Alchemist Academy: Book 1 by Ryan Matt

Author:Ryan, Matt [Ryan, Matt]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: 32 Novel Publishing
Published: 2015-12-16T18:30:00+00:00

The spoke contained a couple of Blues on the other side of the fence, looking on with interest—probably their on-duty guards. Priscilla nodded to a Red as we walked by. I didn’t recognize the girl, but she stared at me. I gave a fast wave as we passed her. She lit up with a big smile and matched my wave.

We entered the hub, walking straight through the middle. I slowed a bit to admire the giant statue. Costas had been in there earlier for his retirement. The water, once frozen, now looked as still as bath water.

I sped up my steps to catch Priscilla. “Why does Verity want to see me?”

“You’d better put ‘president’ in that name. She’ll throw you right out of her office if she catches you doing that.”

“Okay, but what does she want?”

Priscilla stopped at the double doors and turned to me. Her eyes narrowed, trying to figure me out. “What do you know about the Academy?”

“I’ve only been here a day, and in that time I’ve learned how to mass-produce growth stones and watched a stone battle between the Reds and the Blues. Oh, and I saw some guy get retired in the globe thingy.”

Priscilla stopped and turned to face the statue. “That’s Clymene, mother of Atlas. Some of us like to believe her to be the mother of alchemy. Some thought of her as a god, but the world doesn’t like what they can’t understand, so the rubes killed her entire city.” Priscilla smiled. “Some think all of us alchemists are her descendants.”

I shook my head, looking at the statue. “So I’m a demigod who’s now kissed a relative.”

She smiled but ignored my comment. “President Verity wants you, and you’ll be respectful and compliant to whatever it is she wants. You may find yourself in the upper classes sooner rather than later.” She shoved the double doors open, stopping the barrage of questions waiting to spill out.

The doors opened to a large hallway with stone arches towering high into the ceiling. Doors flanked each side of the lengthy hall.

“Is this the teachers’ quarters?”

“Yes.”

She marched down the hall toward another set of doors. When we reached them, she placed her hand on the handle and took her time turning it. When she nudged the door open, the hinges squeaked under the belabored pace.

Just open the damned door, woman! Finally, the never-ending process was done and Priscilla motioned for me to go in first.

The flooring transitioned to wood. My boots clicked on the surface and the sound echoed around the wood walls and ceiling. My gaze landed on a long wooden desk with President Verity sitting behind it.

The door creaked behind me and closed. Priscilla had left me, and it was kind of like landing in the principal’s office. When I had built up the courage, I looked at Verity and swallowed. Ms. Duval’s stern expression felt soft and friendly compared to Verity’s. Her thin frame accentuated her narrow face and pointy nose. Her thin black blouse clung to her, while her fashionable jacket was a size too big.

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