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CHAPTER 17:THE GREYCOATS TEST
The notice went up on the main hall board, and the collective groan from Cohort Gamma could probably be heard in the kitchens.PRACTICAL ASSESSMENT: PRINCIPLES OF FIELD MEDICINELOCATION: EAST WING INFIRMARY SIMULATION ROOMTEAMS OF TWO, ASSIGNED AT RANDOM.REMEMBER: A PATIENT IS NOT A PUZZLE. A PATIENT IS A PERSON.(Even when they’re filled with air.)“Random pairs?” Mercy squeaked, reading the notice over Jon’s shoulder. “What if I get stuck with someone who thinks a tourniquet goes on the head?”“Then you’ll have a very streamlined patient,” Jon said, grinning. “No more pesky headaches.”Isabel’s tail gave an anxious flick. She’d been doing okay with the bandages, but the lesson on stitching last week had been a disaster. Her claws were not made for delicate needlework; she’d accidentally sewn the practice leather to the table. “I’m going to fail. I’m going to fail and they’re going to make me wear a sign that says ‘Menace to Stitches’.”“You’ll be fine,” Holst said, his voice surp
CHAPTER 16: A NOT SO LITTLE CRACK
Proctor Valerius’s specialized class was less a classroom and more a seminary dedicated to a single subject: the Orsaan Holy Inferno. The circular chamber felt increasingly like a pressure cooker, the air thick with expectation and ancient dogma. Mercy sat with the six other “special” students, each an oddity in their own right—a boy whose skin could phase through solid wood, a girl whose voice could shatter glass at a specific pitch. But Mercy was the only one whose curriculum was an entire political and theological indoctrination.Today, Valerius had brought in a relic—a cracked, heat-warped piece of slate with faded Orsaan runes etched into it. She placed it on the central table with a reverence that was clinical, not devotional.“This was recovered from a razed village near the Orsaan northern border,” Valerius explained, her voice cool and detached. “The runes speak of ‘cleansing flame’ and ‘unworthy flesh.’ This is not poetry, Mercy. This is policy. To them, plasma is not just a
CHAPTER 15: UNLIKELY ALLIANCE
The tension in the training arena had become a daily ritual. Isabel would outperform the popular clique, and they would retaliate with whispered barbs about her being "feral" and "unrefined." The twins, Abel and Obed, were caught in the middle—unwilling recipients of the girls' fawning attention and silent witnesses to the petty bullying.During a break, as Isabel took a long drink of water, Obed sidled up to her, keeping his voice low."This is getting stupid," he muttered, nodding toward the giggling group. "They're only doing it because they're jealous and they think you're alone."Isabel's tail gave an irritated flick. "What am I supposed to do? Challenge their leader to a duel for the title of 'Most Popular'?""No," Obed said, a sly grin spreading across his face. "You're supposed to have an alliance. A strategic one.""What kind of alliance?""Think about it. They love Abbed. They're jealous of you. So, if Abbed is... taken... and taken by you, specifically, it solves both our p
CHAPTER 14: DIVERGING PATHS
The following day, the Shattered Fang’s schedules finally pulled them in different directions. The mood at breakfast was a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation.“Remember,” Jon said, pointing a spoon at Mercy. “First day in the special class. Be cool. Don’t set anything on fire you’re not supposed to.”“I make no promises,” Mercy replied, her eyes sparkling.“And you,” Holst said, turning to Isabel. “Try not to scare your new classmates too much.”Isabel just smirked, her tail giving a confident flick. “I’ll be on my best behavior.”---Jon & Holst: A Forbidden SubjectTheir class with Instructor Silas was titled “Applied Outlands Diplomacy.” Today, he was dissecting the fallout of a recent trade dispute between two minor Outland towns, a classic case study in his teachings.As he concluded, Jon’s hand shot up. “Instructor Silas, you speak about the effects of the Great Houses’ policies, but you never talk about the Houses themselves. If we’re to be mediators, shouldn’t we under
CHAPTER 13: WELCOME ASSEMBLY
The dawn light filtering into the loft seemed to highlight the starkness of the four white tunics laid out on their beds. The Shattered Fang regarded them with a mixture of anticipation and dread. Mercy poked at the fabric with a grimace. "It feels like wearing a sack made of dried grass." "Good," Holst grunted, already pulling his on over his head. "It's not supposed to be comfortable. It's supposed to be durable. No fancy embroidery to tear, no loose threads to snag. It's perfect." He stood there, a mountain of muscle in a stiff, boxy white tunic, already checking the bolts for his crossbow. Isabel was locked in a silent battle with her own uniform. "This is a design flaw of the highest order," she declared, trying to maneuver her tail through the solid wall of fabric. "Do they expect me to tuck it into my belt? Am I supposed to just let it wag and knock over every piece of pottery in this place?" Jon, already fully dressed, was admiring his reflection in the dark glass of a wi
CHAPTER 12: GREYCOAT ACADEMY
The morning sun gleamed off the immense pentagon structure of the Greycoat headquarters. Jon, Isabel, Holst, and Mercy wove through the bustling foot traffic, following directions to the academy building nestled within the complex. It was a formidable, school-like structure of pale stone, its windows looking less like portals for learning and more like the slits of a fortress. At the entrance, two familiar figures leaned against the wall as if they’d been there for an age. "Ahoy, kids!" Godrick called out, his voice a cheerful boom from behind his plague mask. Goodluck, standing beside him, offered a silent, two-fingered wave. "How long have you guys been standing there?" Isabel asked, her tail giving a skeptical flick. "Give or take two hours," Godrick answered casually. "Two hours?!" Mercy scrubbed at her drowsy eyes. It was only 8 a.m., and she felt half-dead. The idea that anyone had been awake and waiting since 6 was horrifying. After a brief round of their usual bi
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