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“What?” Sir Violet twitched in Sela’s hand. “I’m not letting them go without protection.” The lady stared at the sword. “I’d like to see you try.” She pointed at the two of us. “They are still children. What a twenty-three-year-old is doing taking orders from one is another matter, but Blue Wheel is very clear. No unsupervised adults on school grounds, and certainly not armed.” Sela herself kept making tiny movements. I walked over to […]
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I folded my arms over my staff. “We’re not going anywhere,” I said. The lady sighed, and nodded. “That is already one demerit. Add another because you were late, and you are already in the bottom third of your class, Miss McKay.” “Mel.” She tutted. “Emelia. No nicknames at Blue Wheel.” “Good, because we’re not going.” “Two.” There was a notebook in her hand, and a slim pen in the other. She made a notation. […]
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“CHILDRENNNN!!!” A voice thundered. The floor shook. I grabbed at the bed, and hung on tight. Darkling flew around, screeching. Dust fell down in waves from the rafters. Lady Violet and her blade remained centered. The noise subsided. So did the thumping downstairs, and the mutters and death threats. The three of us looked at each other, confused. Was there a new terror in the building? A wyvern egg hatch? A god? The Mayor? “Children, […]
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We were woken up with a bomb. A small one. Just enough to get our attention, and tear apart our new front door. A front door I had made, mind you, and had just gotten to fit right. The remains of some rubble, sure, but I was proud of it. I woke with a start. And stopped. A bomb? There was no way that was a bomb. We were in the middle of Gratitude. They […]
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“I tried to warn them,” Canterwright said. He laughed, looking at his fellow conspirators’ angry glares. “We played for keeps. Tried to get you good, and lost. No use crying about the rules we would be cheering over later.” Viola nodded. Someone understood, truly. She gestured, and Nalus unlocked the cage. She stood before Canterwright. “I confess, you were not what I expected, Canterwright. You are not a sycophant, or a pervert, or a power-hungry […]
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At the sight of Viola and Nalus, the nobles started to scream and protest. They demanded to see their families, the guard. Nalus was supposed to be on their side, and release them. This was a great indignity, how dare they be subjected to such torment! Only two remained silent. Illyana Petrovich leaned against the back of her cell, forgotten. She stared back at Viola with open hatred. If these bars were out of her […]