Crackle!
A fire burns with all intensity, a post that had been on fire falls to become part of the ashes that remain.
She's dead!
Burn all the witches!
A shock wave silenced the cheers, a torn heart that hates the world...
When he woke up, the sheets were covered in sweat, as were Evans's nightclothes. He got up and placed all the sheets and the blanket in the dirty clothes basket.
"I knew it, the nightmares that I don't remember are coming back"
Evans took out some sheets and blankets and placed them on his bed.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Evans opened the door, outside was Lizet.
-Did something happen? -Evans asked without allowing him to enter.
-I came to see if you needed help. - Lizet responded somewhat discouraged.
-Lizet, you came as a student, not as a servant, don't forget that. You can't come to my room and want to come in. Wait for me, later we can tour the Academy. -Evans indicated closing the door.
Lizet's eyes intensified, they seemed cold and dangerous, "Are you planning to marry the princess? You are my soulmate; that wouldn't be right, would it?" Lizet thought as she walked through the hallways.
In the training fields, Asert had already begun to train, he enhanced his movements, swung his sword with elegance and precision, while moving about ten metal daggers that floated above him.
There were few students in the training areas, because most of the upperclassmen were taking full advantage of the holidays to rest or recreate. But those who saw Asert training were surprised.
"Is that the wonder of the century?"
"Wow, I know why they call him that, he looks like he could kill anyone with every cut."
-Hello junior; I'm Estev Demarx, would you like to train with me. -Said a young man with white skin and grayish-black hair, who carried a spear with a sharp, silver tip.
Although the tone used by Estev seemed polite; A trace of envy could be seen in his eyes.
"It's Demarx, the fourth place third year"
The students who were training apart stopped when they heard the rumors and came closer to observe.
"A third rank, not bad to practice for a few seconds," Asert thought, holding his metal sword in a defensive position as he said:
-It's an honor, senior, let's start the fight.
"This fool; here we cannot hide behind the title of our families, only strength has value," Demarx thought as he swung his spear until he saw in front of him a sharp blade approaching his face.
Demarx dodged and jumped back several meters.
"This guy was ready to take my eye out," Estev thought, as cold sweat ran down his face.
Since Estev did not attack; Asert jumped twice to kick Estev hard the moment he reached him.
Everyone saw Estev fly until he hit the wall of the training ground.
Cough! Cough! Cough!
Estev wanted to stand up, he wanted to leave, his mind was confused, a hand helped him stand up.
Estev staggered, leaning on his spear.
A punch to the abdomen, a punch to the chin and the other punch directly to the face, and Estev was left prostrate on the floor of the training field.
-Thank you, senior. We can train whenever you want.
Asert walked away from Estev and went back to training as if nothing had happened.
Some freshmen who saw the outcome of the fight were the first to leave to spread the rumors.
Many compared Asert's level with the top two third-years and the top fourth-years because the fourth-years were already at the starting point of the fourth rank or the top of the fourth rank.
"I want the Academy's internal tournament to begin"
"Yes, this year, it will be very interesting."
"I don't think anyone, in their first year, can beat that monster, you didn't see the speed with which he attacked Stev"
On the afternoon of that day the entire Academy was commenting on what happened on the training fields.
evening.
A spacious and sumptuous private room, with a marble floor, fragrant wooden ceiling, the finest curtains, beige walls with magic stones embedded to regulate the temperature, magic lamps framed with gold; but the moment the Saint sat down in her comfortable chair in front of an elegant desk, everything was dark; She took out a white gem from her ring, placed it on her desk and when the gem shone, a guttural and old voice was heard, which expressed:
-Precious saint, may the sun always illuminate you.
-The sun will always shine. -Answered the saint with an empty and desolate look.
-Have you felt what we are looking for in the Academy? -The guttural voice asked.
-No, your excellency. So far I have only seen one student possessing two magics considered taboo. -Said the saint.
-Don't worry, the boat guards informed us, we will take care of him when he leaves the academy. Don't forget your mission. The 9 holy lords wish you success in your mission.
The saint squeezed her skirt tightly, and answered:
-I appreciate it, I will pray to the sun so that it always illuminates our path.
-The sun will always shine. -The guttural voice responded and then the gem stopped shining.
The saint knelt in the center of her room, took the sun pendant in her hands and squeezed it until her hands began to bleed.
"Every penance made me pure.
Every drop of blood spilled; It revitalized my being.
My belief made me the saint.
"The sun will always shine."
Knock! Knock! Knock!
The saint stopped praying, used her divine power, her wounds and the blood on the marble floor disappeared. She turned on the lights giving the environment a lively air.
-Hello, how have you been? -asked the saint in a cheerful tone.
Three young girls, two of average appearance and one graceful, looked at her with admiration.
-Come in, don't wait, we said we would be friends, right?
-Yes, we will be friends. -Said one with a nervous tone of voice.
When the three entered, the saint looked around and then closed the door.