God Tier Academy | Dirk x Reader {Chapter One}

A young girl sits on a rickety chair, writing the last of a Universal History essay. She glanced to the bottom right corner of her screen, waiting for a Skype message to come in from her Troll Pen-Pal, but to no avail. It had been weeks since she had heard from him, and was worried for his safety. He would always ramble on about how, even though He was a Violet-Blood, one of the highest there was, everyone hated him and made threats almost every other day. She was worried that someone had gone through with one of those threats. She fiddled with an intricate ring on her middle finger, a gift sent from Alternia, courtesy of her Pen-Pal. The young girl sighed, and let her mind wander and think of all the late night talks they used to have, until a loud grumble roused her from her nomadic thinking.
It has been many days since she has eaten a proper meal, and even longer since she has taken care of her personal hygiene. This young girls home life is not what some would say, Homely. In her eyes, while she did have a place to stay out from the cold at night, the people she lives with are far from nice. Harsh words tossed around daily, as often as an intake of oxygen. Not always directed at her, but with defending the youngest of the house, they might as well be all directed at her.
This young woman, (Y/N) is her name, lives in a foster home. The parents who took her in also look after three other children, all of them having been taken in before her. The youngest, Agnes, was the one who garnered the brunt of the hate. Being only six, just starting school, and the extra costs of a newly recruited school child, she had to take up most of the costs of the household. The parents, Mr and Mrs VanDerWoodson, May have had a fancy last name, but they were fare from it. They were foulmouthed, low on money and verbally abusive the foster children, only taking them n for extra money to kick-start Mr VanDerWoodson’s newest business venture, almost all the ones before ending up in disaster.  The two older foster children, Mako and Rey, were almost always away from the house with their band taking up almost all of their time. While they are only 17, a year older than (Y/N), their childhood moulded them with minds of adults, with cold exteriors.
However, even a cold exterior can be broken with enough mistreatment. With Mr and Mrs VanDerWoodson frequently mistreating Agnes, her school studies began to fall and she wasn’t as responsive as she used to be. (Y/N) noticing, she started to stand up for her and care for her, something that Mako and Rey had never done for her. While it had helped Agnes and put her back on the path of a bright future, it had started to take quite the toll on (Y/N).
Now it was her turn to fall behind. However, With (Y/N) being in High School and her psyche being that of a 16 year olds, her studies fell much further back, causing her to hit rock bottom. She started to hear voices, coaxing her to do many wicked things. She never took this voice in head, though it was always there. It was a woman’s voice, booming and tantalizing. Telling her she wasn’t made for this world. Although she may not have taken it in heed, its words got to her.

‘You’re not for this world’

‘Without me, you’re useless’

‘Just Die, then you’ll be at peace’

‘Then, you’ll be wanted.’

(Y/N)  Shook her head, dispelling the voice for now. The voice always appeared to her in times of weakness or stress and considering the constant stress as of late, the voice was around most of the time, which frightened little Agnes. Seeing her only good role model talk to herself, it’s hard. How long since the voice had started? (Y/N) didn’t remember, all she recalls is screaming. She hears a small knock on her door
“Who is it?” She breathes in and holds her breath, silently wishing it to be one of her siblings, not wanting to deal with the VanDerWoodson’s.
“I-It’s Agnes…..Can I C-come in?” A soft, meek voice came from beyond the door. (Y/N) exhales a sigh of relief. She stands from her desk and saves her work, glancing at the blue glow pulsate. She shuffled towards the door, careful not to step on any items that were strewn across the room.  
“Of course Agnes, what’s wrong?” She enquired, opening the door ever so slowly, as not to alert their foster parents. Agnes only ever came to her room when something was wrong.
“It’s p-past seven t-thirty…” she stuttered, pointing to (Y/N)’s bedside clock. Its hands read quarter to eight.
“Oh shoot! I’m sorry Agnes, I completely lost track of time. Do you still want me to sing you a lullaby?” (Y/N) exclaimed. Agnes nodded.
“I can’t g-get to sleep without I-it” Agnes slipped her hand into (Y/N)’s as they crept down the hallway and up to the attic, which was converted into a small room for Agnes. The sloped ceilings made the room feel small, but for a six year old, it was perfect. (Y/N) lifted the flower dotted doona as Agnes slid in and cuddled up to a small, dragon like plush that (Y/N) had made based on a scale mate her Pen-Pal had shown her a picture of.  Agnes treasured it like her life depended on it.
“All right, what sort of lullaby would you like to hear?” (Y/N) enquired, sitting on the floor next to Agnes’ bed.
“C-could you please sing t-the one about the p-prophecy? A-and the god tiers?” Agnes exclaimed.
“Of course. Remember though, my voice isn’t exactly the best. Especially with all of the high notes in this one.” (Y/N) giggled, patting Agnes on the head. She breathed in, closed her eyes and softly began to sing.

