Veronica patiently stood at the bottom of a hill, waiting for Ronan to find his footing in the mesh of bushes, weeds, and tree trunks. With his sessions suspended, this was the last day he would be in Latos with Elisious. The last day for Veronica to show him a surprise.A sharp snap met her ears, Ronan sliding a few feet through a bush with an audible cry.Veronica sighed. She helped him down past the last rotting trunk, checking the woods one last time for any straying patrols that could spot them. The forest was royal property, but the last thing she wanted was word of her adventures reaching her father's ears. Especially when she was supposed to be getting ready for a farewell party with Ronan.Ronan checked his shoulder to see where Veronica was looking off to, a tepid smile greeting her with lackluster enjoyment. "Are we gonna be able to find our way back?""Done it a hundred times."He nodded to himself, sharing Puff's awkward confusion as they tried to make something of the wa

Ronan heaved Puff into the air, his wings madly flapping for some lift to his pudgy body. After a few painful seconds, he managed a glide two heads higher than Ronan, his entire body flipping back to do a flip.Like the last five times his form broke as he was perfectly upside down, landing him on the plump white pillows covering half of Veronica's bed.Ronan smiled as he heard a muffled snort. "Wow, almost had it.""I'm serious, don't break anything."He glanced at the wooden door Veronica's voice had come from, A walk-in wardrobe on the other side that he'd assumed she'd simply gotten lost in for the last ten minutes."Pretty sure the party already started.""Yeah, just give me a minute."Ronan scooped Puff into his arms again, tossing him with and extra hard heave so he went into an immediate glide. Instead of watching another failed attempt, he turned to perusing Veronica's room. Tidy and nearly trinketless, with a delicate rouge theme that screamed the opposite of his friend.He

Ronan looked upon the familiar open clearing of the village, with the walled off houses and it's glistening crossbows catching the cold blue of the clear sky. The sight was a stark contrast from the last time he'd seen it. Roaring thunder and black skies were everywhere, as the only thing running through his head was a need to escape.Now he wanted to stay in its cold embrace, to hide from the scolding glances of his peers; all because in their perspective he made the wrong friend.Ronan gave himself four steps of solitude while he listened to Veronica and Truvius chatter with Stella. Veronica would sooner die than utter 'I love the Council' in any form, which only made her chummy attitude towards Stella as they shopped the town dry for clothes a greater mystery.She was in the middle of retelling Ronan's ghostly encounter in the secret room. The roll she was on looked like it would only stop when she spilled all her information on Phantom, or collapsed from the exhaustion of finding

Mr. Lightwood stuck his arm out and muttered rastasnatch. A fireball slightly smaller than Ronan's usual quickly formed, whipping towards the wall with deadly ferocity and a thundering crack as splays of roaring flames licked at its surface.Ronan gaped at the cracked and smoking wall as Mr. Lightwood fixed his sleeves."That's the permitted intensity in tournaments. Your combat suit can take twice the impact.""That's insane," Ronan replied, looking back at Mr. Greine who hadn't a care for the sight. He'd only tagged along for a required follow-up on Ronan's lumience capabilities, and the roaring fireball couldn't pull the boredom out of his face."I thought it was a little harder than that." He looked back at the wall after Mr. Lightwood shook his head, writing something in the snakeskin journal he'd overstuffed with crinkled notes and Council papers. "Alright who did it?" Tella cut in, her voice turning to an unamused growl. "Lightwood, if you break another wall I'm calling Samant

What's the key ingredient for most sleeper enchantments? Black tranthis oil, why? Couldn't find the answer anywhere. Thanks. Ronan typed in the next question and set his phone down next to him, confident the name he'd given Phantom on it eluded any suspicion from Stella. Without rhyme or reason to it, 'Phedinkus' fit the glove perfectly, and Ronan wasn't exactly lying when he told Stella it was his tutor. After the meeting with Mr. Skyfell and the unproductive interview with Mr. Greine, he had a window of less than an hour to complete an assignment he'd forgotten the weight of. All he knew was that even with his forced schedule drawn out by Ariabella, he'd still pushed it off to the last minute. And he'd spent more of that last minute staring at the door Truvius was behind in his own interview with Mr. Greine than trying to answer the questions on his sheet. He clicked back into reality, tearing his gaze back down to the paper. There was seven of the ten pages left to fill in, b