“Yeah, we see that but not everyone will always be as grateful as we are. They’re overprivileged asshats so be there in their place just because of lineage and money. Someday, I’m going to be part of that society, rich and obno—”After hearing this, another overlapping conversation inserted itself within the boundaries of the ears of his mind, impulsively listening through the borders around them. Down farther, just a few walls away grated voices filled with sudden frustration and hate.“My sons beginning to get on my nerves, but nothing is more hellish than knowing the politics of this Academy is going to the rocks. He’s doing well learning, I know, but he’s getting trumped by those blasted privileged brats. If not for their positions, they wouldn’t be able to push my child off that list of top students.”“Why? What happened? I thought your son got good scores enough to get him on the li
Leaving the hall, they went into a spiral staircase at the opposite end where Mitt entered. They went down seven flights before stopping at an old dark double door with long brass handles. Everywhere, employees who wore the insignia of the white six-point shard, passed by and stopped every time they see Lord Verbasi to either greet or let them through first. Both a greeting of respect and pleasant-like cordiality to Mitt and his mentor.On the other hand, those with a six-sided wreath or a pair of three-fingered Sari-manok claws only passed them by with a simple nod of greeting. Mitt didn’t dwell on the other branches within the office, since they often only look at him with a rare moment of a smile or complete disregard. More people nod at him, but it’s not an awkward feeling to be out of reach to these adults, he was only there to learn.“Today, we’ll need to catch up on cutting a shard,” Lord Verbasi scratched his chin as he asked an as
He may not excel in it but more than what is required enough to move as a squire he passed with flying colors and as a Prime Magician that was enough but his excellence towards magic is what he needs. Being physically fit was easy but his requirement to become a magician also peaks when he can mentally stabilize himself and focus on certain aspects that need it, like the training he’s doing right now on one of the contraptions made on the grounds.The puppet he’s been appointed could be considered a playpen for dodging, with a series of wooden balls triggered from above to diagonally attack him in possible blind spots. The aim was to send his body a sense of familiarity, in terms of moving presence. Each wooden contraption is imbued with magic that has a specific element within, the moment it hits him it will trigger the side effect.If he evades or manages to hit the ball, it is a point and will be proven safe until a barrage will trigger again. Random is
Even he was subject to this kind of wall of classism, considering that his seatmate is a girl he rarely spoke to on the occasions he was given. Though he was good friends with a few kids in class, they were not as close to him.At least, Mitt thinks he’s not. He feels someone tickling his left ear, and he moved his head slightly to see who it was but found his ears touching a tiny, folded paper. The shape of the fold formed what looked like a wobbly snake, with a makeshift tongue torn from a part of the paper or somewhere else.Cocking his brow up in wonder, he took the folded paper, looking around to see who was brave enough to make folded paper toys and pass them around the class. He was hesitant to be bothered by it but found himself relaxing when he noticed that near the middle area of the seating, a boy with slightly shorter brown hair whose face was looking in front but one of his fingers was pointing at him.This boy stayed still for most of the les
She had recovered, fully, from her sudden physical depletion after using so much of her magic. To the point, she needed to use several Fire-brim shards to serve as output crystals of her magic that she could not control coming out from her body. The ordeal had Sacr and Epiro remembering the horror of her magic, to the point they could only stand in awe at the strength that the Prime Magician holds.Her stance may seem like she is equal to a god, but nothing could prepare her for the fear of leaving a life all on its own, that’s why her reputation returning after protecting the end-of-year election a decade prior held her ground of power. This brought a certain relief within Yphemu and the people allied to her, specifically, people of the Sagan and the Saturni family, who continues to flourish their lives with certainty. At least for another time when an unprecedented event, forces her to reroute her life and those who believe in her.“There’s an agend
The boy nods, he was looking down but to a trained eye or people close to him, they would notice that he’s spilled soup on his napkin on his lap and probably a part of his shirt. This isn’t common for him but as a child who is still growing accustomed to the concept of stiff discipline, he is not immune to being a child rattled by something embarrassing.He liked his mother and loved her, but it was still shameful for him to hear her words of affection, especially in front of others.“Meet with Lord Verbasi today so you can have the time to study and play games after with his children,” Yphemu said as she signaled Hyles. “By that time, I’d have adjusted a better schedule for us to attend to in the coming season, but I want you to focus more on your spellcasting. You may have good grades during this Academy, but it’s different with being my rightful successor.”The grey-haired man nodded as he instructed one of his
░░░░░Single drops of rain from drifting round clouds poured without warning or wary over the cultured gardens of the Saturni manor, lit by shard lamps in the middle of midmorning, looking like the perfect scenario of darkest before dawn with additional blurred vision from the collected fog of the cold drizzle. The days passing since Yphemu adopted Mitt were like a fever dream rushing into a sudden river of ice, breaking the heat from her exhausted soul only to find herself dazed, in a confused reverie, on certain days.These are one of those days when Yphemu could not take in the pressure of the outskirts. Killing all the monsters without remorse. Making sure to spend her days in the presence of Mitt her adopted son to keep him from being lonely, and choosing, in the end, to bask in pain heart, body, and mind.Ending with her running away from her people and walking under the light rain that starts to pour and the clouds above becoming larger by the minute. Not
The days after they returned there was still a search party left in the forest to look for the nanny and her child, Yphemu’s mind was divided deep in the cusp of all the things she needs to do that she collapsed in her office at one point.During the time of her rest, she had one day of indecisive worry before the search party returned to deliver her the news that they still could not find her baby and the nanny. Not a body or any trace of the child’s presence, as if she vanished into thin air.She thanked them for doing this for her, Lagodis a silent member of her team who helped lead the search, told her the only words of comfort he could afford to say.“Captain,” Lagodis said as he stood with his salamander tattooed face looking at her with a stoic expression. There was a hint of sadness on his face that only a trained person could see. “We are sorry we couldn’t find your daughter.”Yphemu was looking at the cl