Aaron Salemhouse's School For The Supernaturally Gifted
A calm spring morning was brought to life as the fall of night was broken apart by the rising sun, its aura filtering into the surface of the sky outshining the stars and hiding them away from human eyes as the large orb cast its rays upon the earth the school stood again where it once had. Made of stone and ceramic brick, taller than it had been, more overcompensating than before for little old Mr. Salemhouse, not many knew where the affluent man had disappeared to thus questioning where the funds for the rebuilt school even came from. Despite this, the school stood once again where it had after much work from hundreds of skilled craftsmen, mostly of this world...Some not so much...That were usually seen warping into the darkness of night and fading away just before the sun could fight away the darkness once more. A parade of cement trucks, bulldozers, and cargo trucks filtered their way out of the woods as the sun beamed off their less than dull metal surfaces. A young man with much too long black hair now watched inquisitively from the perch of a tree, leaned casually between two branches as his dark brown eyes followed the trucks out, he imagined that these men were glad to be off the creepy territory. This place always had an aura about it had for a year now, while most kids went back home to wait out the school being rebuilt or went to other boarding schools Santino had stayed with the old man to finish his training and to make sure Samael wasn't alone when he died...At least Santino assumed the old dog would have been dead by now but each day the gnarled groundskeeper rose to greet him as he did every morning and they returned to training or hunting.
Shifting, as he felt the warm bark of the tree against his back he slipped from the branch casually and hopped down, with the soft grass crunching lightly beneath his calloused feet, he had decided to inform what others may have lingered in the woods. It looked like they were going back to school. "You seem eager, Santino." The old gray haired man remarked as he appeared seemingly out of nowhere, his old rifle slung over his shoulder as he patted the young man on the back.
"I suppose I am." He nodded with a smile. "It looks like the school's finally finished rebuilding and everyone will have a home again." Santino remarked with a broad smile before he continued on away from his mentor and towards the deeper end of the woods.