The Prodigal Son

Alexei looked up at the gates of the Academy and he couldn’t help but feel as if the entirety of the Academy was staring down back at him.

That was a ridiculous notion, of course.

The Academy itself was a building, and buildings had no eyes to stare at him with.

Even if they did, he was wearing his shadowy assassins' robes and looked like just about anyone who came on a pilgrimage to say thanks to those who were at the Academy for sacrificing their lives to training and fighting against the Shades.

“If only they knew,” Alexei muttered to himself.

Nothing was as it seemed in the Academy, and that was going to end tonight, he was sure of it.

He gathered a quivering ball of enhanced air in the palm of his hand, channelling the twin powers of his Power Divine and his weapocraft-based magery and then let it fly free.

The wind hit the gate hard and ripped it off its hinges before flinging it across the courtyard.

The last time he’d gone through those gates it’d been with his head hu
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