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Authors: KaSonndra Leigh
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one of us that has lived to fight her way back out of Bernael’s hidden kingdom, an incident she has no memory of experiencing.
This makes her a mystery and a heroine, dangerous in the eyes of some fledglings living in the house.
I walk into the living room, feeling the strain of three sets of eyes studying me. Principal Armstrong gets that funny look on his face again, the same one he always gives me each time we pass each other in the hallways at school. I don’t get it. I don’t think I want to, either.
“How do we know this girl hasn’t been turned in some way? No one spends that kind of time with the fallen and then walks off into the sunset,” Principal Armstrong says as he turns back to Cori. She has made herself comfortable by sitting on my favorite, ugly, brown lounging couch.
“We have my years of experience in the Inquisition to rely on. One should think serving the Silver Order for an equivalent of five hundred human years would be enough, do you not agree?” Mabry says in a way to imply he doesn’t like to have his judgment questioned, especially by a human. He’s wearing all black today, a custom among the Alchemists during certain hours of the morning.
In Mabry’s homeland of Bardonia, the sun is setting and the night is considered to be the time of the mythicals; creatures you don’t want to meet while you’re strolling along on a nightly walk. Only silver magic controlled by the Alchemists can stop the beasts—a race of half bull, half men we call minotaurs, the same name used by the humans. The Alchemists believe wearing these special black suits enhances the part of their magic they use against the minotaurs. I guess habit has carried over into this land since there aren’t any minotaurs hanging around at night.
“I do believe there’s a reason the Council chose wisdom over muscle to run this place.” Mabry moves his arms behind his back, cupping his hands.
“You humans don’t care about us. Just look at how you mistreat our seas,” Cori points out. I ease into the room and move to a position where I can see everyone’s expressions.
A dark look crosses the Principal’s face. His movie star handsome looks—the classic kind that remind me of Christian Bale—harden. I do believe I need to get my friend out of here before things get really ugly.
Turning to Mabry and ignoring Cori, the Principal says, “Humans need to be warned. It’s not every day we hear news of an apocalypse looming.” His gaze cuts toward me one again. He then adjusts his shirt collar for what seems to be the hundredth time. I wonder why he even bothers with ties because his discomfort when wearing them is painfully obvious. “If you don’t warn people, the blame for any human blood shed will be yours. We must tell the others about the Fallen’s plans.”
Mabry releases a long sigh. “Exactly what the chaotic one wants. Panic. Do not hand it to him so easily. Make him work for his prize.”
“This isn’t the time for philosophy; we need a plan of action.” The Principal’s voice rises as he slams a fist into his palm.
“And values provide a solid ground for a successful strategy to take place,” Mabry answers, his voice remaining calm. The Principal scoffs and turns away. His hot-headedness when it comes to matters of war makes me think of my father. He wouldn’t stand here debating with Mabry. He’d simply charge into battle and handle matters in his own way, the god-like way.
Political discussions, especially the kind where Mabry exercises his mind muscle over someone, make my head spin. I focus on Cori instead. She’s wearing blue jeans and one of Lelo’s old P-Rod tee shirts, smiling as she winks in my direction. Just like her sister, she thrives in conditions where she’s the object of controversy.
Now that Cori’s all cleaned up, I can see the resemblance between Lelo and her older sister; the tightly curled, brown hair that reminds me of chocolate, the cocoa colored skin
This makes her a mystery and a heroine, dangerous in the eyes of some fledglings living in the house.
I walk into the living room, feeling the strain of three sets of eyes studying me. Principal Armstrong gets that funny look on his face again, the same one he always gives me each time we pass each other in the hallways at school. I don’t get it. I don’t think I want to, either.
“How do we know this girl hasn’t been turned in some way? No one spends that kind of time with the fallen and then walks off into the sunset,” Principal Armstrong says as he turns back to Cori. She has made herself comfortable by sitting on my favorite, ugly, brown lounging couch.
“We have my years of experience in the Inquisition to rely on. One should think serving the Silver Order for an equivalent of five hundred human years would be enough, do you not agree?” Mabry says in a way to imply he doesn’t like to have his judgment questioned, especially by a human. He’s wearing all black today, a custom among the Alchemists during certain hours of the morning.
In Mabry’s homeland of Bardonia, the sun is setting and the night is considered to be the time of the mythicals; creatures you don’t want to meet while you’re strolling along on a nightly walk. Only silver magic controlled by the Alchemists can stop the beasts—a race of half bull, half men we call minotaurs, the same name used by the humans. The Alchemists believe wearing these special black suits enhances the part of their magic they use against the minotaurs. I guess habit has carried over into this land since there aren’t any minotaurs hanging around at night.
“I do believe there’s a reason the Council chose wisdom over muscle to run this place.” Mabry moves his arms behind his back, cupping his hands.
“You humans don’t care about us. Just look at how you mistreat our seas,” Cori points out. I ease into the room and move to a position where I can see everyone’s expressions.
A dark look crosses the Principal’s face. His movie star handsome looks—the classic kind that remind me of Christian Bale—harden. I do believe I need to get my friend out of here before things get really ugly.
Turning to Mabry and ignoring Cori, the Principal says, “Humans need to be warned. It’s not every day we hear news of an apocalypse looming.” His gaze cuts toward me one again. He then adjusts his shirt collar for what seems to be the hundredth time. I wonder why he even bothers with ties because his discomfort when wearing them is painfully obvious. “If you don’t warn people, the blame for any human blood shed will be yours. We must tell the others about the Fallen’s plans.”
Mabry releases a long sigh. “Exactly what the chaotic one wants. Panic. Do not hand it to him so easily. Make him work for his prize.”
“This isn’t the time for philosophy; we need a plan of action.” The Principal’s voice rises as he slams a fist into his palm.
“And values provide a solid ground for a successful strategy to take place,” Mabry answers, his voice remaining calm. The Principal scoffs and turns away. His hot-headedness when it comes to matters of war makes me think of my father. He wouldn’t stand here debating with Mabry. He’d simply charge into battle and handle matters in his own way, the god-like way.
Political discussions, especially the kind where Mabry exercises his mind muscle over someone, make my head spin. I focus on Cori instead. She’s wearing blue jeans and one of Lelo’s old P-Rod tee shirts, smiling as she winks in my direction. Just like her sister, she thrives in conditions where she’s the object of controversy.
Now that Cori’s all cleaned up, I can see the resemblance between Lelo and her older sister; the tightly curled, brown hair that reminds me of chocolate, the cocoa colored skin
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