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Uneven Distribution
The academy woke the same way it always did.Light filtered through sigil-glass in pale bands.Wards eased themselves from night-cycle to function without a sound.For a brief moment, there was a pause that most people never noticed.Not silence exactly.More like a held breath.The air settled into itself.Pressure equalizing in increments too small to feel unless you were listening for them.The academy did this every morning.Shift.Align.Resume.The sequence completed without hesitation.As it always had.Ilyra felt the transition pass through her like a temperature change just shy of perceptible.She didn't move.Didn't react.Stone floors held the memory of yesterday's footsteps and accepted new ones without complaint.From the outside, nothing distinguished this morning from any other.Ilyra noticed immediately that the wards had shifted their emphasis.Not their strength.Not their coverage.Their attention.As if waiting for instruction that hadn't arrived yet.She stood nea
A Normal Morning
The bell rang on time. Its tone was clear and precise. The familiar triple resonance that marked the start of instructional hours. It rolled through the stone corridors and open arches of the academy without distortion.Students moved when they were supposed to move. Doors opened when they were meant to. The day stepped forward as if nothing had happened.Cael lay still for a moment after it sounded. Staring at the underside of his desk. The wood grain held a shallow split near the corner. Repaired at some point before he’d arrived.He tried to remember when he’d first noticed it. He sat up slowly. The motion careful out of habit, rather than pain.His body felt… intact. There was no ache. No stiffness beyond the dull residue of exhaustion. If he’d closed his eyes and trusted sensation alone, he might have believed everything was fine.But he didn’t trust it anymore.Around him, the boys’ dormitory stirred with quiet efficiency. The air smelled faintly of soap and testosterone driftin
Consequence Without Explination
The hour had turned late enough that the academy began to dim itself on instinct.Ward-lamps stepped down one shade at a time.Voices softened.The building settled into the version of night it had practiced for centuries.The boys’ dormitory was quiet in the way only shared spaces ever were.Not silent but subdued.Footsteps softened by stone and distance.Doors closing without urgency.The muted murmur of voices filtering through walls.Each sound dampened by ward-lamps easing toward their night cycle.Bells marked the hour somewhere deeper in the complex—distant, already fading.Schedules adjusted. Rotations completed.No one lingered long enough to be noticed.Cael lay flat on his back, staring at the ceiling. Cleared for rest. Cleared for observation, with language that sounded comforting until you listened too closely.Avoid casting for at least two days. Preferably three. Reassessment to follow.The instructor who’d delivered the instructions hadn’t met his eyes. That bothered
The Ever Tightening Grip
The dormitory smelled of warm stone and warmer wood.Sun baked into the walls during the day, slowly bleeding back out now that night had settled in.The scent carried with it a sense of age and routine.Of a place that had absorbed centuries of footsteps and learned to hold them gently.Ward-lamps lined the hall in steady intervals.Their glow softened deliberately.Calibrated so shadows pooled in corners instead of cutting sharp lines across the floor.It was a design choice meant to soothe.Nothing harsh.Nothing abrupt.The academy was packed.That, more than anything, unsettled Cael.Students passed in loose clusters.Voices overlapping without urgency.Arguments about drills and footwork.Laughter too loud for the hour.Someone humming tunelessly as they dragged their feet along the stone.A door slammed somewhere down the hall.Muffled apologies followed.Another door creaked open.Hinges complained softly before settling.Life moved forward.Uninterrupted.Nothing had broken.
The Echo After Fire
Cael woke slowly.Not to pain. That was the strange part.But to the awareness of weight. The press of a blanket against his chest. The firmness of the bed beneath his back. The faint, steady hum of healing wards doing what they believed had already been done.He opened his eyes.The ceiling above him was smooth white stone, veined faintly with sigils that glowed low and constant.The medical wing.He remembered that much. What he didn't remember was feeling like this.His body felt settled.Not weak. Not sore.Just wrong in a way that refused to organize itself into words. Like a limb that had fallen asleep and woken incorrectly. Circulation restored. Sensation present. But something essential misaligned.He shifted, testing himself.No sharp pain. No resistance.Just a strange, crawling awareness beneath his skin, centered somewhere in his chest, spreading outward like an echo that hadn't finished bouncing yet.One of the healers noticed the movement and crossed the room."You're aw
What Answered Back
Ilyra had fallen asleep in the medical wing healing Cael.Her consciousness snapped into place.Not because of pain.Because the room fell away.For a single, suspended moment, the medical wing ceased to exist. The white stone. The muted glow of ward-lights. The careful murmurs of healers working in practiced rhythm. All of it peeled back as if it had never been real to begin with.The ward-lights flickered.Not enough for anyone else to notice. Just a fractional hesitation in the steady glow, the kind that only registered if you had spent years watching for signs of failure.The hum beneath the room shifted pitch, like a note held just slightly too long. Her hands tingled where they rested near Cael's chest. Not with magic, but with expectation.And then the room let go of her.Sound vanished first.Then weight.Then time.She stood somewhere else.The sky was wrong.Not dark but empty. Devoid of any color. As if someone had reached up and scraped the color out of it, leaving behind
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