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Return Before Sunset
The courtyard did not remain tense forever.After Ronan’s calm order brought the confrontation to a halt, the gang gradually stepped back. The leader held Andrew’s gaze for a few seconds longer, measuring him in silence, before finally turning away with a dismissive motion.“Let’s go,” he muttered to the others.The five followed him out of the courtyard one by one. Their confidence had not disappeared entirely, but something in their posture had changed. The easy laughter from earlier was gone.They left without another word.Ronan remained standing for a moment after they disappeared down the street. His attention shifted briefly to Andrew, then to Eli, and finally to the girl near the broken crate.“You should leave this district,” Ronan said quietly to her.She nodded quickly, still shaken.Then Ronan turned and walked away without waiting for a response.Eli watched him go with a deep frown.“I still don’t understand that guy,” he muttered.Andrew didn’t answer immediately. His b
Six in the Courtyard
The courtyard held still for only a heartbeat after Andrew finished speaking.Then the leader moved.He did not shout an order. He did not need to. The five spread out with the kind of coordination that came from training together, not from random street scuffles. Two circled to Andrew’s left. One shifted behind him. The largest of them released the girl and stepped forward, cracking his knuckles with deliberate confidence.Ronan did not interfere.He stepped back just enough to avoid being in the way, arms loosely at his sides, watching.Eli’s throat felt dry. He had hoped Ronan’s arrival would dissolve the situation. Instead, it had made it worse. Now the fight would happen under the gaze of someone who understood combat far better than any of them.“Andrew,” Eli whispered, barely audible, “don’t be stupid.”Andrew did not look at him.“I never am,” he replied calmly.The first attacker lunged without warning, aiming to grab Andrew’s shoulder and drag him off balance. Andrew pivoted
Names Have Weight
The street did not immediately return to normal after the gang dragged the girl away.The merchants resumed shouting prices. The buyers pretended to bargain. A woman picked up a basket that had fallen during the struggle and brushed dust off it like nothing had happened. The air carried the same scent of dried fish and roasted grain. Only the absence of the girl remained, like a gap in a sentence no one dared to complete.Andrew stepped out from the narrow corner where Eli had pulled him.Eli caught his sleeve again. “What are you doing?”Andrew looked down at the hand gripping him and raised a brow. “Walking.”“That’s the direction they went.”“Yes.”Eli stared at him as if he expected him to add something intelligent to that answer. When Andrew did not, Eli swallowed and lowered his voice. “You said we should just stroll and return early. This is not our fight.”Andrew took two slow steps forward before responding. “It’s not. I’m simply curious.”“You don’t look curious,” Eli mutter
Outside the Gate
The gates of Ashwake House did not swing open often.When they did, it was usually for deliveries, inspections, or discipline.Today, they opened for the thirty.Andrew stepped through without hesitation.He did not look back.The air outside felt different—not fresher, not kinder—just wider. The road stretched ahead in a thin ribbon of dust, cutting through Blackmere City like an old scar. Market stalls were already being arranged. Vendors shouted over one another. The scent of frying oil mixed with damp earth and sweat.It was noisy.Alive.And utterly indifferent to them.Eli stepped out beside him, slower, scanning their surroundings instinctively. “So,” he said under his breath, “this is it.”Andrew adjusted his collar slightly. “It’s a road.”“That’s not what I meant.”“I know.”The other candidates scattered gradually in small clusters, some drifting toward the market district, others walking in pairs with forced confidence. Ronan was already halfway down the street with two ot
Not Equal
Morning did not bring rest.It brought order.The thirty were woken before sunrise, not by shouting or rough handling this time, but by something far more deliberate. A caretaker walked through the huts slowly, tapping the wooden support posts with a short iron rod. The sound was measured. Controlled. Each strike echoed just long enough to unsettle anyone still pretending to sleep.“Selected candidates. Courtyard. Immediately.”There were no insults. No threats. No barked commands.That alone made it serious.Andrew opened his eyes before the third strike reached his corner of the hut. He did not sit up immediately. He listened first — to the shifting bodies, to the hurried breathing, to the nervous energy spreading across the room like static.Across from him, the scarred boy was already awake.Watching him.Andrew held his gaze for a brief second, expression flat, unreadable. Then he looked away first — not out of submission, but out of dismissal.He rose unhurriedly.Eli was tying
The Weight of Being Chosen
The second phase did not end with applause.It ended with fewer faces.No announcement declared success. No caretaker stepped forward to congratulate anyone. The representatives did not raise their voices or signal the conclusion in any obvious way. The tests simply continued until they did not.By late afternoon, exhaustion had replaced confusion.And the number had changed.Thirty remained.Andrew noticed it before anyone said anything. He had counted after each rotation—after the coordination drills, after the questioning sessions, after the silent endurance task where they were made to stand in formation while being observed from the shade.Fifty had become forty-three.Forty-three had become thirty-seven.Thirty-seven had become thirty.The removals were quiet. Sometimes the reason was obvious: a breakdown, a refusal, a visible panic. Other times, it made no sense. A strong candidate would be called aside, spoken to briefly, and then escorted away without resistance.No shouting.
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