Amber's POV

I had nearly succeeded in forgetting what I had seen that day. When I tried not thinking about it, it took over my life, and it was all I could think of. But the more I actually tried to think about it, the more I realized it was probably just a really realistic nightmare or something that my brain had twisted around and turned into an actual 'event'. It was still hard to totally shake off that oppressive dread, but it was getting much better. I did feel bad for ignoring Caleb, but he was starting to strike me as the kind of person to take relationships really seriously. I was going to have to break up with him sooner than later, but I was definitely not looking forward to that. To take my mind off of everything, after Combat class I decided to go through a few of the more difficult katas. It was a sunny day, which was rare in these annoyingly foggy mountains, so I headed outdoors. On my way out, I passed Set and Zenery, who were wrapped up in their own little world. It was cute the way Set was set so off balance by Zenery. 

The weather was indeed amazing, and I was definitely refreshed after doing both Goju Shiho-Sho and Kanku-Sho. Just as I had poured half the contents of my water bottle over my head and toweled off my face, I heard a familiar 'pop'. Somewhat dreading what I would find, I turned around. 

"Up here~" I slowly looked up into the branches of a big pine. Milaek was curled up in the tree, smiling. By this point, I was highly suspicious of any show of friendliness from either her or Azami.

"Would you like to get stronger?" she asked, examining her nails..

"W-what?"

"Nyaa~ You're not supposed to know yet, but something big will happen soon. It's better if you're stronger before then~"

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Azami sent me because I was bored and had nothing else to do~" 

"Fibber."

She looked startled when Azami herself appeared at the base of the tree and tilted her head upwards, looking daggers at Milaek.

"I know you disapprove, but we weren't going to interfere with this side of things, right?" 

Milaek stretched, catlike. "It's more fun this way~"

"Must we?" 

Milaek smirked at her silently, sharpening her nails on the tree. 

"Fine," Azami rolled her eyes and flicked a golden charm at me. "Experiment with that." She disappeared in what might, in a lesser being, have been considered a huff. Milaek remained, her lips still curled in that enigmatic smile.

"This is just for you and Larimar, by the way~ So I wouldn't talk too much about this to the rest." She grinned, revealing her razor sharp canines, before she too vanished. Shaken, I stared at the spot where she had been a moment earlier before slowly picking up the little gold charm. On close examination, It was a flat, almost paper-thin image of a clock with no hands, a rearing lion stamped in the center and weird symbols circling the outer edge. It was, surprisingly, impossible to bend. Azami said to experiment with it… did that mean using my powers? I had to try something… but what? What in the world was this thing for?

