Alchemist Academy: Book 2 by Matt Ryan

Author:Matt Ryan [Ryan, Matt]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: 32 Novel Publishing
Published: 2016-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

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My mom’s place looked as plain and simple as the rest of the houses. We sat at her dining room table and I looked around for anything telling me this was my mom’s house—a picture of me or my dad, or any personal effects. My search came up short. The house felt blank, cold, and devoid of any personality. I shivered and set my hands on the wooden table.

Mark and Jackie were sitting on either side of me. I looked at Mark and he gave me strength. I hated to admit it, but I felt more comfortable under his gaze than my own mother’s.

“Where is everyone?” Jackie asked.

Mom looked out the window. “The day we attacked that Dark Academy, as you call it, they launched a stone we didn’t think anyone was capable of making. That stone vaporized quite a few of us.” She touched her necklace. I hadn’t noticed it before, or maybe she’d just pulled it out from underneath her shirt. It looked like an infinity symbol wrapping around another one. “Do you know who was capable of making such a stone?” Her gaze passed over me and back to Jackie. “An opaque stone with some dusty brown colors in it?”

I wanted to throw up. I remembered the stone Verity had had me and Bridget make. One of our stones had killed people, and had nearly killed my mom, from the sound of it.

“There’s a girl in there who made it. Bridget,” I said, and left off the part where I had made one as well.

“Bridget….” Mom leaned back in her chair and tapped her chin. “If she’s still in there, we’ll have to be very careful. A person who can make a stone of that level can make all sorts of terrible stones. Do you know her room? We might be able to stop her.”

“She helped us escape. We wouldn’t be here without her,” I said.

“Someone like her is a danger to the world, especially in the wrong hands.”

“She’s our friend,” I repeated with more vigor.

My mom smiled and looked out the window again.

“You expecting someone?” Jackie asked.

“Not exactly.” Mom stared at me. “If we’re going to have a chance of getting back into the Academy, we need to make some stones.” She leaned forward with a cocked brow. “Would you mind if I did a little test on each of you? It gives us an idea of your skill level.”

I wanted to show my mom my skill level. I was a special. “Yeah,” I said.

“I don’t need a test telling me I’m a beast with stones, but whatever,” Jackie said.

Mark crossed his arms, frowned, and leaned back in his chair.

Mom stood from the table and walked to a kitchen cabinet. She pulled out a small cloth bag from inside the otherwise empty space. The bag made a clunking sound as she set it on the table. She pulled the drawstrings loose.

I sat tall, trying to get a look inside the bag.

“These stones will let me know, with great accuracy, your potential.

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