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âisnât there only one? Casting? Thatâs all that everyone uses.â
Zen sighed. âThatâs like saying thereâs only one planet in the solar system, because thereâs only one that is inhabited by intelligent life. There are other magics, although they are obscure. This school is unique because for the most part, they have the tools you need in order to get to your highest level of achievement. You will only ever be mediocre at Casting, I can tell that much. Youâve got an odd magic. Iâm not sure what it is, but itâs probably the reason why that Reaver tried to kill you when you proved to be annoying.â
âI was not annoying it! I was attacking it!â
Zen barked a laugh. âYeah. The way a mosquito attacks an elephant. Which, by the way, is pointless.â
âWell you cast the stupid spell,â August huffed, shoving the feather away.
âIâve got even less of a talent for Casting than you do, but Iâll do my best,â Zen said as the feather slowly floated to the ground. She pointed a finger at it. âLos Necht et tabulum.â The feather rose several feet into the air and dropped back to its original position in front of August.
She mimicked Zenâs accent. âLos Necht et tabulum.â The feather remained still.
âRoll your âmâ a little bit longer,â Zen suggested.
âLos Necht et tabulummmmm.â
âHilarious. Mock the suggestions again, and I will never help you with a single one of your classes ever again.â
Augustâs mouth opened and closed several times like a dying fish. âBut you said that you would help me with Battle calss. You promised.â
âI did not promise you a single thing. But if this is how you are going to treat my suggestions, then forget it. I donât explain things to half-baked students.â
âIâm not half-baked!â
Professor Atworth shot them another glare at the sudden outburst. Several other students were looking at them now. August slumped. âSorry,â she said sheepishly.
Zen waited until the others had gone back to their own work. âAgain.â
âLos Necht et tabulum.â The feather rose an inch off the table before falling again. There had been no breeze. August whooped.
âMiss Julian,â Professor Atwater said, âIf I hear another word out of you during this time, another demerit will be tacked on to your already sterling record.â
August pulled a face once his attention was diverted once more. She spotted Zenâs paper and snatched it before Zen could react. Her eyes grew huge as she began to read it. At one point, her head jerked up to stare at Zen, who had slumped in her seat and was reasting her forehead on the table.
âDude, there is no way that this is history!â
âHistory is written by those that are left, not the ones that were right,â Zen muttered.
August saw that it was how Zen had finished the essay. âWow. You are going to get in so much trouble for this. I donât think that Iâll be able to keep up with you for detention.â
âYou never should have tried in the first place,â Zen replied, her voice low. âwasnât my idea for you to start following me around after hours. You need to start doing some extracuriculars.â
âI wonder if detention would count as one.â
Zen snorted. âYeah, we could call ourselves the breakfast club, and cause all sorts of ruckus when the teacher leaves. Iâm sure one of us in here it crazy.â
âMiss Pakto,â Professor Atwaterr said, enunciating every syllable. âSince you seem to be so chatty, I presume that your essay is done?â
âAs a matter of fact, sir, it is,â Zen replied readily. âDoes that mean that I get to leave early?â
He smiled. âNo, it means that you can now read it to the class.â He waved her up.
âWhat if I donât want to?â
âThen youâll possibly be given more detentions. But since that doesnât seem to be working, the disciplinary committee may become involved to determine the proper repercussions.â
She sighed loudly and took the sheet from augustâs hands and wended her way to the front of the room. She turned to face the rest of the classroom, all five of them. âI was assigned to write about magics before the Guild Wars. So that means I had to write about magics that no one knows about, but pretends that they do. So here it is.â
She looked at her page and began to read.
âMost of what we assume to know about the time before the Guild Wars is flat out false. The truth about past magics has been lost or destroyed, either by accident or design. The fact is, there used to be seven types of magic, as opposed to the so-called three magics of today. News flash: spells, incantations, and jinxes all fall under the same magic, called Casting. You are a Caster. You cannot be anything else if you are a wizard. The other magics do not exist anymore.
âNothing is really known for certain about these seven magics, other than the fact that Casting was the weakest of them. Some mages did not even consider it to be a type of magic, as it required very little investment on a wizardâs part. That is why those who use casting magic are actually called wizards, whereas users of the other six magics were called mages or sorcerers.
