She could still smell the fires that had raged throughout her eighth and ninth years—the smoke of burning books chock-full of ancient, irreplaceable knowledge, the screams of gifted seers and healers as they’d been consumed by the flames, the storefronts and sacred places shattered and desecrated and erased from history. Many of the magic-users who hadn’t been burned wound up prisoners in Endovier—and most didn’t survive long there. It had been a while since she’d contemplated the gifts she’d lost, though the memory of her abilities haunted her dreams. Despite the carnage, perhaps it was good that magic had vanished. It was far too dangerous for any sane person to wield; her gifts might have destroyed her by this point.The smoking fire burned her eyes as she took another bite. She’d never forget the stories about Oakwald Forest, legends of dark, terrible glens and deep, still pools, and caves full of light and heavenly singing. But they were now only stories and nothing more. To spea

Matilda POVI was trying to hold back her tears from falling. I had promised her self not to display any indication of weakness from his words, but it was impossible. They had stuck really deep through her heart, like a sword "I appreciate your worry, Vector ," I responded, her tone remaining strong even though I was in turmoil. "I would like it if you could respect her choice. Leonard and I have come to an understanding, and we will take care of our personal matters."Vector 's expression became more gentle as he grasped the situation, and he hesitantly nodded in agreement. "Okay, Matilda . If that is your wish. Just be aware that Shewill be here for you if you need someone to talk to or if things become overwhelming."I gave him a slight smile to him, appreciative of his backing. "Thanks, Vector . I appreciate our friendship and I have confidence in you."Leonard stayed quiet, his eyes locked on me. I observed a range of feelings dancing in his eyes - ridicule, deli

They take a look at all the rooms starting from the ground floor,up to the faith floor and the penthouse,at the top of the fifth floor, which gives a beautiful three hundred and sixty degrees view of the city of Mexico.The penthouse would be Leonard 's private area and everyone would be kept out of bounds."I like the third floor hall" "yes,it would be fantastic for indoor board meetings"Leonard had barely finished his sentence when the Leonard 's new found unofficial assistant and business partner chips in quickly."He tries every minute of the opportunity to prove his relevance."yes but such meetings could also be held outside right?""yes,sure,anywhere you like".The four men decends the house once again and in a moment,they are outside the sky house again."The has been duely sealed,misters" The estate agent extends a handshake of satisfaction to both Leonard and Matilda 's father.Starting with buyer and then shifting on to his accomplice."Can we see the papers now?" At this reques

“I’ll need you both to deliver coffee and a box of doughnuts to the staff at umbrella company.” Our manager of the café where she was working ordered ella and herella was my friend at work and she was experienced that she was because she’d working been here before me. “Okay sir.” We made to leave when the manager called back ella , She waited for her at the entrance of the door. “I’ll need you personally get this cup of coffee to the CEO himself. Understood?” She heard him tell ella .“No problem sir.” She replied and we both went to get on with our delivery.It was my first time taking a delivery to the umbrella company. The biggest company in the country. We had gotten there and began our delivery. ella had her hands filled with delivery, I tried to help out.“Matilda .” She called.“Hm.” She looked up from the cups of coffee She was about to go deliver to some of the staff in the company. The building was a massive one and She needed the tip.She had to find a way to p

When Leonard answered the phone, his heart raced because he assumed it was simply another standard check-in from the school. However, the severe tone of the principal's voice on the other end chilled him to the bone. "Leonard , you must come to the school right now. Gigi , your son, carried a gun to school." As Leonard stopped on the side of the road and stared at the wet pavement from the rain, his thoughts went blank. It was as if someone had hit him in the stomach. "What? How did this come about?" He stammered, anxiety vibrating in his voice. "We need you to come in and figure this out even though we're not sure yet. The principal stated firmly, "The cops are on their way."As Leonard sped back towards the school on the motorcycle, his mind was racing. Worst-case possibilities raced through his head, and fear weighed heavily in his heart. How could his son, his innocent, loving boy, have done such a thing? He noticed the police cars and ambulances with their lights blazing