LOCATION: ZEPHYRThe air and wind in Zephyr was smelling like blood although. It has be smelling like that for the past eleven days now.Seraphim Windfall, the second in command of Zephyr warriors suddenly stopped as she kept her eyes forward, her feet wide on the ridge, and her hands were up. It didn't take long before the channling threads came rushing out if her hands.It has been the eleven days of the fighting, her body was starting to give up but she kept pushing herself further. She did not even think stopping for a moment. Her hands were just moving as the pale silver threads twisted around her fingers. She pulled two from the air above her and braided them into a third one that she had already been holding.The braid thickened and hummed and she immediately flung it.The force hit the charging line of the Red Ones like a wall.Three of them flew backward and two more stumbled. One of the Reds managed to hold her ground. She has short, hollow-eyed, and her skin has that awful

The practical ground was already filled up quickly.What was almost a half-empty yard twenty minutes ago was now fully packed with first-year students from all the three classes. Some were still adjusting their academy coats. While Others were stretching their fingers, and rolling their wrists, like what nervous people do when they don't know what to do with their hands.The seniors were already at their usual place on the left side of the elevated walkway, and then looking down at the students in the yard.. The right elevated walkway was for the staff.Principal Garrick was at the far end of tight side. His both hands were resting on the stone railing, and his expression were unreadable. Beside him was a man of that would be roughly the same age as principal Garrick.His name was Solen. Blood Duke Doran's cousin. He is second-in-command at the academy.Solen was watching the students below, but his eyes were not really on the students."I heard something recently," he said, keepin

Slowly the exam was coming to an end...But one one name kept coming up in every low conversation between the students. One name that nobody had planned to say today.Rhaegar. The Stilled prince. Also, on top of one of the thick old trees at the eastern edge of the practice ground, a figure was there sitting completely still against the trunk. It was far from the crowd that no one passing below would even think to look up. Even if they look up, it would be hard to see someone was there.The figure eyes had not moved from the fighting podiums.The crowds were all looking at the fighting podium.But the figure was just watching Rhaegar. He had just won his second round.The figure gave a small nod."Not bad," the figure murmured. Then the figure settled back against the bark and kept watching.Back to the fighting podium, Serra was the one fighting. Her opponent in this round was a boy named Torin. He has Wide shoulders, solid build.He was ranked top twelve in Class 1C, and unlike

Everyone at the arena was just quiet. They are still yet to believe what they just saw. Most of them was just standing with their mouths open.Then the gap-toothed boy at the betting table slammed both of his hands on the flat table."YES!" He grabbed the boy beside him by the collar and started shaking him. "I told you! I said the prince would win from the very beginning! Did I not say it?"The boy that he grabbed did not say anything because nobody remembered the gap-toothed boy saying that.In fact, he was already going at Draven thinking that Rhaegar would lost....The boy gently removed the gap-toothed boy hands from his collar..Hearing the gap-toothed boy cheering, the crowd started cheering too.The cheer started from the front and then the back. Shouts, clapping and some people screaming from the top row.. People who who rushed to the back from the podium thirty seconds ago were now pushing forward just to see Rhaegar still standing.No one from this crowd could have belie

It was the next morning, and a school day. Rhaegar dropped to the floor inside his chamber. He pressed his palms flat against the cool stone floor and started his push-ups.He let out a low groan in every muscles push. One.... Ten.... Twenty..... Thirty. Each one was followed with a low groan that sounded in the quiet room. By the fortieth his hand was shaking, but he forced himself to do the the last five. His teeth clenched and sweat were dripping from his forehead.When he finally collapsed, he rolled onto his back and stared at the carved ceiling above him. He was breathing slowly with his chest heavily. The arena from the practical exam was still playing in his head like a half-remembered dream. The cheer of the crowd.And the way he had channel the three powers at once..He still could not believe it. For years he had been the Stilled prince, the boy everyone called weak and useless. Now he was no longer Stilled. His father’s words from dinner rang in his ears again: one mi