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WAR PLANET: The Phantom Chapter 107
Ronan bounced on the corner of a coverless bed. He hadn't visited Ms. Metulas since Talli accidentally knocked him out during one of their last practice. The room looked a little cleaner than usual, a violet flower in a yellow clay pot sitting snug by the window as a new addition to the space. Being in the room so much to notice things like that was one of the many reasons he hated training with Lightwood.He perked as the door opened and Ms. Metulas walked up to him, eyes narrowed as she gave him a once-over. "You break something I can't see?"Ronan shook his head, pulling up his bangs to flaunt the crusted red swell on the side of his head. He smiled as she sucked in a sharp breath. "Skyfell wants a damage assessment before I meet the Council.""A damage assessment," she replied, clipping back the locke of hair in her way to get a better look. She gave the cut a drained hum, tapping the dalem bracelet hugging his wrist. "You're gonna have to take those cuffs off sweetie, they're the
WAR PLANET: The Phantom Chapter 107.2
Ronan wanted to mind his own business as he walked.They had passed the washrooms a long time ago, but a little over six skips in front of him was Buckethead, meandering his way through the halls, and seeming to be headed exactly where Ronan was. His pace was slower than melting ice, but Ronan knew better than to try a pass in the tight corridor. He would have to wait for one of the thoroughfares coming up.He decided to fill the silence in the meantime, Stella his only choice for a conversation as she hovered to his pace. "What's his deal?""Unclear." Her voice dipped to a strange whisper. "But perhaps Cursimian will have something to say."Ronan gave her a weird look. Stella hadn't really joked with him before, or learned to lower her voice to an undetectable whisper.What had changed?Ronan diverted his train of thought when he noticed his number one concern had stopped at the end of the hall, welcoming his approach with a hostile smirk. Ronan didn't take the bait, stopping himself
WAR PLANET: The Phantom Chapter 108
Something boyish.Veronica looked around Adrian's room, trying to stick a gender on its contents. They had the same covers, the same crimson paint on their walls. Her bedframe was nicer, ever since her father embellished it with gold phoenix feathers, but she wouldn't call it girly. His room was also a little bigger, but that hardly proved anything. She knew for a fact her mom's closet could swallow the space whole.She sighed in frustration. Mr. Jackling was teaching Maria something with too many numbers, and Adrian had stolen Horus to swordfight in the courtyard. The perfect time to see Mr. Bunny couldn't have happened at a worse time. She hadn't found a present, and showing up empty handed was almost as bad as not showing up at all.She propped her chin, pretending to look down on her predicament. "What do boys like Cinder?"The phoenix chirped in equal confusion.She skimmed his shelves. There were more wooden soldiers than books, a few small decorative pieces of battle worn armou
WAR PLANET: The Phantom Chapter 108.2
Veronica grinned as the treat seized his attention, but he wasn't staring at the chocolates with the excitement she was expecting. The face he had on was closer to when she'd tried to make her mother cookies for breakfast. Nonetheless, he cautiously grabbed onto the branch, swinging down and dangling off it with wide eyes.She giggled as he hung off the branch like a bedsheet. "Just let go, it's not far."Veronica frowned at his lack of motivation, shoving the candies in her pocket and grabbing the boy's legs to yank him off the branch. Through a cascade of thick leaves and fluttering scales of bark, the boy managed to stick his landing with a squat."See? That wasn't so bad!" She cheered, pulling him to his feet and slapping a few candies in his palm. He stared at the odd form of payment, squinting at the painted parchment, as if it hid a flicker of danger in its sugary form."It's a chocolate." She grabbed one and twisted the paper free, throwing the chocolate in her mouth. "It's yu
WAR PLANET: The Phantom Chapter 108.3
Veronica wandered the corridor, kicking off the beaten flats to slip her dress shoes on. Sneaking back to her room to change out of her twig ridden dress was the most appealing option.She froze as a symphony of deep horns sounded off, crawling through the walls to sing a powerful tune. She knew that song to heart, and could probably pull a brass horn from one of the players and blow the tune herself. That magical sound played when her dad came home.Veronica tried to tame her excitement as she fixed her hair, weeding out a yellow flower that had tangled into her bangs. And all at once latching onto a new plan.She bolted for the front entrance, where she knew her father would be marching in with all the shining soldiers. The guards she passed weren't quick enough to register the dead leaves and twigs coming off of her, making her journey all the more simple.Until the iron pillars of the front hall were in sight, and one spectator was quick enough to intercept her, Mr. Jackling almos
WAR PLANET: The Phantom Chapter 109
Ronan took the walk of shame, an elite on either side of him as he was paraded past the few students that hadn't turned in to their dorms for the night. He only recognised one face in his journey, Alestra, completely unsurprised by the sight as she gave him a small wave. He didn't know which emotion deserved the spotlight. Worry gnawed at how the entire situation could be painted into any picture the Council pleased, panic grabbed for the closest way out, and anger festered at the thing that had caused all of this. He hissed out a sigh as Cursimian twitched under the dalem cuffs that had been slapped on him. None of this would have happened if that ancient weapon had chosen someone else. He felt one of the elites nudge his back, obediently walking into an empty meeting room as the door locked behind him. The moment of solitude was his chance. He ripped up his sleeve and glared at Cursimian. "Don't you ever do that again." Stella perched on his shoulder. "He says you are a coward.
