Set's POV

Surprisingly, Ancient Military wasn’t terrible. Professor Chiron was a rather interesting teacher. He managed to map out the strange tactics used by ancient Greeks and Trojans in the old wars, and had us use them against each other in a sort of elaborate chess game. Zenery, of course, was absolutely brilliant at this. I was unlucky enough to be paired with her when Chiron stopped the lecture and began the chess/tactic games. Of course, she didn’t seem to concentrate on the game at all, and instead went right back to poking around my brain infuriatingly.
“So, Set, your power is corruption, huh?” she asked, moving a large portion of her army to the southern point of the area she was supposed to be protecting.
I flinched, and refused to look at her, instead moving my army up to attack her weak northern point.
Of course she just kept right on talking, not bothered in the slightest by my refusal to respond.
“I can’t help but wonder how that works. Do you change people’s alignments or something? Or bend them to your will?”
I scoffed. She raised an eyebrow as she split her southern forces, and drew half into the guard zone.
“Do elaborate.”
I didn’t. Instead I pulled more forces in to attack, and sent a few to guard the border.
I was winning.
“Will you tell me if I win?” she asked.
At the rate this was going there was no chance. Her far forces couldn’t come back fast enough to help her troops, and they were fighting a losing battle.
“Fine.”
She smiled slightly, and suddenly folded her southern troop around my attacking forces, blocking them off from the rest and beginning her own attack.
Shit.
I increased attack on her men, and brought in my reserve, which was the smaller portion of my army.
She now had a look of complete focus on her face that had me sweating bullets.
Her guarding men came and re-enforced her worn out ones, which she moved to the guarding position a small portion at a time so she didn’t have to pull back completely and give me ground.
I flailed mentally. Not only were my troops receiving heavy fire from both sides now, I had no way to re-enforce.
Within three minutes she was done, and my small metal replicas were a pile of dust.
“Good. I won. Now tell me how they work.” She said smugly. Little bitch. She had known the outcome from the beginning.
“How what work?” I feigned, eyeing the clock warily. We only had a minute left. If I could just distract her for that long...
“Your powers. And don’t try to weasel out. We made a deal.”
I sighed in defeat for the second time that day. With this girl, a minute was faaar to long to hold out.
“I’m not really sure. Sometimes it kind of billows through people and makes them hurt. And sometimes it just darkens the place. And somet-“ I cut myself off.
“Sometimes what?” Zenery asked in what would have been an innocent voice if it hadn’t been her behind it.
I didn’t answer. Instead I just stared at the wall behind her. Not like she would be able to tell.
“Is it something having to do with how you killed your girlfriend? Is that why you don’t wanna-“
I jumped up and my chair clattered to the floor. I was shaking and even I couldn’t tell if it was from anger, or some other unknown emotion.
I was about to... I don’t know. Punch her? Choke her? Cry? Run? Something along those lines, I think. But I suddenly became very aware of the eyes of the entire class on me.
“Is there a problem, Set?” Professor Chiron asked from the front of the room.
I froze.
“No.” I managed. “Nothing’s wrong.”
Chiron looked like he was about to say something, but the bell chose that moment to ring, and all that came out was “Class dismissed.”
I couldn’t tell if I was terrified for combat class, or couldn’t wait to get in that arena.