All Chapters of The Last Star-Bearer: Heir of the Shattered Light: Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
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CHAPTER 11: FIRE SPELL 101
The stones of Aetherstone University hummed with a magic older than kingdoms, it was a stark contrast to the chaotic, unbridled power that had erupted from him just the day before. The memory of the Arcum gauge shattering, a sound like a star cracking, was a fresh wound. Whispers had followed him from the testing chamber, ghosts clinging to his heels.Professor Archum walked beside him, his steps measured and echoing in the grand, vaulted corridor. He was a man of severe lines, from the sharp cut of his grey robes to the granite set of his jaw. He didn’t offer platitudes. He offered purpose.“They will talk,” Archum said, his voice a low rumble. “Let them. Your actions, not their gossip, will define you.”He stopped before a polished oak door and produced a slim, gold-silver bracelet. It looked like a wristwatch from the mortal world, impossibly sleek against the ancient backdrop. “Your schedule, your assignments, your university life. It will all be managed through this.”Tristan too
CHAPTER 12: FIRE-RY
Tristan lay still on his back on the floor, limbs splayed, smoke curling from his clenched fist. His chest rose and fell in shallow, ragged bursts. He is unconscious from the shock, but alive.Professor Vance dropped to his knees beside him, fingers pressing against the boy’s wrist, searching for a pulse. When he found it... rapid, uneven, but present, he exhaled sharply through his nose, eyes closing for just a breath of relief.Then he stood, slow and deliberate, his staff planted firmly in the smooth floor of the room.Silence still gripped the classroom. Even Gildart had gone pale, the smirk wiped clean from his face. He stared at Tristan’s still form, then at his own hands... as if seeing them for the first time. He want to gloat but he feels somehow guilty."Everyone," Professor Vance said, voice low but carrying like thunder across still water, "step back. Give him air."No one needed to be told twice. Students shuffled backward, some stumbling over their robes in haste. A few