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The Tale of Igma and Claudia

Chapter 1: Memories of Before

It was nearly pitch black outside at the Academy of Evil. The solitary boarding school located on a small island out in the ocean. It was just before midnight and the moon and stars above were the only source of light casting any visibility on the school grounds. The classrooms had been locked up and most of the lights in the buildings were turned off as the students have long since returned to their dorms for curfew for the night. Even the school staff was nowhere to be seen except for their own respective domiciles.

There was no movement to be seen anywhere except for a man outside prowling across the school courtyard. A strange albino in a dark charcoal grey coat with a high collar that hid the lower half of his face and green lens goggles that hid his eyes. The thick tuft of white hair on his head stood out against the dark attire that covered most of his body except for the top of his head and his hands. One of which, the left hand, notably was skeletal.

He had been fired from the Academy a while back, but that didn’t stop Igma from returning whenever he wanted to harass his old colleagues or students. Since he had grown up here he knew the layout of the school like the back of his hand. He could easily sneak past any guard dogs or security gargoyles or traps without detection, and knew the hidden passageways by heart.

Leaping over a hedge and skulking towards one of the larger buildings, Igma peered in through a first floor window.

He recognized it as the activities room. It was the classroom where students were made to do the more physical based subjects. The type of practical lessons future villains and criminals couldn’t learn from a book. Like how to pickpocket without being detected, how to subdue minions, and things like the most effective ways to hide from heroes or the police.

Igma hadn’t been in there at all during his time as a teacher when he had come back after graduation to the Academy to teach the magic class. He hadn’t even seen this room at all since he was a student himself.

It was just like he remembered. As if it hadn’t changed at all since his childhood.

As Igma looked in through the window he remembered how as a child he would sit in the windowsill looking out and watching the other students play.

Because of his albinism and allergy to sunlight he couldn’t go outside during the day. So while his classmates would participate in recess, sports, games and other outdoor activities, he had to stay inside all alone.

For as long as Igma could remember he had always been alone. Since birth he had to live in his parent’s basement. They had deemed him useless, and therefore Igma was unwanted. What good was a child they couldn’t take with them shopping, or play sports with, or even go out during the day? The boy they had to hide from the light. The son his parents shunned.

Even since that fateful night when he was ten and his parents abandoned him on the shore where a little boat being helmed by the ferryman took him to the small island that housed the Academy of Evil, he was always alone. And even in school, again he was shunned. He was the kid who was different. He was the freak. The guy no one wanted around or to be around.

And so, being lonely was something Igma grew accustomed to.

One day however, when he was twelve, during recess while he was sitting there in this very window and watching the other students playing outside, a voice broke the silence.

Igma turned around to see a girl standing there. Her hair was brown and tied upwards in a knot and was the same age as him. He recognized her as Claudia, one of the girls in his classes. She was one of the more popular kids in school, so naturally he had never talked to her before.

Claudia had forgotten something and came back inside to retrieve it when she noticed him sitting in the windowsill. She had given him an innocent look of curiosity and asked why he was inside all by himself instead of out there with the others.

Igma was so taken by surprise that he was stunned to silence at first. Nobody really ever tried talking to him before. Let alone willingly.

Reluctantly, Igma did his best to explain to her about his condition and how light hurt him. He was expecting her to think him a freak and back away and never come near him again like everyone else.

But to Igma’s surprise, she did the opposite.

Since that day onward Claudia stayed indoors with him during the outside activities.

The other kids treated him like an abomination, avoiding him like he had some kind of contagious disease. But Claudia wasn’t like that. It was no wonder she was so well liked by everyone. She was a seeker of truth, stuck to reality, and was always good at connecting with other people. It was no surprise she excelled at psychology.

Igma had grown so attached to her. Claudia was the only source of happiness he had in those days. She was the only person who was willing to break through his wall of loneliness.

As a human sentenced to darkness, books and other inanimate objects were the only companions Igma had ever known. But now there was something in his life that talked back to him, expressed interest in him, and shared in his solitary activities. She was his first and only friend.

Igma had to shake himself back to reality. This was no place to be caught up in reminiscing of days gone by.

He had to keep moving across the Academy grounds lest he be spotted by a guard dog. Or as Igma liked to think, those large hulking razor fanged beasts that passed for dogs. The last time that happened he had to dig up his skeletal arm again as well as sew up a hole in the back of his pants.

An experience Igma preferred not to repeat.

He slinked away from the window towards the end of the building. Being a person of the night himself had its advantages since he can navigate through darkness with ease. Creeping through the shadows until he reached his destination, a tall yet narrow building in the back of the school, the teacher’s dormitory.

The door locked tight, Igma peered in through a window looking into the hallway. No teachers or Janitor in sight.

He slid the window open and ungracefully dropped inside onto the hard tiled floor with a thud, landing flat on his back.

Getting up and rubbing the back of his head with his flesh hand, he slid the window back shut again with the skeletal one. Quickly and yet quietly as he could Igma hurried up the stairs towards his reason for coming back to the Academy: Claudia.

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And there you have it, the story of how Igma and Claudia first met and why he became so obsessed with her.

More chapters from the Tale of Igma and Claudia:
Chapter 2: jenl.deviantart.com/art/The-Ta…
Chapter 3: jenl.deviantart.com/art/The-Ta…
Chapter 4: jenl.deviantart.com/art/The-Ta…
Epilogue: www.deviantart.com/jenl/art/Th…

-Jen

Necros Igma and Claudia (c) Me
Academy of Evil (c) Activision

Disclaimer: You can reblog, use, display my art. Just please link back, give credit, etc.