Xerin's POV

I was secretly glad that the Caleb/Amber/Larimar drama had happened. Not because of the drama itself, of course, but because it took my mind off of a certain redheaded moron, a reprieve I definitely needed. I pitied Caleb, mostly, because he was the only one who hadn't realized that Amber wasn't exactly serious (well, in general, but also about their relationship). I was happy for Larimar, however, since it had been clear for some time that she had a crush on Caleb. She would have a chance now, of course, as she was quite obviously much better suited to Caleb than Amber was. Even Caleb had to realize that. Amber, though… I frowned. She had been behaving quite strangely for the past couple of weeks, and it had been quite alarming. Within the past few days, however, she had returned, more or less, to normal, though she was still a bit twitchy. Thinking about it, I considered it likely that there had not been a repeat of whatever had triggered her strange behavior, so she was trying to forget about it. Realizing that I was still standing in the middle of the hallway, I shook off my speculations firmly and went off in search of the botanical garden, as I really wanted some lemon verbena for tea. However, the Academy proved as maze-like as ever. I had even heard rumors that fourth-years occasionally got lost, simply because the Academy was so monstrously huge and none of the locations of anything made any sense (there was a rumor that the hallways arbitrarily changed locations, but that was of questionable veracity). Some corners were definitely darker and spookier than others, and there were some sections of the school that were to be avoided at all costs. Thus, the route I took to the botanical garden was convoluted and, naturally, missed the garden completely, leaving me somewhat lost. Okay, so I was completely lost. Despite myself, I recalled a story Nico had told about a student who had gotten lost and wasn't seen again until forty years later, when a pair of adventurous first-years discovered nothing more than a pile of bones. At the time, the tale had seemed deliciously spooky. It certainly wasn't any longer- more like completely terrifying. Fighting the unseemly urge to cry, I picked a random direction to walk in, figuring that I couldn't get any more lost than I already was. The corridors were shadowy and dimly lit, without a window in sight, and my steps echoed loudly. I cringed at the noise, jarring in the silent halls, and slowed my pace, walking as softly as possible. The corridors were long and empty of anything but flickering torchlight and the occasional grimy, ancient iron door, and the farther I walked, the thicker the layer of dust on the floor became. By the time the dust had reached nearly an inch thick, I was about to turn around and retrace my steps, when I heard the sound of muffled voices. Really, I should have left then and there, but I wanted to know exactly how to return to the main area, and I wondered if the speakers were familiar with the school.
They were.
In fact, there was no one more familiar with the school.
For the speakers were indeed Milaek and Azami, who had built the school three centuries ago (reportedly with the assistance of giants). Though I didn't quite understand their discussion, the hairs on the back of my neck started to rise.
"We should get rid of him! That stuff is dangerous." The mellifluous voice was Milaek's.
"He is an experiment, after all, so it's only natural. And we pledged our cooperation."
"… Really."
"Well, technically, I suppose. It isn't like they can enforce anything."
"Obviously. Anyways, we have to do something about him."
"I vote we wait a bit longer. It is, after all, immensely entertaining. You know we haven't enjoyed ourselves like this since that time."
"Ugh. I still can't stand the kid, but I suppose."
"You are right, though, that is one dangerous item. Its capabilities are simply breathtaking, but the cost is too high."
"We'll do something."
With a tiny pop, I heard them dematerialize. With wide eyes, I slid down the wall, hardly daring to breathe. At that point, it didn't even occur to me to be shocked at having escaped notice. I was occupied with mentally cataloguing every male student I knew, wondering which of them had been the subject of that conversation.
And wondering which student could be hiding a secret like that, and who could possibly be backing them.

Set's POV

I wiped the sweat off of my forehead, adding more dirt to the smudges on my face. Combat class had been brutal today. I had been pitted against Larimar and holy fuck that girl had some repressed issues. Every time we had combat class she would go crazy on whoever she was pitted against. I think Tyron still has bruises from last week's class. After a 30 minute battle with her I had been knocked down into the "chasm" we had been fighting next to. Of course it wasn't real but still. As I had left, Zenery had caught up with me walking briskly next to me. She had fought Caleb, and they had tied with a mutual "KO", meaning he had been tricked into the lava bed they had been fighting next to, but had managed to snag her ankle with a vine and pull her in at the same time. As we walked Zenery had begun talking to me. Or at me. I'm not quite sure which. She had mentioned that Larimar's fierceness was most likely directed at Gareth, and was the product of her pent up rage. However she also stated that her blind rage would probably hinder her in more skillful combat. I had nodded absentmindedly until we reached the split in the hallway where she had to turn off. But instead she stopped, making me stop.
"What?" I asked.
I'm still not quite sure when I had started talking to her of my own accord, but at some point it had happened.
She looked up at me.
"You're bleeding." she said plainly,  pointing at my face.
I touched at my jawline, and felt a stinging cut on the side of my face. Larimar must have made it when she had sent a blast of wind at me which had caught a pile of small, sharp, rocks in its path, subsequently hurling them at me like tiny little missiles.
"Oh." I said flatly.
She reached up and lightly touched the cut.
I stood still as stone as I felt her powers gently reach into the cut.
"You should take a shower when you get back to your dorm so you can get the rest of the dirt off and properly clean out the wound. You don't want it getting infected." she murmured as she held out her hand, letting little bloodied bits of debris float gently onto her palm, which was faintly glowing purple.
This continued for a few moments, and I was faintly surprised by how many little shards of rock had been lodged in my skin.
"There." she said finally, letting the rock bits slide out of her hand.
"Uh. Thanks." I said, clearing my throat.
She smiled lightly, and wiped a smudge off of my cheek with her thumb and was it just me or was it getting really warm in here?
"No problem." she said, walking off towards her dorm.
I cleared my throat again and turned towards the other hall, walking back to my dorm room slowly, dazed and overheating.

