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everywhere.”
“Exactly,” Sir Lincoln says. “And—”
“She also brought the ten plagues along with her,” Keva interrupts him, on a roll. “But then she was defeated and sentenced to prison for life.”
“Very good,” the professor says. “And a piece of her lore can be found—”
“On the stele inside the library,” Keva says with a proud flick of her hair. “I can’t believe you didn’t even know that much,” she adds under her breath for my benefit.
“However we haven’t reached that part of history yet,” the teacher says, resuming his pacing. “Indeed, today we shall discuss the peak of her reign, before we humans rebelled: the Dark Ages.
“Now, everyone turn to page sixty-eight of your book. Mr. Smith, if you’d be so kind.”
While Jack stutters his way through the chapter, I draw closer to Keva.
“I don’t understand,” I say. “How did this woman even cause all of this? And what are the plagues you mentioned?”
Keva rolls her eyes, but she enjoys showing off more, and answers, “Look, the woman’s Fey, all right? That means she has insane powers. And I don’t mean just the elemental kind, which is pretty basic, but a lot more.”
“So…she could create fire and water and—”
“Not create, control,” Keva whispers harshly. “And many other things too! Haven’t you been paying attention? This world is crawling with demons that could reduce humans to ashes in the blink of an eye!”
“Then why haven’t they already?” I ask. “If, by your logic, they’re all evil and want nothing more than our death—”
“Well they’re not all like that,” Keva says with a slight grimace. “And besides, we’re here, aren’t we? To protect the innocent, yada yada yada…What’s the matter?”
“I feel sick,” I mumble, the blood draining from my face. I’ve reached my limit; I don’t think I can stay in this crazy place any longer.
“You better not throw up on me!” Keva says, stumbling out of her seat. “Sir! Morgan needs to go to the infirmary!”
The short man adds another entry to the growing list of dates on his blackboard. “Go right ahead,” he says without stopping.
With the help of Bri, who eagerly volunteers to help me, I get my books packed up and leave before I can lose the contents of my breakfast on anyone.
“Look,” Bri tells me once we’re in the empty hallway, “I know what you’re going through.” At my look of incredulity, she adds, “Well, I don’t really, but I can imagine it. Since you grew up away from all this”—she motions around us—“it’s only normal for you to be overwhelmed. And you’re old…well, older anywho, and so probably less adaptable. So I’m concluding you’re already halfway—make that three-quarters of the way—to the loony bin.”
I miss a step, and Bri has to hold on to me so I don’t plummet down the rest of the staircase; though getting a concussion right now sounds somewhat appealing.
“My point is,” Bri says, “that you should just accept this new reality as is. Look on the bright side. If this world is real—and I assure you it is—then you’re part of a few who know the truth. If it isn’t…” She shrugs. “Then at least you’re not the only one who’s crazy around here, and you can join the club.”
“In, two, three. Out, two, three,” Owen says, no longer mad at me now that he and Jack have rejoined us outside where I’m taking some fresh air—doctor’s orders. “You feeling better?”
“I think so,” I say, releasing my breath.
In the light of day, I can clearly see the apple tree’s massive trunk rising from the center of the courtyard, its heavy foliageexpanding over the school like a wide umbrella. The grounds around it are separated into alternating flower beds and vegetable patches.
He sets his foot next to me on the bench. “I just don’t get it,” he says. “The moment we took our test, we were told about Lake High and how this place works.
“Exactly,” Sir Lincoln says. “And—”
“She also brought the ten plagues along with her,” Keva interrupts him, on a roll. “But then she was defeated and sentenced to prison for life.”
“Very good,” the professor says. “And a piece of her lore can be found—”
“On the stele inside the library,” Keva says with a proud flick of her hair. “I can’t believe you didn’t even know that much,” she adds under her breath for my benefit.
“However we haven’t reached that part of history yet,” the teacher says, resuming his pacing. “Indeed, today we shall discuss the peak of her reign, before we humans rebelled: the Dark Ages.
“Now, everyone turn to page sixty-eight of your book. Mr. Smith, if you’d be so kind.”
While Jack stutters his way through the chapter, I draw closer to Keva.
“I don’t understand,” I say. “How did this woman even cause all of this? And what are the plagues you mentioned?”
Keva rolls her eyes, but she enjoys showing off more, and answers, “Look, the woman’s Fey, all right? That means she has insane powers. And I don’t mean just the elemental kind, which is pretty basic, but a lot more.”
“So…she could create fire and water and—”
“Not create, control,” Keva whispers harshly. “And many other things too! Haven’t you been paying attention? This world is crawling with demons that could reduce humans to ashes in the blink of an eye!”
“Then why haven’t they already?” I ask. “If, by your logic, they’re all evil and want nothing more than our death—”
“Well they’re not all like that,” Keva says with a slight grimace. “And besides, we’re here, aren’t we? To protect the innocent, yada yada yada…What’s the matter?”
“I feel sick,” I mumble, the blood draining from my face. I’ve reached my limit; I don’t think I can stay in this crazy place any longer.
“You better not throw up on me!” Keva says, stumbling out of her seat. “Sir! Morgan needs to go to the infirmary!”
The short man adds another entry to the growing list of dates on his blackboard. “Go right ahead,” he says without stopping.
With the help of Bri, who eagerly volunteers to help me, I get my books packed up and leave before I can lose the contents of my breakfast on anyone.
“Look,” Bri tells me once we’re in the empty hallway, “I know what you’re going through.” At my look of incredulity, she adds, “Well, I don’t really, but I can imagine it. Since you grew up away from all this”—she motions around us—“it’s only normal for you to be overwhelmed. And you’re old…well, older anywho, and so probably less adaptable. So I’m concluding you’re already halfway—make that three-quarters of the way—to the loony bin.”
I miss a step, and Bri has to hold on to me so I don’t plummet down the rest of the staircase; though getting a concussion right now sounds somewhat appealing.
“My point is,” Bri says, “that you should just accept this new reality as is. Look on the bright side. If this world is real—and I assure you it is—then you’re part of a few who know the truth. If it isn’t…” She shrugs. “Then at least you’re not the only one who’s crazy around here, and you can join the club.”
“In, two, three. Out, two, three,” Owen says, no longer mad at me now that he and Jack have rejoined us outside where I’m taking some fresh air—doctor’s orders. “You feeling better?”
“I think so,” I say, releasing my breath.
In the light of day, I can clearly see the apple tree’s massive trunk rising from the center of the courtyard, its heavy foliageexpanding over the school like a wide umbrella. The grounds around it are separated into alternating flower beds and vegetable patches.
He sets his foot next to me on the bench. “I just don’t get it,” he says. “The moment we took our test, we were told about Lake High and how this place works.
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