Description
The Tale of Igma and Claudia

Chapter 1: Memories of Before

It was nearly pitch black outside at the Academy of Evil. The solitary boarding school located on a small island out in the ocean. It was just before midnight and the moon and stars above were the only source of light casting any visibility on the school grounds. The classrooms had been locked up and most of the lights in the buildings were turned off as the students have long since returned to their dorms for curfew for the night. Even the school staff was nowhere to be seen except for their own respective domiciles.

There was no movement to be seen anywhere except for a man outside prowling across the school courtyard. A strange albino in a dark charcoal grey coat with a high collar that hid the lower half of his face and green lens goggles that hid his eyes. The thick tuft of white hair on his head stood out against the dark attire that covered most of his body except for the top of his head and his hands. One of which, the left hand, notably was skeletal.

He had been fired from the Academy a while back, but that didn’t stop Igma from returning whenever he wanted to harass his old colleagues or students. Since he had grown up here he knew the layout of the school like the back of his hand. He could easily sneak past any guard dogs or security gargoyles or traps without detection, and knew the hidden passageways by heart.

Leaping over a hedge and skulking towards one of the larger buildings, Igma peered in through a first floor window.

He recognized it as the activities room. It was the classroom where students were made to do the more physical based subjects. The type of practical lessons future villains and criminals couldn’t learn from a book. Like how to pickpocket without being detected, how to subdue minions, and things like the most effective ways to hide from heroes or the police.

Igma hadn’t been in there at all during his time as a teacher when he had come back after graduation to the Academy to teach the magic class. He hadn’t even seen this room at all since he was a student himself.

It was just like he remembered. As if it hadn’t changed at all since his childhood.

As Igma looked in through the window he remembered how as a child he would sit in the windowsill looking out and watching the other students play.

Because of his albinism and allergy to sunlight he couldn’t go outside during the day. So while his classmates would participate in recess, sports, games and other outdoor activities, he had to stay inside all alone.

For as long as Igma could remember he had always been alone. Since birth he had to live in his parent’s basement. They had deemed him useless, and therefore Igma was unwanted. What good was a child they couldn’t take with them shopping, or play sports with, or even go out during the day? The boy they had to hide from the light. The son his parents shunned.

Even since that fateful night when he was ten and his parents abandoned him on the shore where a little boat being helmed by the ferryman took him to the small island that housed the Academy of Evil, he was always alone. And even in school, again he was shunned. He was the kid who was different. He was the freak. The guy no one wanted around or to be around.

And so, being lonely was something Igma grew accustomed to.

One day however, when he was twelve, during recess while he was sitting there in this very window and watching the other students playing outside, a voice broke the silence.

Igma turned around to see a girl standing there. Her hair was brown and tied upwards in a knot and was the same age as him. He recognized her as Claudia, one of the girls in his classes. She was one of the more popular kids in school, so naturally he had never talked to her before.

Claudia had forgotten something and came back inside to retrieve it when she noticed him sitting in the windowsill. She had given him an innocent look of curiosity and asked why he was inside all by himself instead of out there with the others.

Igma was so taken by surprise that he was stunned to silence at first. Nobody really ever tried talking to him before. Let alone willingly.

Reluctantly, Igma did his best to explain to her about his condition and how light hurt him. He was expecting her to think him a freak and back away and never come near him again like everyone else.

But to Igma’s surprise, she did the opposite.

Since that day onward Claudia stayed indoors with him during the outside activities.

The other kids treated him like an abomination, avoiding him like he had some kind of contagious disease. But Claudia wasn’t like that. It was no wonder she was so well liked by everyone. She was a seeker of truth, stuck to reality, and was always good at connecting with other people. It was no surprise she excelled at psychology.

Igma had grown so attached to her. Claudia was the only source of happiness he had in those days. She was the only person who was willing to break through his wall of loneliness.

As a human sentenced to darkness, books and other inanimate objects were the only companions Igma had ever known. But now there was something in his life that talked back to him, expressed interest in him, and shared in his solitary activities. She was his first and only friend.

Igma had to shake himself back to reality. This was no place to be caught up in reminiscing of days gone by.

He had to keep moving across the Academy grounds lest he be spotted by a guard dog. Or as Igma liked to think, those large hulking razor fanged beasts that passed for dogs. The last time that happened he had to dig up his skeletal arm again as well as sew up a hole in the back of his pants.

An experience Igma preferred not to repeat.

He slinked away from the window towards the end of the building. Being a person of the night himself had its advantages since he can navigate through darkness with ease. Creeping through the shadows until he reached his destination, a tall yet narrow building in the back of the school, the teacher’s dormitory.

The door locked tight, Igma peered in through a window looking into the hallway. No teachers or Janitor in sight.

He slid the window open and ungracefully dropped inside onto the hard tiled floor with a thud, landing flat on his back.

Getting up and rubbing the back of his head with his flesh hand, he slid the window back shut again with the skeletal one. Quickly and yet quietly as he could Igma hurried up the stairs towards his reason for coming back to the Academy: Claudia.

--------------------------------------------

And there you have it, the story of how Igma and Claudia first met and why he became so obsessed with her.

More chapters from the Tale of Igma and Claudia:
Chapter 2: jenl.deviantart.com/art/The-Ta…
Chapter 3: jenl.deviantart.com/art/The-Ta…
Chapter 4: jenl.deviantart.com/art/The-Ta…
Epilogue: www.deviantart.com/jenl/art/Th…

-Jen

Necros Igma and Claudia (c) Me
Academy of Evil (c) Activision

Disclaimer: You can reblog, use, display my art. Just please link back, give credit, etc.