WAR PLANET: The Phantom Chapter 109.2
"Ronan, may I be honest with you?" Ronan glanced at Stella, opting for the distraction from thinking of where he could possibly sleep. He rested his chin on his palms to brace for another comment on his intelligence. "If you're nice about it." "I wish to thank you and Cursimian." She perched on the table, trying to roll her body and mimic a bow of respect. "Your character is one I have not come by in my years with the Council. Many of us golems are destroyed for sport." Ronan frowned, his heart sinking at the words. She may have played his patience on a number of occasions, but Stella deserved some shred of respect by her peers. "I'm sorry to hear that." He rose a little as red caught his corner vision, the inked portrait of a ruby flumigan somehow giving him comfort. A flicker of familiarity. "So you really don't remember who you were before you died?" "I do not, but I have grown used to my circumstances. Why do you ask?" "Phantom is the same way. He doesn't remember who he was
WAR PLANET: The Phantom Chapter 110
Veronica pouted on the windowsill. The cold glass pressed her nose as she stared past the shingling to two scuffed helmets traipsing about the grand courtyard. Adrian and Horus, padded to their toes and frantically swiping at eachother with wooden duds. She wheezed as the golden ribbon on her back was yanked into her ribs, one final knot making sure she definitely wouldn't be breathing at her birthday celebration. Adrian could get dressed in the time it took three maids to brush up Veronica's hair into a tugging mess. "Now, give us a twirl." Veronica sighed, sticking her arms out to twist as quick as she could on one foot and raise the frills to level with her arms. The maids oggling her performance gave a little clap, her mother's applause delayed by the weight of her never ending contemplations. "The green is quite lovely." She grabbed Veronica's arms, seeming to be just as curious as she was in how high she could lift them. "We can do more with the hair, something gold. What do
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After scaling a few levels of the roof, they found a cracked window and slipped into an empty guest room, the door to the hall barely ajar to show its lack of a guest.Veronica could see the sliver of a guard's shadow to the left, her hopes withering as she looked back to the window they had come through. But her gaze fell on the boy instead as he whispered a spell into his cupped hands, a small butterfly glowing with golden light fluttering from his palms and out the door.There was a small commotion as the guard to the left spoke with another one, two pairs of footsteps following the enchantment until they grew silent. The boy lead the mission, tiptoeing through the empty corridor until they rounded a corner to face two guards sitting at the end of the hall.Veronica swallowed her gasp, confused as the boy continued to lead her up to them. She heard a noise when they'd gotten close enough, one of the guards letting out a soft snore as his head drooped against the second guard using
- WAR PLANET: The Phantom
Chapter 119
Veronica sat on her bed, stuffed like a spring hen but still buzzing with birthday energy. She had only played with one of her gifts throughout the night, a dinged up wooden dagger that she'd managed to hold away from her mother until the gazes of the guests forced her to allow the gift to remain in her hands. She had looked for Mr. Bunny afterwards to show him her new prize, but Horus had informed her of his early departure.She knew that they had planned for today to be their last, but the disappointment lingered nonetheless. She still had one last gift she had hoped to give him.Veronica sighed, grabbing for a fairytale on her shelf instead of the books that had piled from Jackling's tutoring. She had gotten a few new stories to read Cinder before bed, but the phoenix had taken a particular liking to the golden lettering of one title."The Adventures of Locke Lanbrellhande..."She stopped at the small tap that met her ears, glancing at the side of her bed where Cinder was still per
- WAR PLANET: The Phantom
Chapter 118
It was all wrong.The corridor was too tight. The guards were too close. Too tall.It was too cold, suffocating.He was meant to be in the room to at least give him some time to think."Are you alright?"The boy snapped to the voice. What was a blink to him, was long enough to land him on the ground, palms to the floor to keep his entire body from shaking. He didn't know how long he had blanked out for, but the king had taken a knee to come closer to him, washed with concern as a few of the surrounding guards hovered over the scene to see where they could offer help."Come lad, can you stand?"His gut twisted at the way he tried to help him up, but with Vera bracing his other side he couldn't very well squirm away from the king. He doubted that he'd even have the energy if he decided to. But he knew now with the scene he'd caused that he would have to respond with more than a nod.Cilvren would have had his translational enchantments up to date, but there was a standing risk of a few
- WAR PLANET: The Phantom
Chapter 117.2
It had been a little over an hour since the nosy boy named Horus had been dragged off. But the silence finally let him work without prying eyes. The size of the pants had allowed him to stitch pockets inside, just big enough for a dagger to hide beneath the folds on either side. Horus had likely thought he was being smart when he hid his old clothes and daggers from him, but the presence of magic in the air always escaped Lumer senses.He pulled them out of a pile of blankets, finding the rest of his trinkets and the invitation to shove in his pockets. With some hesitation, he bounced the black spool of string in his palm, staring at the shiny silver needle and pocketing the whole thing. He had to be preapred to use anything.Hopefully Veronica wouldn't miss the small thing, nor the black cloak he found in her wardrobe.Blue crystals twinkled at his fingertips as he traced his hand down the cloak. He just needed to be invisible from a distance for a few minutes. Most of the guards had
