Magic Unseen by J.S. Diaz

Author:J.S. Diaz [Diaz, J.S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-08-21T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

Hesitantly, I slipped into the training room. On a Saturday morning, I was the only person in the massive gymnasium. In the absence of my fellow students, I was absolutely microscopic. I stood in the gym staring out into the garden for fifteen minutes before Professor Marian sauntered into the room, door slamming behind him and echoing loudly.

“There’s the little hero,” he said in the mocking tone he said most things. “Headmaster Lumen regrets that she can’t congratulate your bravery personally.”

Ignoring him, my eyes focused on what he was carrying under his arm.

“Is that all you wanted to say?” I asked, knowing it obviously wasn’t. A normal person would’ve started with an apology for letting things get out of hand, but I didn’t expect that from him.

He laughed before running his hands through his shaggy hair, even though absolutely nothing was funny. “Down to business then?” he asked rhetorically. “You got it.”

When he reached me, Professor Marian presented me with the cloth-wrapped object. I stared at it before asking, “What is it?”

He grinned. “It’s customary to take gifts and open them, you know?”

I reminded myself that despite being a douche canoe, he was still my teacher, and I took the gift without rolling my eyes. Pulling open the white cloth, I discovered a curved sword with an ornate gold handle. In place of a gleaming metal, the blade was white.

“That’s bone,” he explained before I had a chance to voice my suspicion. “Infused with a little something extra, of course,” he added as I tested the way it felt in my hand.

I dropped the cloth and slashed at the air. “Why bone?”

As soon as he smirked, I regretted the question. “It reminds us that everything takes sacrifice. Something died for you to have this. The idea is that you’ll think before drawing your weapon and disgrace that sacrifice.”

I watched him with a raised eyebrow as he walked toward the rack of training sticks. Why would a man who pit students against each other give a shit about wasting an animal bone?

Holding it different ways as if I knew what I was doing, I found a comfortable grip.

“It’s well balanced, I assure you,” Professor Marian said when he returned, long staff in hand. This was not going to end well. “You should find it feels much better than the training weapons.”

When he swung the stick in the air, I barely had enough time to duck before he swung again.

“Why do we even need weapons?” I asked as I whirled around and avoided the tip of the staff from connecting with my ankle. Sweeping my legs was Holland’s favorite attack, and I’d gotten much better at spotting it.

Professor Marian moved like a dancer as he spun and twirled without showing the least bit of effort. “Another vestige of when we were a different people who had enemies. Before we took to being collective hermits.”

In the instant I became distracted by what he’d said, the staff slammed into my belly, knocking the wind out of me.

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