"So...this place, huh?"
Cyrus was sat in one of the pews in a church. It was empty and dark, apart from a couple of candles, flickering softly. The tall boy, with ruffled brown hair, and clear, dark blue eyes, held the information and acceptance letter to a secondary school.
Of course, his father had picked it out.
A large pile of uniform and sports kit sat beside him, along with a few text books, a diary and some stationary.
This was ridiculous.
Another school. Another regular, human school. His mother lay asleep at home, along with his human brother.
Although he disliked his famous father, he just wished he could go back to where he belonged. Back to the Blessed Realm. Back with God.