Dornberger Private School for Secondary Education is actually no school. Inside the premises of the school, exists a secret training ground for future sleepers, assassins, spies, militants and what not. Led by a confederacy of several security organizations and assassin groups, inside the walls exists Special Military Arts Training Program - the desperate struggle by the 'good' underworld to train teenagers to fight off the growing unease of the future, the potential for indiscriminate war and annihilation. No one knows how they find students worthy of fulfilling the task -
but you could be next.

A high school of a kind - combined with acne and prom, death and murder - you just cannot remember it all.

A time to become timid and hide…

The unicorn turned on its heels, the thunder that crashed overhead was all what it could pick up. The hunter turned the key in the car, slamming his foot on the pedal and the car jumped forward, soon skidding here and there and ahead he saw the unicorn, its Dun coat glistening in the moonlight, its horn long and sharp. Getting out his gun, the hunter shot, but the Unicorn vanished. A portal was glowing and moving was before the Hunters eye. Getting out he brought some stuff then went through the portal. Seeing daylight fill in, he saw a Unicorn watching him from a hill and then it turned and galloped off. Cursing he brought his car in and drove after the equine, soon stopping and finding a waterfall. Keeping to the trees and bushes, he saw the equine bathing and smirked and raised his gun...one sharp shot sent the equine from the water, its heart failing, and soon lay down, dying from the bullet of a mortal.

The hunter laughed and jumped back suddenly, he felt teeth...yanking him back. Screaming as a wolf leapt onto him, his muffled screams died and crimson liquid soon went into the pool....Did you like that story? Bet you did. That was our answers. But now we shall bring revenge. Those humans brought nothing but bad luck to our homes. Since they are now gone...We gave such a blow, it made their hearts faint in fear and if our equines are harmed...oh if they are, they shall pay with their lives, their pain. It’s our win, but how can we? Many of us are fossils and our horns are no more. We must ask the great two, who shall give us the power to breed foals, to carry on the fight..

A year later the horses climbed up a hill, where the great two were, but Chemical reaction, the goddess was the only one there at that moment. Turning to the goddess they asked her about the new powers, and she shook her cranium and sent them back down. The equines felt angry, and soon went up again when she was in a good mood. This time she agreed, and gave a dead foal a horn. Chemical Reaction was cruel and soon bred her own foals, and they were re-named Chemical Reaction after her, as she was dying. The foal had great powers, and had a horn, and granted the wish, for those who were born on the island were allowed to have powers, and soon the numbers climbed. The young filly blended in, and asked no-one to say that she was the one who allowed everyone back. But all the peace that was wanted wasn't there. Equines fought, stole and killed, and Reaction allowed this. She enjoyed fight but couldn’t be bothered to help. So you shall need a bit of fire in your heart to fight this off..

Admins;; Soot xx
Activity Just starting
Members;; 5+
What we have to offer;;

• Horns, shapeshifting, wierd colors and loads more!
  
• Unclaimed Land
  
• Friendly Staff
  
• None burning skin
  
• Staff positions now open to all
  
• Royals open
  
• God/goddess will be open to one lucky person
  
• A chance to build up your alliance…
  
• Exactly like Cimoron Island, but less members, new and staff positions open, and better and updated...
  

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