I headed to the stands to sit with Callem, Wynna, Ennet, my parents, Gareth’s parents, the twins, and Mia. Callem went up the stands and talked with Elmore while I got condolences from everyone. My mother hugged and fingered the hole where the sword penetrated my leather vest and shirt. I guess that couldn’t have been pleasant for her to watch.
The twins were seated behind and patted my shoulder in consolation. Mia just voiced that I had fought extrely hard and was sorry I lost. I didn’t have the heart to tell everyone I lost on purpose. I had done a good acting job as my father didn’t think it was intentional and thought my parry was too slow and offered to train with in my spare ti. I didn’t have any free ti.
The support around felt good, but it wasn’t long before Gareth was headed back onto the arena floor. He was scanning the stands vigilantly, probably looking for since I was not in our preparation room, and Callem must have told him I lost. Sohow he found , pointed his sword in my direction, and made the hand sign we used for Blood Brothers. When the fight started, it was over in a brief mont. Gareth feinted and got a solid strike below his opponent’s knee. It was a crippling blow and was followed by the flat of Gareth’s sword to his temple, knocking him out.
The whole exchange took less than 20 seconds for Gareth to claim victory. Gareth raised his sword to again and made our Blood Brother sign. If the man I lost to managed to win his next match, he would face Gareth in the finals.
We had to wait as the semi-final for the Academy Annuals match was next. This was the mid-tier bracket and had participants that had been in an academy for over a year. The two combatants were extrely proficient, both wielding long swords and shields. The combat was intense, and I guessed both could give Gareth a run for his money. They were also 5 to 7 years older. The match was won when the slightly shorter fighter blinked behind the other one. The other man was waiting for this, thrusting behind himself and rolling away from the surprise attack. Callem leaned down to to whisper.
“His short-range teleport takes too long and leaves him dizzy. It was foolish to try it in this competition. I’m going to talk with Gareth to help him prepare for the finals. You can’t co, so don’t ask,” Callem rose and left the seats. Elora ca down from her seat and pulled to the side.
“Gareth told you threw your match. I suspected the parry was terrible and thought your opponent used an ability on you to slow your reaction. It was an entertaining match, and you made proud.” She considered her next words and offered so wisdom, “Sotis choosing to lose still results in a win.” We returned to our respective seats. I was glad not to have disappointed Elora.
I spent the next twenty minutes talking with the twins and Mia while the man who defeated fought like a madman. I guessed he was tasked with winning this match instead of losing. The fight got bloody fast as both fighters cut each other nurous tis and used their abilities for advantage. ra kept saying how well I had done to make it this far. She was trying to cheer up, but I was starting to feel a little pain bowing out. I was learning I really preferred to be the center of attention rather than a spectator.
The man who had defeated won similarly to our match. His opponent missed a parry from fatigue and took a blade through his lung. The frothy blood was a clear sign it was over, and the match ended as the healers ca out to attend to both. The winner glanced up, and I followed his gaze—the Triumvirate box…all three of them. I saw Loriel in one, and she sohow t my gaze in the stands. Although she was 80 yards away, I felt a chill go down my spine. I leaned into Wynna as the crowd was cheering loudly and asked her a question she probably knew the answer to, “Wynna, how old is Lorial Miadon?”
Wynna followed my gaze to the box and the young woman. “Twenty-two, I think. Maybe twenty-one, she started academy early and just finished.” She looked at and continued, “Co on, Stor, you are smarter than pining for a mber of the Succession.”
I mumbled to myself, “Unfortunately, I am being forced into proximity.” I saw Callem climbing the stairs toward us. He sat with us.
“Gareth wasn’t in the room,” he said, concerned. Everyone in our group started talking at once, and Callem hushed them. “He is in no danger. They just didn’t want to give him advice before the finals. It is a typical mind ga, and I already warned Gareth they might try sothing like this.”
We waited almost an hour before the final matches began. Tumbling troupes and illusion mages entertained us. The young won around watched, fascinated. I was sweating from the heat of the crowd, and every ti I looked at the Triumvirate boxes, Loriel seed to be looking at .
In the center box, clearly marked with the Bricio family crest, were several n dressed in black. It didn’t take long to locate Abaddon. He was Cilia’s age and wearing a captain’s uniform for the Skyhol navy. His black hair, eyes, and uniform made him look like a model villain. Slicked back hair and teeth too white to be natural. I burned his visage to my mory. I was going to make sure I gave him a wide berth.