Nico's POV

I laughed, and Lisse looked at me as if I had suddenly sprouted Eggplants from my nose.
"Oh come on Lisse, can't you take a joke?" I giggled out.
She stared flatly at me.
"No."
I fake pouted and let out a puff of air.
"Oh Lisse! You wound me so! I have a fragile heart you know."
She squinted her eyes to slits.
"Great. Can it go into cardiac arrest now?"
I winked at her.
"Nah, being around you keeps it going. Its really your own fault you know."
The naginata pressed slightly harder into the flesh of my neck, and I could feel it draw a drop of blood.
I made a "tsking" sound and lightly pushed the weapon away from my neck.
"You're lucky you're cute, or else I would have to punish you for that."
"Im not cute. And if you say so again I will disembowel you, and no one will find the body."
I rolled my eyes.
"I'm sure."I said walking off.
As I had planned, Lisse followed me glumly stowing her weapon.
Not looking back I smirked.
"So you're following me now? Can't get enough can you you little Sado-masochist."
I could here her sputtering behind me.
"You're showing me where the classroom is! Of course I'm following you!!!"
I shrugged.
"Whatever you say Lisse~"
I then took of running as she chased me with her naginata.

Lisse's POV

I think Nico was dropped on the head as a child.

Often.

It's the only reasonable explanation for his complete refusal to demonstrate anything even related to discretion. That's what I like to tell myself, at least. That, and 'Don't kill him… The Headmasters will be displeased… Don't kill him… Don't even incapacitate him…' It's hard, though, when I have to see him in every class and he often follows me around between classes as well, just to be annoying. 

"Hey, Lissie," Nico called from the end of the hallway. Speak of the devil… My eye twitched involuntarily. 'Do not turn around. Ignore him and then maybe he'll understand that I don't respond to moronic pet names.'

"Lissie~" He repeated, closer this time. I walked faster. 'He is an idiot. He is not worth killing. Calm… Calm…'

"Lissie!" He slung an arm over my shoulder. "Didn't you hear me?" My eye twitched again. I was going to have a nervous breakdown at this rate. Using two fingers, I gingerly removed his arm. Then I glared at him. Grown men have wet themselves when confronted with my glare.

"Aww, you're so cute!" Nico patted me on the head. " You look just like a doll. A psychopathic one," he added as an afterthought. I could do nothing but watch in disbelief as he proceeded to saunter down the hallway ahead of me.

If there is a God, I will fucking mutilate him.

Just as I was considering all the ways I could remove various annoyances from my life, the bell rang, startling me. It wasn't often that the bell rang, as Milaek and Azami enjoyed taunting latecomers and usually did everything in their power to ensure that at least one person was late to every class. I consulted my mental schedule, noting that Ancient Military Tactics was next. It was an enjoyable class and excellent mental stimulation. The one time I had been lucky enough to play against Zenery, we had a preeminent game, though I ended up losing fairly quickly. However, another time I was forced to play against Caleb, who promptly excused himself from the classroom on one pretext or another. I just hoped that I was paired with a reasonably clever tactician this time.

Of course, I was confronted with Nico's self-satisfied smirk the instant I stepped through the door.