âSociety has since forgotten about those other, more powerful, six magics. And thatâs good. Thatâs what the victors of the Guild Wars had been after, their ultimate goal.â
âWhat in the world are you talking about?â Professor Atwater cut in. âSeven magics? Donât you think that someone, somewhere, would have recorded them if they had actually existed?â
âYes, well, my essay does go on to explain that, in generalizations of course.â
âZen, it seems that you want to spend the rest of semester in detention.â
Zen smirked at him, leaning against the board. âYeah, well, itâs more of a âhave toâ than a âwant toâ at this point, if you know what Iâm saying.â
Augustâs head thumped loudly on her desk. Atwaterâs face was actually turning red. Good cappilaries, Zen thought to herself. Heâd bleed out faster than anyone else in this room if they were suddenly attacked.
âHow about expulsion? Hm? I gave you a serious assignment to do and this rubbish is what you come up with? Hand it over now.â
She yanked it away from him. âNuh-uh. No way. This is mine. You can write your own essays, Iâm sure you can make up your own version of what life was like befreo the Guild Wars, when there were actual guilds that carried the seven magics. And did you know that even categorizing them into seven categories is a stretch?â She glaned at the clock. âAnd now, it is officially five oâclock, which means that we are liberated from your presence so that we may go and sup with the common people who do not have the good fortune of spending two extra hours a day with you.â
She gave him a graceful bow, still keeping the essay out of his reach. The other students quickly stuffed their things into manageable piels and whisked themselves out of the room. August had grabbed Zenâs textbook and bag and dragged them after her. Soon, it was only the three of them in the room.
âGive me the paper, Miss Pakto.â
âThis was a bogus assignment and you know it. That textbook is useless for everything but as a paperweight. There is nothing that speaks of the time before the Guild Wars. I bet you that we havenât even recovered a journal of that stupid Immortal Witchâs thatâs pre-Guild War, now have we? The victors of the Guild Wars made sure that there was nothing that spoke of before. No one was there to stop them.â
âThere was no victor in the Guild Wars. Both sides fought long and hard before they realized that magic was disappearing. They formed a treaty then, a treaty that holds to this day. Are you contesting the existence of that treaty?â
âOh, I know that the treaty was signed. Funny how thereâs nine names to it, am I right? There were more than nine guilds.â
âFour representatives from each side and a witness.â
She shook her head. âNo, see, thatâs not true at all. That is what we have assumed, and slowly that assumption has turned itself into fact as the ages get denser and denser. There were more than two sides to that war, and no one was neutral. And there was a victor. A guild that was made up of only nine members. I actually talk about it in my last paragraph, as my conclusion. Would you like to hear it?â
She stared straight at him, her paper clenched in her hand. She didnât glacne at it once.
âMany things were lost to the Guild War- truth being the most prominent example. While the mage guilds of the world busied themselves with in-fighting, murder guilds against light guilds, a different type of guild emerged. It sonsisted of nine memebers. They called themselves the Seraphâs Hand, a bastardization of a noble idea. They believed that those born with raw magic, the source of the six stonger types of magic, were unfairly advantaged. In the effort to create true equality amongst mankind, they decided that raw magic must be cast out and cut down, to the point where only magic that anyone could learn would exist, the magic that we now have today. The reason why we donât know anything about raw magic is because, ultimately, the Seraphâs Hand won- the guilds were wiped out, the strongest mages killed by the Handâs own dark magic. There was no one left to argue with their account of magic.
âAfter all,â she finished, crumpling the paper in her hand into a ball with one fist, âHistory is not written by the ones who were right, but by those who were left.â
The paper in her hand ignited into a ball of flame. Zen tossed it into the air, where it burst apart, ashes slowly drifting down to settle on the floor. She curtsied to him. âThankyou.â
Then she turned and left, August trailing behind her, her eyes wide. She glanced back at the professor, but he wasn;t watching the two of them leave. He was studying the ash on the wooden floor.
SecretsClarke placed a tray on the small coffee table in the sitting room attached to his office before taking a seat across from his guest. âYou said you wanted to see me?â
Ben Atwater spooned the tinniest amount of sugar into his cup, the spoon doing a single rotation around the edge of the cup. âOf course.â He took a sip. âAh, it tastes as fine as ever.â
âThe sugar spoils the taste,â Clarke replied.
âBah, as long as it doesnât spoil the desired effect, I always say.â
âYes, you always do. What is this about, Ben? I know you didnât simply come here for a top-up.â
âWhy isnât
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