God Tier Academy | Dirk x Reader {Chapter Two}

The warm light subsided and (Y/N) opened her eyes, taking in her new surroundings. The rolling hills of checkered ground, the occasional blossoming tree, rivers and lakes dotting the landscape and right in front of the small group, God Tier Academy. Its tall spires pierced the sky, a mixture of dark purple and radiant gold intertwining on the outer walls, the front gardens, in full view, reflected Skaia’s natural flora, with lush green hedges edging what seemed to be illuminated stone, with the path splitting into a fork, with one of the paths steering to each side of the magnificent building and further splitting, with one of the paths leading to where they were standing. She gasped.
“Welcome to God Tier Academy. I’m sure you’ve heard of it?” Andrew said, a slight smirk gracing his tanned, almost orange skin, his brown hair brushing against his face at the slight wind.  “This will be were you will study and train for the day Her Imperious Condescension breaks free. With the amount of God Tiered pupils already ascended, I’m sure we can overcome her, especially since we have another Thief among us now!” (Y/N) looked down, bashful at the slight praise.
“W-well, I just hope I get a good aspect! As awesome as these clothes are, they’re becoming a bit boring with this plain white.” She stuttered, looking down to her clothing, indeed being devoid of any colour. Dave and Andrew shared a look of anxiousness.
“I’ll go get the other students.” Dave rushed, running into a large circle pad to their left and disappearing. (Y/N) assumed that this was a transportalizer, a fairly common transportation method on the Battlefield of Skaia. Andrew sighed and turned to her.
“I should assume that you partially know the procedure of an aspect appointer?” He implicated, pointing to a smooth, flat plate embedded in the checkered ground of the Battlefield, The plate being separated into an outer ring and an inner ring, the inner ring having the insignia of God Tier Academy inscribed into it; a bright green house, divided into six pieces. The outer ring was more peculiar, being separated into twelve blocks, with each block depicting one of each aspect. (Y/N) inspected the plate and nodded.
“It was mandatory for everyone in our school to at least have a slight understanding of God Tiers and the Academy. You know, in case any of us did have what it took.” She said, her eyes never leaving the plate. She took in all of the symbols and thought back to their meanings;
Time, one of two fabrics of paradox space, allows its recipient the power to travel through time and have a better understanding of it
Space, the other known fabric of paradox space, allows it recipient to manipulate the size of things and the size of their overall existence.
Void, associated with nothingness or the obfuscation of knowledge, allows its recipient the ability of camouflage from existence and occasionally create from nothing.
Light, associated with Knowledge, allows its recipient good luck and fortune as well as, in extremely potent cases, healing.
Mind, associated with decisions and their outcomes, allows its recipient the ability of logical outcomes and in extremely potent cases, the ability to manipulate one’s mind.
Heart, associated with emotions and intuition, allows its recipient to ‘follow from their heart’ so to speak and to follow the path for self.
Rage, associated with negative emotions, allows its recipient to channel their anger into power and use them for their own use.
Hope, associated with fortune as well as outcomes, allows its recipient to channel the powers of hope and use them.
Doom, associated with death, allows its recipient the ability to understand and act with sacrifice.
Life, associated with what it was named after, allows its recipient the ability to manipulate life and push it to the edge.
Blood, associated with relationships and friendships, allows its recipient the ability to crate bond as well as sever them.
And Breath, associated with the wind, flight and direction, allows its recipient the ability to control and utilize the air and to guide others.
Andrew cleared his throat, stirring (Y/N) from her nostalgic memories. It was then she realised there was a crowd of people gathered around her. She recognised some people from Universal History textbooks she’s read. Seven stood out in particular however. The remaining of the Descendants. John Egbert, The Heir of Breath, was hovering quite a way off the ground, a goofy grin bearing his two buck teeth. His black framed glasses slightly sliding off his nose and his dark hair moving with the wind. Next to him was Rose Lalonde, The Seer of Light. Her short blonde hair was well kept and trimmed, a black headband adorning her head. Moving along the line, was Jade Harley, The Witch of Space. Her long, dark hair flowing down her back and circular, dark frames perched on her small nose. Then there was Jane Crocker, The Maid of Life. Her short hair slightly covered a deep red crown, most noticeably from the Betty Crocker Corp, as she was the heiress to the fortune. Her glasses also seemed to be red in colour. Next to her was Jake English, The Page of Hope. His looks mirrored John’s to the T. They could almost be brothers. And lastly, there was Dirk Strider, The Prince of Heart. His blonde hair was messed up, but in a way that seemed charming instead of dishevelled. His scalene triangular glasses sat on his nose, refusing to give any glimpse of the eyes behind them. These seven, along with Dave, made the Descendants.
Circling them were the rest of the school. (Y/N) could see a small variety of species. Many of the students were trolls, their grey skin standing out in contrast to her usual experiences of human skin. There were also many humans, however, they were more lost in a sea of grey. Andrew waved his hands, dispelling any chatter as silence fell upon the crowd.
“Students of God Tier Academy! Once again, we have a new arrival! Please Welcome (Y/N) VanDerWoodson!” Andrew announced. (Y/N) winced at the name and slightly pulled on Andrews’s sleave.
“Actually, it’s (L/N). I never got my last name changed.” She whispered, not wanting to cause too much of a fuss. Andrew understood and continued.
“(Y/N) (L/N), please step up to the Aspect Plate! It will cross out, one by one, what aspects are least like your character, up until there is one left, which will be your chosen mythological role and will make you a full-fledged god!” He announced one again. (Y/N) followed his direction, daintily stepping onto the plate. It lit up in a blinding white light.
All of the symbols lit up in their respective colours. They danced around, like flames in a fire. Blue was the first to flicker out, the Breath symbol dimming with it. Then went Blood, Light, Doom and Rage.
‘Yes! Finally! Thief! You shall be mine!’
The voice was back and stronger than ever. The Space symbol fizzled out as well as the Time symbol. (Y/N) became frightened. Why was this voice even more malevolent here?
The Life symbol dimmed as the voice became even stronger, taunting her.
‘This is what you were meant for!’
Out went the Void symbol as well as Hope, leaving only Heart and Mind left. (Y/N) thought back to the lullaby, where all the Descendants’ tiers were said, Thief of Mind. She didn’t want to believe it. There was no way….
The Heart symbol started to flash, confirming her fear. She was the Thief of Mind. Her Imperious Condescension’s Descendant. The one who would decide the course of their battle. Her Clothing began to fill with a sea green colour and accented with blue. She looked down to her chest, noticing the now despised symbol. A flurry of tears began to build up and pour down her cheeks. She knew no one could see through the blinding white barrier which gave her a short time to grieve to herself.
However, that time was not enough as the barrier began to fall and she started to hear the gasps and unwavering stares. She was sure no one was expecting this. (Y/N) began to claw at the hem of her shirt as people began to chatter. Time seemed to stop for her. She almost forgot where she was until she felt a hand on her back, leading her off the plate. At this point, she looked to the crowd, only to be met by fearful eyes and angry scowls. She looked to the person leading her away, realising it was the Prince of Heart himself. They walked in silence, (Y/N) looking to the floor the whole time until she felt him push her to the floor. As she turned to face him, she realised where she was. A cell.
“You’ll be staying here until we figure out what to do with you. Hopefully, Andrew will make the right decision” Dirk said, voice filled with disdain and anger. He left, slamming the door to what she assumed was a jail. It was at this moment (Y/N) realised not only was she at the school she’d always imagined, she was also the most hated person ever to walk its halls.
‘Welcome to the party, my little pawn…’