The Broken Academy 2 : Power of Magic by Jade Alters

Author:Jade Alters [Alters, Jade]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-09-25T16:00:00+00:00

Emery,

Memory Trap,

He comes in as if on cue, as if alerted by some primeval alarm of competition for mating rites. Like his masculinity has somehow been threatened. If it was anyone else but Hoster, I’d have believed it. But that goofy smile of his obeys no conventions. One second I’m blissfully unaware of anything in the pitch black world of sleep. The next, the dreamscape of Clearlake Academy bursts into life around me. Hoster enters on a crackling bolt of lightning. This time, the light beam deposits him on the patio beside the pond, instead of inside it, like I designed it to. He stands with his hands on his hips, proud nose pointed at the sky of my memories. His hair is much shorter now, and almost completely brown. He much more closely resembles his physical form.

“Now, how’d you do that?” I ask him. I cloak how impressed I am behind a curtain of disappointment.

“Maybe…I’ve been practicing a lot more than I let on,” Hoster admits.

“You altered the nature of my memory trap from outside, didn’t you?” I challenge him. Hoster boots a pebble across the cobbled pavement around the pond like a bashful child. “Splendid. You made yourself some kind of backdoor and now I’m sure any old Astral could just waltz in-”

“Hold your tongue!” Hoster declares, “Any old Astral. You dare say such things in the presence of the great infiltrator? The man who single-handedly compromised the memory trap of the great Emery Dalshak?” I start out ready to lash back at him, but the sheer pride in his puffed-out chest is just too much. I break out into a laugh wilder than any I ever have. My head bucks up and down from my knees. I rock over both sides of my stony bench. It isn’t even that particularly funny to me - it’s more how ridiculous the Great Emery Dalshak sounds in light of all my recent accomplishments. “Hey…you alright?” Hoster asks after four seconds of wheezing.

“It’s just…” I start to wind down. Heavy breaths help me sit up almost straight again. They help me find Hoster’s innocent face. I can share with him all I want and he still might not understand. The things expected of me…and the things I’ve delivered. “Lately, I don’t feel so great.”

“Emery,” Hoster’s voice softens. He swoops around me to the bench. His leg brushes against the side of mine. His Astral fingers slide over the leg of my own mental form. It’s all energy and illusions, but his fingers feel awfully real sliding across my thigh. “I’ve been in this place…I don’t even know how many times anymore. I’ve spent maybe half that time trying to figure it out. It took me that long to move a lightning strike a few feet to the right. You built all of this! Whether or not you feel like it…you are great.”

I look up from the ground, where my eyes have been digging a hole between my feet. I find Hoster’s eyes full of something almost like pity.

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