This was going to be a very, very long class.

~~~

My premonition was right. It was the single lengthiest class I have ever had to suffer through. Nico refused to do anything constructive and alternated between being annoying and being extremely annoying. Professor Vantas was occupied with torturing the unlucky Larimar and Xerin, who had the great misfortune of being evenly matched, and thus he had no opportunity to scold Nico for not actually participating. 

Evidently bored of pestering me from across the table, Nico slid onto the bench next to me.

"Go back."

"Not going to happen~"

If only the Headmasters weren't so draconian about injuring other students outside of Combat, I would have gladly flayed and eviscerated him right then and there. Luckily for both Nico and the last traces of my sanity, just then Professor Vantas got bored messing with Larimar and Xerin and announced, 

"Class dismissed, fuckers". I grimaced at Nico, fully aware that he would just follow me out of the classroom. 

"Don't even think about it." He grinned and shook his head pityingly. 

"Why would I give up a source of endless entertainment?" 

"… Someday, I will slaughter you."

"How lovely~" He wasn't intimidated, but did end up skipping (?!) down the hall ahead of me. I was really beginning to wonder about Nico. 

Thankful to finally be left in peace, I wandered in the direction opposite to the one he had just left in. I had the vague idea that there was a library located somewhere along one of these corridors, and a quiet and peaceful hour reading the Marquis de Sade sounded wonderful. Unfortunately, I hadn't taken any time to learn the layout of the school and eventually had to face the fact that I was lost. It wouldn't have been all that big of a deal, given that it was a respite from a certain ever-present source of extreme annoyance, except that Combat was next, and the unwritten rule was that anyone late to Combat would be suspended from the highest tower on a fraying rope. My familiar, who only ever appeared to taunt me, floated by. 

'Don't you wish Nico was here… annoying as he is, at least he knows the school inside and out.'

"No. I don't. And if you don't go away this minute, I will find a way to eradicate you."

'Tch.'

As if the mere mention of his name had summoned him, Nico's revoltingly cheerful face appeared around the corner. I decided, irritating as it might be, to take advantage of the situation.

"Tell me how to get back to the classroom."

"Hmm…" He tapped his chin, considering."What will you give me in return?"

"… What?"

"Lissie, darling, nothing is free in this world." He was patronizing me. 'Do not kill him… '

"Fine. What do you want?"

"Hmm… how about a date~?"

*twitch*

I placed the edge of my naginata gently against his throat.

"Would you mind repeating that?"

Larimar's POV

My life has seriously decided to take a turn for the worst. First off Amber and Caleb couldn’t go five freaking minutes without being glued to each other. Ugh. I mean seriously. It’s like a constant slobber fest. I mean fine they have every right to be all coupley but jeeze cant they just do it somewhere where the rest of us don’t constantly have to know about it? God. I had higher expectations for them, but now its all just Amber this, Amber that, bla bla bla Amber bla bla freaking BLA. So yeah this week was already fucking horrible, but it just HAD to get worse. Around Thursday Amber started acting super weird. She got super quiet and jumpy and pale and wasn’t slobbering all over Caleb like there was no tomorrow. Or audience. Ugh. But anyways. Caleb of course seemed to be getting worried, seeing as she would jump and pull away any time he tried to touch her, and of course I could tell he was getting depressed. We hadn’t talked since he and Amber had decided to become surgically grafted by the mouth, but of course as I was heading towards my dorm I saw him sitting outside of it looking like a kicked puppy. I knew for a fact that Amber had gone with Illia to her dorm for a sleepover, it WAS Friday after all, and I was almost positive Caleb knew that. As I approached him he looked up at me. God that puppy analogy really was on the nose. His grey-green eyes were large and worried as he peered up from under his bangs.

I stood there in an awkward silence for a few seconds.

“Uh… hey.” I said finally.

“Hey.” He replied, now looking more like a normal boy rather then a dog.

Another awkward silence.

“Um, you know that Amber isn’t here, right?”

He nodded, looking back down at the floor.

I sighed.

“So then what are you here for?”

There was a pause.

“I guess I just wanted to talk. I don’t really have anyone to talk to about this.”

