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Lance I go to a locker that Cy pointed out. I opened it, and a small freshman blinked at the sudden harsh light. I offered my hand, but he tumble..

Cy I waited outside of her math class. The bell rang, and the kids filed out, chattering. Alia came out last, throwing her book bag over her shou..

Miles Room 314, Friday, 2:15 p.m. That's what the little card read, anyway. I was on the third floor, searching. There was a room 313, and a room..

“Elara! Come on! Let's go!” Auron yelled. He took off down the wharf towards the forest, his wavy brown hair flying around, his blue ey..

I stared into my cup of Eril bark tea. The Healer, Cordelia, had given it to me, saying that it would calm my nerves. Auron had a similar cup, whil..

A man was sitting at the end of a long table. He had my brown hair, my blue eyes, but they were sad, as sad as my mother's was. He was staring deje..

A few days later, I swallowed my breakfast in a hurry. Cordelia proclaimed that my head was fine, fine enough to go back to school. I didn't want t..

A couple hours later, Fabian and I ate some bread and greens that he had collected, with fish. Well, Fabian had fish. I had politely declined. Auro..

A hand in the darkness, my mouth being bound, lances of pain shooting through me from my injuries, the hand gone, the clash of swords, the rush of ..

The first thing that hit me was the smell. Waste, sweat, and animal muck, mingling together, was the first scents that hit my nose. Then the noise...