Gareth finally entered and looked like a cobra ready to strike. Just from his eyes and his confident walk, his opponent was already acting timidly. Having already fought the man, I knew Gareth had an easy track to the championship. Gareth spared a glance at in the stands and a nod. When the fight started, it was over just as quickly. Gareth twirled and swung a lightning-fast attack taking off the man’s right hand. He fought on briefly with one hand, but Gareth disard his weapon with a hard strike. The man quickly conceded after losing his weapon.
The crowd erupted in applause and screams, and I joined them. Gareth was dominant and left no doubt who was champion today. It was as Callem had envisioned, maybe a year earlier than planned, but Gareth would now be the focus of many wanting noble families. He probably should have made the fights appear closer, but the anger at my loss had probably clouded his vision.
We had to wait for the last match before the ceremonies. The final of the academy Annuals was must closer and featured so fire magic and illusion magic. The purists hated that abilities were allowed in the Annuals, but it had beco hard to discern if soone was using an ability. Spells were only allowed if they were not ranged spells which made little sense as ranged abilities were allowed. In the end, it didn’t matterto as I never planned to participate again.
When the final match ended, the sll of charred flesh filled the stadium, and the winner sported his burns proudly. Could I have functioned with so many burns? Probably not. The awards were next. The second placers got a hefty coin pouch. The man who defeated did not look happy with the reward and glanced up at the Bricio booth. I did as well, and Abaddon looked malicious in returning the man’s gaze. I told myself it was not my problem and waited for Gareth to receive his award.
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Gareth was introduced to cheers and approached the administrator, who showed him a collection of large gold coins and then placed them in his hands. To Gareth’s credit, he wasn’t impressed with the wealth. He might be a little more appreciative if he hadn’t spent dozens of my platinum coins a few months ago. His next reward got oohs and ahs from the crowd. Two dungeon essences were put before Gareth. Both were tier 1, and he could choose just one.
The man presenting the rewards was Gunder Miaden. Third in line for the Miaden triumvirate seat. He explained what the two essences were to the crowd. The first was a nascent aether core. It awakened an aether core for soone who didn’t have one. It was an extrely weak awakening, Wynna whispered to . The second essence was the tier 1 ability called hasten dream. It allowed a person to sleep for just 2 hours and get a full night’s sleep. I willed that Gareth choose the nascent aether core but, after a brief hesitation, he selected the other essence. I clenched my fists in frustration over my friends idiocy.
Two new tier 1 essence were added for the next winner to select from an array of three. The first was a hardy essence, allowing a person to require no food and sustain themselves with aether essence. The other was a clear-sight essence. Improving the vision of the person using it. The man briefly reached for the nascent core but then picked the clear-sight essence. Wynna whispered that would give him a lucrative job as a spotter on a skyship. I thought both had made a mistake and said so to Wynna. She said most people had trouble learning magic spells, and the nascent core would only give a tiny core with 2-3 in relative essence. It also wouldn’t expand like a naturally awakened core.
I still didn’t agree. Gareth could have learned the cleanliness spell and stopped bothering about evolving the spell to include him. The fanfare lasted an hour, and I was impressed with the stamina of those in the stands. It had been about a nine-hour event, start to finish. I walked with everyone back to the skyship dock, and Gareth joined us. We fell back of the pack and talked.
“Stormy, I can’t believe they made you lose your match. That is pig shit. I got you so revenge, though,” he said with his trade marked Gareth grin.
“Yeah, about that, Gareth…they gave ten platinum to lose.” He looked in shock at , not believing it.
“And you took it?” He sputtered.
“Of course. Business decision. I wasn’t going to win, and it was one of the families that asked to do it. Of course, I might have drawn the eyes of another family because of it. Just one big ss no matter what I decided. Anyway, why didn’t you take the nascent aether core!” I said, clearly sounding irritated.
“Business decision Stormy, I was offered a platinum not to select it. Plus, I can train six more hours daily with my new ability!” I rolled my eyes at my friend’s one-track mind.
“You realize you could have learned the cleanliness spell with a core?” I said as he suddenly appeared shocked.
He cheered up quickly, though, “Probably wouldn’t have the patience for it. Too much studying. I rember how long your first spell took.” The conversation fell to talking about the matches. Gareth had been so angry that I had been forced out that he ended both matches as quickly as possible. It had been what I had assud, so I wasn’t surprised.
