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WAR PLANET: The Phantom Chapter 77
Six filled chairs before her, Samanthra had a rope around everyone's neck now, and the look on her face meant loosening it wouldn't come easy."The tip Red Peterson provided was proven correct, the room recently disturbed, and an ancient ritual and its used ingredients present." She stopped, focused on the chair at the end of the line that contained a shivering Talli. Spared from the weakest link by ignorance. "Ms. Fray, were you aware of this room's existence?"She pursed her lips, staring up at the headmaster like a deer in headlights. "No..."Veronica frowned as Samanthra took one step to stand before her, the same question lingering in the dead air. "I don't know what you're talking about.""She's lying," a voice boomed, its roof centered echo signalling Tella's presence.Samanthra took the information silently, taking another step to stand in front of Ronan.He didn't dare to lift his gaze, staring ahead as the world around him gripped his throat. There wasn't a point in lying, T
WAR PLANET: The Phantom Chapter 77.2
Ronan steeled his senses, missing a beat would crack the act wide open. He skimmed the various props in Samanthra's office, shelves filled with books and polished artifacts, a desk stuffed with paperwork and tools to help her process it paintings, windows... curtains. He needed a better view. "Have you ever considered that maybe I'm just insane?" Ronan started, paying the headmaster's unconvinced squint a warm smile. "Isn't it more convincing than me being kumbaya with some random Novan?" Before Samanthra could pull a reply, Red cut right into the conversation. "He's not insane." "Oh yeah?" Ronan replied, rising from his chair and keeping himself from smiling as Red took the bait. " And what gives you the right to decide? The guy that ripped me from my home and made an active effort to keep me miserable every second of every day! What gives you the right to even talk about me?!" Samanthra breathed out a sigh. "Ronan, no one is calling you crazy." Ronan forced out a laugh, drifti
WAR PLANET: The Phantom Chapter 77.3
The entire journey back to the room had been silence, Truvius had nothing to say. He'd seen his friend, normal when he awoke, take the headmaster's letter opener and drive it into his arm to convince the room he was insane.Ronan knew it was convincing.Truvius was terrified.Now Ronan was on his bed, a new letter from his uncle splayed above his face as he read the words under his breath. His uncle had a paravelt, a temporary ticket to earth. But unlike a broken zodraic battery, he was somehow reluctant to share the harmless artifact in the mail. As soon as he finished the piece he scrunched it up, slamming the pile down onto his nightstand with a heavy sigh.He could see Truvius flinch from the movement, his roommate ripping his attention to the nightstand to make sure nothing else happened. Ronan hadn't heard him flip a page of his notes since they sat down. He was pretending to read them, or struggling to as something else haunted his mind."There was a tracker in my arm. That's w
WAR PLANET: The Phantom Chapter 78
"Ronan."Ronan rolled his eyes, not even bothering to give Phantom a glance at this point. He'd silently slipped from his covers as soon as he heard Truvius' quiet snores, and Phantom had hounded him for the entire twenty minutes it took him to stuff every personal effect in his suitcase."Ronan, listen to the voice of reason."Ronan couldn't help but grace Phantom with a single glance, slowly raising his eyebrows."I get it. You're young, you think you can do anything—"Nope.Ronan blotted out the rest of his speech. Any critique that started with his age wasn't a critique worth listening to. He finished, silently sealing up the zipper and cracking open the drawer of his nightstand to grab the knife Zalius had gifted him, stuffing it in the rim of his pants."Oh yes, stuff Cursimian in your pants, I'm sure he'll love the view."Ronan scrunched his nose, tossing a look of disgust between Phantom and the blade, before making peace with the ludicrousy of his life and turning to the wind
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"Ronan... Cursimian is great and all, but you need to know how to actually fight," Phantom muttered, backing up alongside Ronan with every step. "You can just use—""I know," Ronan growled, focusing on Red as he muttered insanctious under his breath.Red immediately seized, the familiar spell ripping a growl from his throat. "What did you—""It's called Insanctious," Ronan chimed. "Watch. Drop the stick."Red dropped the baton, shooting Ronan a death glare and straining to move."Sit."Red dropped to his knees, while Ronan looked on in pure amusement."Ronan, I think that's enough," Phantom cut in. "We should really run back to Cobalt now."Ronan ignored Phantom, wincing in pain as he sheathed Cursimian and picked up the crackling stick instead. "So, what's it like to have a taste of your own medicine?"Red stared at the tip of the baton, inches from nipping his face with a painful bite. "I'm trying to help you.""Help me." Ronan laughed under his breath. "Okay, how about you help me
WAR PLANET: The Phantom Chapter 79
The blasting gale of a storm was a blessing in disguise. A hood to protect your head held less suspicion with the thick chunks of hail toppling from the sky, and guards were quicker to pass through travellers to retreat back to their shelters. Water, mixed with the black of night, washed away familiarity."Puff, I don't want anyone seeing you," Veronica whispered, the entire group stopped at the mouth of the forest looking out upon a sleeping town. It was black, spare the fleeting lights dotting its crown of crossbow ridden walls.Veronica helped Ronan off of Puff, adjusting the cloak she'd pulled over him to cover the bloodied scratches peppering his arms. She waited for Puff to shrink down, rifling through her bag to pull out a a stretch of black cloth."Puff, you're going in this." She twisted it around, making a sling bag within a matter of seconds to hand off to Ronan. "Don't move until we're past the gates."They jogged through the clearing, the biting bullets of hail relentless
WAR PLANET: The Phantom Chapter 79.2
The basement of Luren's shop was almost bigger than the shop itself, dusty and packed with papers and forgotten furniture. Ronan doubted there was anything of value in the bundles of worn parchment and crates of emptied vials and blunted weapons, but they definitely looked like the worthy mansion of an eight legged army.A stinging pain was poking at Ronan's arm, but he found that squeezing his eyes shut numbed the pain of Luren's stitchwork. Ronan was hoping he'd get over the pain after a couple pricks, but it delivered the same bite without relent every time."I'd hate to repeat myself," Luren muttered, eyes trained on stitching up the last of the clotted slit. "But couldn't this have waited until morning?""No, I'm under investigation." Ronan grimaced when he caught Veronica's scowl as she prepped some bedding. "Or, I was..."Luren sighed. "Great, last thing I need is the Council breathing down my neck, what'd you do? Get caught doing your ancient lumience crap?" He raised a finger
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It was just past the crack of dawn, the gold spitlarks singing up Carcinos as the larger star fought to catch it's quicker twin Polearis. Luren had expected Dulan to be at the counter for his food by now, but the dog had a strange love for guests. A trait that had him cut from the Garaean army as a pup.Luren meandered through the shop, his yawn dying in his throat as he pulled back one set of curtains to catch sight of a person waiting just outside the locked door. By the crossed arms and pinched glare, he assumed Cobalt's headmaster had been waiting on him for quite some time.He parted the other window, flicking out a key to unlock the door and welcome Lady Samanthra into his threshold. "My, what a rare guest."Samanthra didn't budge at his smile, eyes darting around the shop as if she half expected to see the runaway students crouching in a corner. "I think we both know why I'm here Luren.""Then I must apologies preemptively for disappointing you. Could you elaborate?""I found R
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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
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
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
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
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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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
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
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
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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