“Heir of Breath,
Knight of Time,
Tiers we wish we could become,
Witch of Space,
Seer of Light,
Gods among our teenagers.
Eight young teens fighting for our world,
Losing their lives for a common cause,
Stone setting in with their final breaths,
All for a life to live.
Prince of Heart and Page of Hope,
Maid of Life and Rouge of Void,
Once risen from their stone sodden graves,
Across Zillyhoo’s cold paves.
Far Away, Long ago
Memories of a battle long gone,
Fighting against a Thief of Mind,
A God with her powers well proficient
When their victors
Arise again,
Then we will have a life to live”

(Y/N) opened her eyes and saw that Agnes had dozed off. She smiled and lent in to kiss her forehead. She stood from her spot on the floor and tiptoed back to her own room.
‘You’re going to lose her one day.’
(Y/N) frowned at the sound of the voice. It was there again. She continued on her way, not replying as to scorn it. As she reached for the doorknob to her room however, the voice said something she just couldn’t ignore.
‘Better go back and check on her. You never know what people would do to have more money…’
At that line, she hear a shrill screech and a thus from the attic.
“AGNES” she screamed, franticly running to the attic, only to run directly into the girl.
“Agnes! Are you okay? I heard you scream an-and… Is that a cut on your cheek??” (Y/N) rambled franticly. For once, the voice wasn’t mocking her, it was helping her. She inspected the wound, noticing how close it was to her eye.
“(Y-Y-Y/N)…..” Agnes stuttered, clearly still in shock over what had just occurred. “(Y/N)!! WATCH OUT!”
(Y/N) turned just in time to see a sharp, gleaming knife just miss the side of her head. And attached to the end of that knife, was none other than the VanDerWoodson’s.
“What are you doing?! You realise that you just tried to KILL Agnes, right? Have you gone insane?!?” (Y/N) barked, using her body as coverage for Agnes. Both the VanDerWoodson’s looked to each other, an evil glint in their eyes and cunning smirks plastered on their faces.
“Oh dear, of course we know what we’re doing. The fostering system won’t know if she’s dead, they never come to check on all of you. With her dead, not only will we have all that extra money, we’ll be able to spend it however we want! Don’t you understand that? Without her, we could actually be happy!” Mrs VanDerWoodson said, a calming sound her voice was.
‘She’s not wrong. But this is the closest family member you have, don’t let them get to her…’
The voice. Again, instead of belittlement, it gave (Y/N) a sense of courage.
“You will never get Agnes. You’re committing a crime by trying killing her and if you do, I’ll make sure you’ll never do anything of the sort again” (Y/N) spoke, her whole body radiating determination and rage. She shuffled her legs into a staggered stance, arms raised and ready to act in self-defence. Mr VanDerWoodson sighed and pushed up his glasses.
“Oh (Y/N), If only you were co-operative. Then maybe we wouldn’t have had to do this…” He moved fast, slashing at her in fast, co-ordinated strikes. (Y/N) Screamed as the knife made contact, leaving deep gashes bleeding profusely. She fell, letting out a screech of pain, she tried to crawl to Agnes, to make sure she was safe, however, her attempts were futile as she was pulled by her feet until she was under her foster father.
“Goodnight (Y/N)” He said, voice wavering as he lifted the knife. (Y/N) shook and spluttered trying to get free, but to no avail. The knife came down, imbedding itself into her head. Blood splattered out of her mouth and onto Mr VanDerWoodson’s face. He didn’t care. He yanked the knife out of her head and drove it into her heart, delivering the final, fatal blow. Her body went slack as her heart stopped beating. He ripped the knife from her chest, ensuring more blood to spill from (Y/N)’s body onto the carpet. Agnes screamed as tears ran down her face. The glazed over eyes of her big sister stared at her, taunting her. She almost didn’t notice her foster father coming towards her until she felt a hand on her shoulder. She jumped and stared up, tears still spilling and her eyes filled with fear.
“Oh poor Agnes, If only you weren’t such an expensive pet…” Mrs VanDerWoodson cooed as her husband inched closer. He lifted the now blood splattered knife until a blinding white light came from (Y/N)’s bloody corpse and shot through the ceiling, into the nights sky.
“What?!? NO!” “This can’t be possible!” The VanDerWoodson’s  gawked in amazement at the white light, blinding them until they say hands reaching for them out of the light.
“You will NEVER do anything like this AGAIN. Do you hear me?!?” A booming female voice resonated throughout the house. Only when their senses were regained was when they had a look at her. Her face was calm and tranquil, but her eyes, her (E/C) eyes showed dismay, anger and sadness. It was then the VanDerWoodson’s turn to shake in their boots. There apparent massacre forgotten in their minds, they could only hope for forgiveness. (Y/N) knocked them to the ground, and in the process, knocked them out cold. She turned to see a shaken Agnes, staring at her in awe. Police sirens blared in the distance, getting louder and louder every drawn out second.
