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Authors: Alessa Ellefson
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the keen interest I take in the lecture that follows the quiz.
“Gianakos,” Sir Boris snaps, “where is the most likely place for a gnome to keep its ogham?”
I sigh. Again with the big words, and I’m too afraid to draw attention to myself again by asking questions.
The boy who was called on stammers, “Its f-feet, sir?”
“Are you asking me, Gianakos?”
“N-N-No, sir,” the boy replies, his face as bright as his red hair. “The-The feet.”
“A plausible answer,” Sir Boris says, “considering many of them have rather large extremities, but wrong. As usual. Watkins?”
A girl sitting at the front answers eagerly, “Most have them hidden in the ground, sir. Usually a cache or under a rock.”
“Because, as you ought to know,” Sir Boris says with a particular look at the red-haired boy, “Fey can voluntarily separate themselves from their oghams and have their powers unaffected. As long as the ogham remains surrounded by their natural element, of course.”
He goes to the blackboard and writes down a list of possible places that gnomes—or earth elementals, as I’ve just read—like to use as hiding places.
I’m not quite sure what these sources of power, or oghams, look like, and copy everything down in the hopes that I’ll soon find out.
“The key to finding these hiding places,” Sir Boris continues, “is to trick these creatures. Their powers are usually proportional to their smarts, and they’re prone to using deception and arts to outdo you.”
“But never lie,” Keva says.
Sir Boris’s stare makes my roommate cringe. “But they can’t lie,” he finally says. “Though there are ways of twisting the truth.”
He unfurls a chart hanging from the board. On it are the same four elemental illustrations pictured in my book. He turns to the diagram of a lumpy, hirsute man with a bulbous nose and large, hairy feet.
“Fey people always hide their oghams where they’re safest,” the professor continues, “which makes sense. Look at us: all our vital organs are protected within our rib cage.”
I nod in agreement—at least
that
I understand. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Daniel’s friends push their chairs back, and something flashes. I snap my head around in time to see a glowing wave of green hurtle toward me. I try to duck, but the desk is in my way. Then, about an inch from me, the green current rebounds in the air as if it’s hit an invisible wall, and hurtles back the way it came.
There’s a loud crash, and the whole class turns to find Gianakos sprawled on the floor, the legs of his chair broken.
“Causing trouble in class today, Mr. Gianakos?” Sir Boris asks. “Guess I’ll see you in detention later today then.”
The boys at the back snigger, but I catch Daniel giving me a long, considering look.
The dull sound of the bell reaches our classroom, and everyone jumps up to leave.
“Everyone is to write a five-page essay on two gnome types, their behavior patterns, and the best ways of approaching them bynext class,” Sir Boris says. “And don’t forget, what’s the one thing you need to remember about EM?”
“Iron is the only true weapon against a Fey,” the class intones.
As I hurry by, the teacher calls me over. “Pendragon, I believe this is your first time being exposed to the topic?” His blue eyes seem to be dissecting me from the inside out, analyzing every little defect of mine.
I nod. “Y-Yes, sir.”
“You’ve got quite a lot to do if you want to catch up with your classmates then,” he growls, his mighty mustache quivering. “I expect you to turn in all the homework you’ve missed in the next two weeks. You may ask Vaughan for the list, since she’s evidently waiting for you.”
A month’s worth of homework to do in two weeks? Is the guy out of his mind? But the teacher’s too intimidating, and my nerves deflate before I can utter a sound of reproach.
“You shouldn’t have said that to her,” I hear Bri say
“Gianakos,” Sir Boris snaps, “where is the most likely place for a gnome to keep its ogham?”
I sigh. Again with the big words, and I’m too afraid to draw attention to myself again by asking questions.
The boy who was called on stammers, “Its f-feet, sir?”
“Are you asking me, Gianakos?”
“N-N-No, sir,” the boy replies, his face as bright as his red hair. “The-The feet.”
“A plausible answer,” Sir Boris says, “considering many of them have rather large extremities, but wrong. As usual. Watkins?”
A girl sitting at the front answers eagerly, “Most have them hidden in the ground, sir. Usually a cache or under a rock.”
“Because, as you ought to know,” Sir Boris says with a particular look at the red-haired boy, “Fey can voluntarily separate themselves from their oghams and have their powers unaffected. As long as the ogham remains surrounded by their natural element, of course.”
He goes to the blackboard and writes down a list of possible places that gnomes—or earth elementals, as I’ve just read—like to use as hiding places.
I’m not quite sure what these sources of power, or oghams, look like, and copy everything down in the hopes that I’ll soon find out.
“The key to finding these hiding places,” Sir Boris continues, “is to trick these creatures. Their powers are usually proportional to their smarts, and they’re prone to using deception and arts to outdo you.”
“But never lie,” Keva says.
Sir Boris’s stare makes my roommate cringe. “But they can’t lie,” he finally says. “Though there are ways of twisting the truth.”
He unfurls a chart hanging from the board. On it are the same four elemental illustrations pictured in my book. He turns to the diagram of a lumpy, hirsute man with a bulbous nose and large, hairy feet.
“Fey people always hide their oghams where they’re safest,” the professor continues, “which makes sense. Look at us: all our vital organs are protected within our rib cage.”
I nod in agreement—at least
that
I understand. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Daniel’s friends push their chairs back, and something flashes. I snap my head around in time to see a glowing wave of green hurtle toward me. I try to duck, but the desk is in my way. Then, about an inch from me, the green current rebounds in the air as if it’s hit an invisible wall, and hurtles back the way it came.
There’s a loud crash, and the whole class turns to find Gianakos sprawled on the floor, the legs of his chair broken.
“Causing trouble in class today, Mr. Gianakos?” Sir Boris asks. “Guess I’ll see you in detention later today then.”
The boys at the back snigger, but I catch Daniel giving me a long, considering look.
The dull sound of the bell reaches our classroom, and everyone jumps up to leave.
“Everyone is to write a five-page essay on two gnome types, their behavior patterns, and the best ways of approaching them bynext class,” Sir Boris says. “And don’t forget, what’s the one thing you need to remember about EM?”
“Iron is the only true weapon against a Fey,” the class intones.
As I hurry by, the teacher calls me over. “Pendragon, I believe this is your first time being exposed to the topic?” His blue eyes seem to be dissecting me from the inside out, analyzing every little defect of mine.
I nod. “Y-Yes, sir.”
“You’ve got quite a lot to do if you want to catch up with your classmates then,” he growls, his mighty mustache quivering. “I expect you to turn in all the homework you’ve missed in the next two weeks. You may ask Vaughan for the list, since she’s evidently waiting for you.”
A month’s worth of homework to do in two weeks? Is the guy out of his mind? But the teacher’s too intimidating, and my nerves deflate before I can utter a sound of reproach.
“You shouldn’t have said that to her,” I hear Bri say
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