Enough 'bout me. Tell me 'bout ya' self."
"Uhh, I am Jacob Lavua. I am a Vampire. I am from Conway, Arkansas," I said. "What's your name?"
"Arian. Arian Gigamona. But ya' can call me Arian."
Arian, huh. Cool name.
With my thoughts spilling from my mouth, I said, "So, Arian. What did you mean by 'Royal Bloodline'?"
Arian looked confused. "Oh! You're an idiot," he said in a tone as if he had come to a realization. "I'll just explain it to ya'. There are five main families. I am part of the Royal Bloodline of Werewolves—the best one, might I add—The other four are: Slime, Vampire, Dragons, and finally, Ghouls. Each has their own traits, and traditions based around ancestors. I don't have the time to go into that rabbit hole, but I will tell ya' about my family's tradition!" He sounded excited as he lectured me about his family.
The Gigamona family. Their main motto is: "If you're alone, you're weak!", and as the saying implies, it means each member of the Gigamona family, as well as each subsidiary family, has to follow in groups called Packs. A Pack is when a group of Werewolves hunt together. It is most likely to assert dominance and respect.
Gigamona is a fierce name spread across the world of werewolves. They are the strongest, having the highest quantity of Royal Instincts, even within other branch families. However, they have one major rule regarding their transformation process. They are not allowed to go into Hybrid form, as it is a trait mainly for the lower-classed werewolves. Commoners do not have a Human form, and only have a full- or half-transformation.
"And that's why, I, Arian Gigamona, want to challenge the stereotypes of old, and desire to overtake my dad as the leader of the Gigamona bloodline," he yelled loudly. He pumped his fist up against his chest, showcasing the hair that was laid unnaturally upon his hand. "To do so, I must stay in this form, to show that even someone of low class can become the ruler of Gigamona!"
I clapped. "Impressive aspiration," I replied.
"Yup!"
Before we could continue our conversation, a bell rang. It was the bell indicating it was time to go to your next class. At the sound of it, we said our goodbyes.
"See ya' soon, Jacob," he said.
"Yeah," I waved.
There was one problem, however. I didn't have a map.