The towering pillars of Atlas Academy stood before her, and while they were surely awe-inspiring to most, all Cinder wanted to do was vomit.
This place... oh, it was once her dream to attend. To train to be a huntress in these lofty halls. To look down on all the rest like these children surely did. Of course, she was pretending to be a child herself... to act a year younger than she actually was.
Oh, how Tyrian had been insufferable as Cinder had been told her cover. Personally, she didn't see the difference about pretending to be a second year vs a first year. But no... she couldn't just come from nowhere. There needed to be records. And... Leonardo was not yet as pliant as her mistress would have liked.
Haven Academy First Year: Cinder Fall.
Ugh, back to this minor bullshit again. She had only just turned 18 a few months prior! But... but, but, but... she was graceful, and elegant, and powerful. Cinder Fall was above such childish complaining.
Loathe as she was to don this persona and mingle among these upper class twits, she had a job to do. A job that would determine if she was ready to inherit the powers that her queen had promised her...
All she had to do was collect information on the newly promoted General Ironwood, Ozpin's apparent ally... and if possible, determine the location of the Winter Maiden.
Cinder would NOT fail. She couldn't.
So she plastered an expertly crafted smile on her porcelain face, flipped her hair over her shoulder, and walked into the lion's den.