He didn’t have to state what “this” was. Fucking Amber.

I shrugged towards the door to my dorm.

“Do you want to come in? We have chairs that I’m pretty sure are more comfortable than the floor.”

When he hesitated I hastily added

“Zenery is out with Set, Nico, and Briar. Something about the forest and keeping an eye on people.”

Caleb relaxed slightly, and nodded.

I opened the door and showed Caleb in, and went over to one of the observation platforms with plush chairs and bookshelves. The ceiling was showing a twilight sky with the stars twinkling just as brightly as always. I motioned for Caleb to sit on the chair across from mine. He sat.

More awkward silence.

“Um do you want some tea or something?”

He cracked a small smile.

“Not going to happen. I almost died last time I tried some of your tea.”

I crossed my arms and scowled slightly.

“Hey! That was healing tea! And you were acting like a baby. Its good for you! And besides I was just going to make normal tea anyways. You know, with honey and stuff.”

Caleb perked up at the mention of honey.

“I’ll skip on the tea, but give me the honey!”

“Nope. Either honey with tea or no honey at all. I don’t want you blaming me for all the cavities you’re going to get.”

“Fiiiiine” Caleb pouted, “Tea then, but if it kills me you’re explaining it to the headmasters.”

I smiled slightly and went down to make the tea. I guess I had missed Caleb’s childish attitude somewhat. When I returned with the tea, Lemon with plenty of honey, Caleb was gazing distractedly at the roof.  I set the tea in front of him, and he took a sip without looking over, or complaining. Something was on his mind.

“What, does the sky make you depressed or something?” I said, trying to lighten the mood a little. I didn’t like seeing Caleb like this, all serious and depresses and not… Caleb.

“No.”

I sat down, drinking my tea distractedly.

We sat in silence for a few minutes. Finally he broke the silence.

“Does Amber hate me?”

Ugh. Of course it was Amber that he started with.

“No. Not that I know of anyways. Last I checked she was rather attached to you. Couldn’t get her off with a friking crowbar.” I trailed off slightly at the end, my annoyance showing a bit through my voice.

Caleb seemed to pick up on it.

“Do you hate her?”

I jumped.

“What? No! No no. She’s fine.”

He let it go.

“So it that all you wanted to ask me? If Amber hated you?”

He shook his head.

“So then what?”

Pause.

“How do I… let her into my life.”

“Huh?”

“I mean. You know. I mean all we really did was kiss and… stuff. We never really talked emotional stuff.”

“Wait what do you mean stuff.”

“Like backgrounds and life and-“

“Nonononono the other stuff idiot.”

Caleb blushed.

“Oh. Uh. Well I mean… its like…”

I cut him off.

“Did you two have sex?”

He turned crimson.

“WHAT? No!!! No!! Oh jeeze. Larimar really. I’m sixteen. Come on. Just other stuff ya know. A little fooling around that’s all!”

“Well age really doesn’t have much to do with it, but ill take your word for it.”

“Good. Dear lord. You really are something. Jeeze.”

“Oh shoosh. So what you’re saying is you two don’t really have an emotional connection?”

“…yeah…”

Something in me was happy to hear that.

“Well then maybe do less of the tongue and more of the talk.”

There was silence.

“What? What did I say?” I asked him worriedly.

“Nothing. No. You’re being helpful. Its just…”

“Its just what?”

“I’m worried it might be too late. Because of what happened.”

“Oh.”

Silence.

“What exactly did happen?”

He looked up at me.

“I’m not really sure. She’s just said a little about Gareth and then went quiet when I asked.”

Gareth. That. Little. Fucker.

“Larimar?”

“What?”

“I think she’s gonna break up with me.”

He stared at me with his big puppy eyes again, a tear rolling down his face.

I leaned over and hugged him. And inwardly cursed that bastard Gareth and whatever the fuck he was doing now. 

Gareth's POV

~I allowed the Leo girl to witness the ritual. I presume you will not mind, given that her curiosity was potentially dangerous to your plans. Milaek and Azami refused to interfere. Again, they are too capricious to be safe. However, I have no choice but to rely on them for the moment.~

~We are seriously displeased. You were not authorized to take action on your own. While your reasoning is sound, you have disobeyed direct orders. Begin preparations for Stage Two promptly. You will receive your punishment upon return.~

~Stage Two is not yet ready. I require more time.~

~You will be granted a reprieve due to the nature of your assignment. However, when we contact you again we expect complete finalization.~

~It is greatly appreciated.~