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Lost At School, Part 10

The Headmaster nodded towards me.

“Headmaster Lien. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

Lien let me go, and pulled out a notebook. “Let us talk. I have received notes from the truant officer, your homeroom teacher, several chefs from the cafeteria. A total of seventeen demerits thus far. There is also witness testimony of your leaving the school without permission, another two.”

The corner of her mouth twitched in what might have been a smile. “Attempting to attack the Headmaster…will be discounted as a provoked lesson.”

She closed the notebook. “You, Emelia McKay, were already shown to be obstinate, belligerent. You are unwilling to move from a course of action that you have predetermined as right. And your moral code is so set that any digression is seen as surrender.”

Lien nodded. “I suspect the only reason you returned to the school was to teach young Jonas a lesson when you discovered his affiliations and true meanings of words towards Miss Woodland.

“But what is truly disheartening, is your lack of ability to think.”

I stared. “Come again?”

“Reasoning. Your awareness of the world beyond your own senses.” Lien waved a hand. “Consider today. Why was the truant officer able to whisk you away from maledictions? Why was your compatriot Sela able to walk free accompanied by one swordsman and a book-maker? Why is Lana even here?”

I waited for an explanation. When it didn’t come, I realized that she wanted me to answer. “I don’t know.”

“Do you have any idea?”

“Because you fixed it?”

“Is that a guess, or a theory?”

I squeezed my eyes shut. “We left because you were there. Blue Wheel has to have a reputation, something the gangs don’t want to mess with.”

“Why would that protect Sela?”

“It wouldn’t,” I admitted.

“Why is Lana here?”

“Because she wants to!” I shouted. “And no one is going to tell her where she can and can’t go!”

The headmaster tutted. “You were so close to actually thinking.”

“Yeah, well…you’re stupider!”

“Is that the best that you can come up with?” Lien asked. “Bad insults after a poorer performance?”

“It wasn’t that bad,” I said. “And when I get home, I’ll train, and come back even better.”

“How?” Lien asked. “Explain it to me. How are you getting better?”

“Hard work,” I said. “Keep going over the magic.”

“How?” she asked. “You saw how I could dispel all your magic in an instant. For all your training, you could not stand a chance against me.”

“You’re different.”

“I am barely competent in comparison to the true masters of magic,” she said. “Just as Sela’s duelist friend is considered average. And Mr. Clops is just coming into his own as an orator. And yet we are all your superiors in every way.”

“Why?” I asked. “What makes you think you’re better than us?”


She handed me a badge.

“We went to school.”

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Lost At School, Part 9

I glowered, and stamped my staff on the ground.

“Lady, you have no clue what you are dealing with.”

“No,” She said. She cracked her fingers. “It is you who have decided that one small taste of the truth defines it all.

“But as words have little worth to you,” she bowed to me at the waist. “Come. Show what you can do.”

Who was she? Mayor’s guard? A contracted assassin? Didn’t seem to be the case. But she wanted a fight, and I needed to have one.

I lashed out with fire. Quick, easy, some of my best work.

She snapped her fingers. The flames winked out.


I charged forward, casting bursts of fire with every other step. Snap her fingers, it was all gone. I spun around in front of her, lashing out with the staff.

She grabbed my staff. With a hard tug, she flung me away. I was up in an instant, but weaponless.

The lady held the staff in one hand, gingerly. Testing it. She pointed it at me.

“You’re dead.”

And then she tossed the wood back to me. “Try again.”

I sighed. Okay. She was good. But I would find a way to be better. If fire wasn’t going to work, maybe pure magic.

I barked out a harsh phrase. Magic poured through me towards her. More than I had ever done. More than the wyvern had took.

She didn’t even snap her fingers this time. Just let it wash it over her in a wave. The best I could do, and she didn’t even move an inch.

The lady arched an eyebrow. “Was that all?”

I turned and ran. I wanted a fight. I didn’t want to die. And going against someone I was clearly outclassed against wasn’t going to help.

Turned a corner, and kept running towards the Spire. Maybe Lana, and Sela. Get the lady trapped, and then I had a chance.

“Running isn’t going to help.”

Her hand reached out, snatching the staff again. The force of the grab made me leave my feet. Tumbling head over heels, and slammed into a building. Ow.

The lady walked out from around a corner. Again she pointed the staff at me.

“You’re dead.”

Tossed the staff to me again. “What are you going to try next?”

I tried everything I could think of. Earthquake, lightning. I poured every ounce of magic I could think of.

She wouldn’t even let me get off a spell. She knew every counterspell, every movement that could negate my actions, almost before I did it.

And every time she would disarm me. Point the staff at me, and say it. I was dead more than I could count.

I screamed, and struck out again. Punches, kicks. I lunged at her. She blurred, and I was yanked up by my hair.

“That’s it?” she asked. “Your magic gone, this is what you do last?”

“Get off me!”

“Do you have any concept of what you are going to do before you do it?”

“What do you want from me?”

“That you learn!”

I stopped struggling, and looked her up and down. Oh, darn it.

“Headmaster. I thought we had a meeting.”

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