“This is the second time she collapsed, correct?” said Hail absently, his arms crossed.
Granny sighed, scanning her notes. “You appear to be right. The last time she lost consciousness, her brain locked itself to prevent any damage. Right now, however, her heart protected itself. Any more collapse and she’ll actually die.”
Though her voice broke, she tried to ignore it by writing more data in her notes.
“How does it work? This Shraine, I mean.”
It took her a whole minute of silence, translating some of her ideas into words, before looking up. “It is the body’s defense mechanism. Once a Wielder release some of her energy, the system moves in itself to protect what must be protected, which is why whenever there’s an overlap or draining of energy, the mind and the heart itself creates a wall to turn down any possible deterioration. But even this so-called protective system also requires energy.”
“So does this mean, Blame’s just weak? Or this has some
Z glared at Hail who’s leaning against the wall as if he’s got nothing to do with her bruises and burns. Granny applied toothpaste to the reddish and dry part of her skin, which owed her something to scream for. Apart from that, three band-aids were covering the open wounds and scratches on her upper shoulder and two of them were positioned right on her knees.If Z’s not aware of Blame’s and Hail’s relationship, she would have thought he’s trying to kill her. But now it came to this, there’s a high possibility it’s accurate. He’s doubting her identity, after all.“You’ve gone too far, Hail. I told you, haven’t I? Shraine isn’t about being weak or strong. If you’re going to train her, at least do it the right way. It looks to me as if you’re torturing her.”Granny’s features were crumpled with anger that Z didn’t dare complain every time the treatment becam
Mr. Porche gave the team a good beating after knowing how much they’re thinking only of themselves. The point of the exercise was to see whether they’d help each other to get some more flags, but that wasn’t the case. Everyone made their own move, resulting for all of them getting nothing. Z, though closer to snatching one of the flags, was intercepted by Sloane who pushed her and tried to grab the flag for herself. They have a moment of fight, which allowed Mr. Porche to knock both of them. Just like that, they were disqualified, because whoever was beaten would be out. But there’s no one more wounded than Jake who ended up arousing a battle between him and Mr. Porche’s shadow. His brute strength and inferior speed did not affect whatsoever the shadow. In the end, he’s been left curling on the ground with the shadow’s simultaneous punch. Seeing what had become of them, the twins and Anastasia did not dare try to get anything. Though initially, the twins were
The week had gone by in a bland monotone. No unusual event bothered Z’s days, which, though quite masochistic, she hoped some disruption did occur. Given that she’d stopped being unconscious, she was always to be seen sitting on their chair and cheering her mind to have some motivation with listening to the rant-like discussion of their teachers. Their assessment in Ancientry Shadownian happened to be a prank. Ms. Marietta just wanted to see whether they’d take it seriously or not. Hearing them complain about the studying that had been wasted, she opened her book and started the class at once, satisfied that her subject wasn’t neglected. In Z’s opinion, the grumbles alone wouldn’t suffice as proof for such a claim, because they might be faking it, which she bet they would. Nevertheless, she was glad that the assessment didn’t happen. Yes, she did study, but she doubted her knowledge would be enough to pass her. Shadow Enhancement was no good either. They were
The demise of the most powerful class had been foretold when Blame went missing a year ago. Ever since then nothing seemed to have been right for the Skippers. Briane always complained to the teachers why they allowed Blame for a solo mission, which disrupted their classes, as Michelle would then start to argue that it was Blame’s fault for not telling them about it in the first place. Reigna always tried to stop them arguing while Jane would agree with Michelle. In the end, Hail would use his authority to make them go back to their seats, their mouth zipped. This scenario caused the teacher’s distress, owing for most instructors to be distant with the class, which was why, more often than not, their classes were suspended. Now that they have Blame back, they didn’t think she’d be separated from them once again. Even though she’d only been transferred to the Nobles, the fact that she’d never be with them irked Briane. He blamed and cursed the school’s system for putting Blam
Michelle was fuming as she massaged her throbbing head. She just woke up after she humiliated herself by losing consciousness. All the Skippers were at their Quarter’s Dining area, except to the two transfers who were still at the Infirmary. A part of Michelle kept nagging her, telling her that she stooped to the level of the transfers for not knowing her limit, but another part of her understood why such occurrences were to take place. She’s not weak, at least that much would never change. No matter what Mr. Heirt said, however mighty he thought of himself, he’d never get close to the comprehension of the Skipper’s ability, especially hers. Though yes, he did have a point that darkness wasn’t something a Wielder could control. Her mother had always been kind enough to remind her that every single day. “You were darkness itself, didn’t you know?” her mother would say, brushing her hair as they sat in the corner, facing the full-length mirror. The seven-year-o
Three days had passed after Mr. Heirt beat the best out of the Skippers, and Reigna was assured that she needed to have some will to get stronger. But she’s always been a loser in training. She hated physical activities much as she denied her homework. It’s the one thing that made her a picture of insult from her siblings and even from her mom. Yes, they get along sometimes; however, her mom didn’t approve of her being so unwilling to train. “Physical strength is to be measured by your own willingness to get beyond your status quo. If you’re unwilling, you can drop my subject. Yes, indeed, that’s the best option I can offer you.” The wrinkly and old Mrs. Halcht surveyed the Skipper as they spar, her hands shaking on her stick. She wanted to just stay seated, but her body knew no boundaries. Briane was paired with Hail who, for some reason, was taking the friendly sparring seriously. Both of them already has bruises, but Briane’s forehead was bleeding. Beside them wer
For a whole month, the Skippers have been fighting with their anger to themselves and their teachers. They wanted so much to knock some sense to them, that they’re just learning as well, that to be treated weaklings, as if they’re freshman, should’ve been out of the question.In particular, Briane had loathed the three hours he had to spend with Mr. Heirt. He just had this tendency to be so arrogant that irked Briane so much he desired nothing more but to fight him one-on-one.“Shadows are being that are hard to control. It’s a creature you can’t just get by waiting for it to come to your doorstep,” Mr. Heirt was saying, walking back and forth in front of them, wearing a cloak with golden threads, addressing them as though they’re kindergarten. “To be linked with your shadow, you must train; otherwise, your shadow’s overwhelming power will dominate you, and you’ll say goodbye to this world.”
Briane was staring at the fire crackling at the woods he assembled in the corner. The blended color of orange and yellow were the only ones that illuminate the pitch-black night. There’s no moon and the sky was damped, though now and then, a long streak of lightning would dance at the heaven. But that’s not what’s bothering Briane. It’s the mere fact that he and the Skippers have been out in the field for over five days that irked him so much. They haven’t had a good meal. All they’ve been eating were fruits and vegetables they managed to get at the Forbidden Forest.Looking at his hands, he found the dirt lying on his nails disgusting. He’d never been a clean freak, but he always made sure that he’s well-tended, especially because women wouldn’t look at a man who’s not cleaning himself.“Are you okay, Man?” said Berry, making himself comfortable in his opposite direction.Never in his wilde