When we all boarded the skyship, the party was more subdued than when we had almost the entire town on board. The preferred beverage was a sweet wine provided by Ennet and Wynna. I drank two cups and started to feel woozy, so I ended my drinking there. The twins were hanging on Gareth the champion like grapes on a vine. When the ship docked, and we moved to the center of town to celebrate with everyone, I found Mia on one arm and Aelyn on the other.
Instead of retreating this ti to my room, I enjoyed the celebration with the townsfolk. Sohow I ended up in a corner with Mia, and we kissed drunkenly for a few minutes until a drunk Aelyn ca and sat between us, ending our fun. I had had six…maybe seven drinks, so I couldn’t really focus. I knew my healing spell could erase the morning-after effects, so I was going at it steadily. I leaned into Aelyn to kiss her since she had briefly taken away my partner and our lips t. Then she looked ashad and left. Mia was no longer in the mood after Aelyn’s antics, so we just went and sang so songs and perford so terrible drunken dances.
My head felt two sizes too big when I woke. It took ti to figure out where I was. I was in Ennets house on her couch. I guessed Callem deposited here. I sat up, and my stomach protested. I tried standing, and my stomach beat to it. The pinkish vomit seed to never end as I cleared the contents of my stomach. I imdiately focused and cleaned the ss up with my spell, then focused on curing my hangover. It was imperfect. My head still felt slightly like cotton, but I felt much better. Wynna ca out of the room and looked around, expecting to see a large ss.
“I already cleaned it up,” I said, slightly embarrassed.
She nodded as Ennet erged as well to see the nonexistent damage to her house. My heaving and splattering sounds had been quite loud. Wynna spoke first, “Callem will be up shortly to take you to Aegis City. Are you still planning to go today?”
I nodded, “Yes, I have to release the wolfkin from my service sooner than later. I don’t want it hanging over my head.”
Callem erged and looked a little haggard himself. I hadn’t seen him too much last night as the adults had their own party. “Let’s go, Stor. The ship leaves in 20 minutes.”
We walked to the platform that overlooked the barracks and boarded. I could see the over students erging to Aelyn’s calls. A few were already clearing their stomachs. I was saving myself from that. I reached out and healed Callem of his minor hangover. He just grunted in appreciation and mumbled sothing about not being as young as he used to be.
The flight was a 90-mile trip to the other side of the island. We passed over Solaris City first, and so rage built in seeing the city. I had effectively been ostracized from that city due to the red-haired punk and his connections. Callem seeing my anger, said, “Don’t worry, Stor. I have talked to several people, and progress has been made in cleaning up the city guard. You might have another crack at Leon Mogensen. The first-year academies will be sparing against each other in a few weeks.
That was good news. Callem had my back, albeit a little late. I watched the unfamiliar terrain below, the towns I had never visited, and the places I had never explored. I started to feel the itch to visit these places. There was so much more to the World Sphere than just Hen’s Hollow. As we approached the city, it had tall buildings like the capital of Skyhold, just not as tall or aesthetically pleasing. The old ship we were on lumbered in an arc before landing among six other ships.
Callem inford , “Aegis City had a much harder ti in the recent attack by the Sadians. They are still rebuilding the upper city.” As we disembarked, Bylura approached us, “Stormy thought you might be on the only ship from Hen’s Hollow today. I apologize. Loriel wanted to make sure I was seen with you. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Her lodic voice was at least pleasant, even if a scheming woman employed her. Callem looked the wolfkin over.
“Runt?” He asked with so inflection in his voice. The young wolfkin had a sour face. At least, I thought that was how I should read it.
“Yes,” she said with so sadness.
Callem explained, “Stor runts birthed by the wolfkin for the Wolfguard are usually put down. Sotis,” he indicated Bylur, “They are made into companions for younger mbers of the Triumvirate families.” I nodded, and he continued. “They usually don’t count toward their allocation of Wolfguard troops. But they can never be trained in combat.” That last little bit had cock an eyebrow, and Callem nodded, affirming my suspicion. Bylura moved like she was trained in combat.
Bylura interrupted us and said, “I found three properties you may like, Stor, in this district. Shall we check them out?”
“Go ahead, Bylura, we will follow,” I said, and Callem and I fell in behind her.
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