“Y-you’re God Tier! That’s amazing! Is t-that a Thief one?” She stammered, admiring her big sister’s new additional clothing.
“It seems like it, but why does it have no symbol, or colour?” (Y/N) questioned. Her God Tier was certainly a thief, however, it was purely white and black with a grey circle where an aspect would usually sit.
“I think I can answer that for you” A male voice echoed from the entrance to the room. Both the girls turned to see a young man, dressed in a green shirt embossed with a white sword with black wings and a pair of jeans. Behind him, a group of policemen closely on guard, as well as Mako and Rey, only just coming home from a potential record deal, staring in disbelief at (Y/N) and her new attire.
“W-who are you?” Questioned Agnes, hiding behind (Y/N)’s leg, traumatized by the nights events.  
“My name is Andrew Hussie. I’m here to take our newest God Tiered teen to Skaia. To learn to control her new powers and, of course, to gain her aspect!”
“Wait, Andrew Hussie? As in, THE Andrew Hussie, the one who received the scroll from the Muse of Space from an alternate timeline and singlehandedly started God Tier Academy? THAT Andrew Hussie?” (Y/N) interrogated excitedly. Agnes gave her a sceptical look and tightened her grip on (Y/N)’s leg. She had almost lost her life and was not about to lose her sister.
“W-what in the worlds name happened while we were gone?!?” cried Mako, finally able to utter her complaints. “We leave for what, a few hours and come back to this?”
(Y/N) tried to pulled Mako and Rey to the side to explain, but was stopped by a young man who was also in his God Tier robes, although his were filled with a rich crimson colour, with a carmine cog for his aspect. (Y/N) recognised this icon as a Time symbol.
“I’m sure I could be of help.” The young man said, his voice deep and smooth, like silk. “You see, your foster parents here? They tried to attack your youngest but (Y/N) here? She got killed protecting her.” He continued, trying to explain everything without going into great detail. (Y/N) notice how he leant against the wall while speaking to her older foster siblings.
“If she died she wouldn’t be here…” Murmured Rey, Putting his bags on the kitchen table and starting to unpack. “Unless…You God Tiered?” In disbelief, Rey started to circle (Y/N), taking note of her new outfit.
“Well, yes, she did. And now we need to take her to Skaia, so she can get her Aspect and start her training.” The time player continued, impatiently tapping his foot. “And we would like to get going pretty soon if you don’t mind. Plus, I believe you have some news to tell your family.”
“Oh, right! Agnes, (Y/N), WE GOT THE RECORD DEAL!! WE’RE NOW AN OFFICIAL BAND!” Mako Squealed, throwing her arms around the three of them into a big hug.
“Which also means that we can leave this hell hole… although, I guess it’ll just be us three, Agnes.” Rey speaks softly, silencing the celebration.
“B-but I don’t want (Y-Y/N) to go…” Stutters Agnes wrenching her way out of the hug and attaches herself to (Y/N)’s leg. “W-what if they come back? W-who will sing m-me lullabies?” (Y/N) smiled and knelt down to Agnes’ height. The young Time player groaned in impatience.
“Agnes, I’m sure I won’t be gone for long, and I don’t think Mr and Mrs VanDerWoodson are coming back, hopefully, they’ll be put behind bars for a long time. And now that Mako and Rey have their dream job, I’m sure they’ll sing for you.” (Y/N) cooed, Calming down Agnes and releasing her grip. As she stood, she looked to the other teen and gave him a nod, signifying she was ready to go. “Goodbye Mako, Rey. Take care of Agnes for me?”
“We promise” Mako and Rey chorused in unison, putting a hand on each of Agnes’ shoulders. Agnes gave her a big smile, the first one in a long time.
“Bye (Y/N)! Be a good Thief!” She said, giving her a small wave. (Y/N) waved back and made her way to the door. “We’ll miss you!” A crystal tear falls from her eye. She’ll miss them. The Time player leads her back to Andrew, trading words with him for a few moments.
“(Y/N), I forgot to introduce you two! This is Dave Strider, the Knight of Time and one of the Descendants!”  Andrew stated. (Y/N)’s mouth dropped, taking in this new information. Her mind was reeling until Dave voice broke through.
“Don’t get too jazzed, It’s not that exciting.” He scoffs. “We need to go.” (Y/N) nods in agreement. The full moon illuminated the night’s sky, giving a full view of Skaia and Alternia. She breathed in a breath of fresh air and closed her eyes as she felt a warm sensation around her.
‘Finally, you’ll belong…’