- WAR PLANET: The Phantom
Chapter 117
It was the end of the painfullest slumber party in history.Veronica had exorcised her birthday immunity to raid a closet of nearly all its bedsheets, and prop them up as a haphazard blanket fort in her room. It was the perfect mess for the boy to hide in when someone walked in without knocking, but also a tight fit when it came time for sleeping.Veronica had been ushered away at the crack of dawn for the maids to prepare her outfit, which left the boy in Horus' care. He had to get the two of them ready, and hope to the gods that the boy picked up at least half of the common Latos mannerisms he had taught him. But all of that was to the side as Horus stared at the boy tucked into a corner of the blanket fort.Horus didn't know what was weirder. The way he held a few flowered bauble pins out the side of his mouth as he sewed, or the fact that he looked like a seasoned seamstress as he cinched the waist on a pair of pants Veronica had swiped from Adrian. The cut was tall enough for him
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Chapter 116.3
The door opened, the boy squatting lower into the tub as Veronica peeked in. She flaunted the tiny beginner's book like a sack full of slivs, tiptoeing up to the tub with a devilish smile."I found it.""You don't have to whisper, we put up a sound block enchantment.""You guys have to teach me!" Veronica piped. She quickly landed on the bar of soap in Horus' hands, putting two and two together at the suds popping in the boy's hair. "Horus, that's soap.""Yeah...""That won't do, it makes your hair all icky." She grabbed a tray full of mysterious pots, smearing at least five of the creams together before her mysterious concoction was complete.No amount of dodging could save the boy from being her test dummy, but the smug way he simply let Veronica rub the bubbly concoction into his hair irked Horus to no end. She grabbed some more of the secret spread, only stopping when not a single black hair could be send through the froth of rose bubbles on his head."You're never going to smell
- WAR PLANET: The Phantom
Chapter 116.2
Veronica surged with confidence, a top and trousers that she had stolen from her brother's room, as well as one red envelope embellished with gold trimmings hiding between two books she had snatched from house Acadrius' library. She had the best idea to get Mr. Bunny safely out of the castle, and perhaps have him earn her parent's favour for a second visit.Her birthday celebration was in two nights. She had been lucky enough to find the spare invites before Ambelsine the records-keeper discarded them all. With the right clothes, he could easily blend with a room full of rich traders and nobility—and walk right out the front door.The guards paid her an odd look as she waved to them, the two at her door hesitating before allowing her into her room. She tried not to show a reaction. She had told Mr. Bunny not to make a sound, the guards would run in with a loud enough crash. But the room before her was empty, the small pile of books and food she had placed for him tidied up.She checke
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Chapter 116
Horus gazed up the hill of crimson steps to Veronica's room. He had counted to five hundred, and found Mr. Jackling well before he found Veronica. Apparently, while counting in a passage behind a closet, Horus had somehow climbed out a window. At least, that was Jackling's truth as he spent the better part of ten minutes going over the dangers of climbing onto roofs with himIt wasn't the first time Veronica had fed him an outlandish tale. But Horus ate up the blame every time. Veronica blabbered when she panicked, which meant she was hiding something. And that something was always better dealt with without the adults getting involved.Adrian would have more than a sharp word for him when he got back to that problem he'd up and abandoned. Things were simpler when the children of Acadrius weren't revulsed at the sight of one another.Horus made quick work of the stairs, fixing a lopsided shoelace and dusting his collar before gently knocking to call his presence. A muffled shuffle was
- WAR PLANET: The Phantom
Chapter 115.3
Veronica barreled through the halls, a shiny steel bowl tucked over her head as she carved a clear path to her destination.Adrian's room was so far from her own, privileged to the same hall as her mother and father's bedchambers, and nearly as grandois. When Horus and Adrian weren't scrapping in the courtyards, they were almost always doing something in there.Veronica confirmed her theory as she pressed her ear to the door, letting herself in at the sound of Horus' voice.Adrian was quick to call out her trespassing, stepping out of the hold he had Horus in to cross his arms and slap a sour glare on his face."Don't touch my door.""It's not yours," Veronica snipped back, clutching the bowl tighter as her brother took a challenging step. She quickly stole Horus' attention. "I need your help."Adrian scoffed at her caked shoes. "What's with all the mud? Mom's going to have a fit.""None of your business, I need Horus to help me.""We're practicing. Go get Maria or Jackling to help yo
