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Running feet in her direction always made her tense. Whilst most Initiates in her brothers year had done training missions, Houri had been thrown into the bloodiest of Anirias wars from a young age once her mind had cracked and the Archons had decided there was no need anymore to take any care...

With Lumen's and her combined powers keeping the golems in place, Thraah and Zinnia were able to smash through the living army in quick succession. She supposed Silas and Livia were doing... something to help with that too. It was better to keep her mind off of them. Off of him. Taking a breath...

Panic? Houri was furious. Furious with herself. Furious with the men who had snuck on them - dared to drug them instead of face them in a fair and open fight. Furious for not listening to Silas sooner and for not heeding the Garrison Sergeants warnings. The drug must have still been addling...

Houri met her brothers eyes and for a moment, she hesitated. Since that night she hadn't spoken to Thraah. Hadn't spoken to Zinnia, nor Livia Hadn't wanted to confide or admit her own stupidity and foolishness in thinking that Silas had liked her. The broken initiate. But a part of her, that...

Houri felt as though she had stepped out of her own body and was watching what unfolded like a mummers play. Livia went for the door, her response to Silas briefly making her doubt her own quick judgement. But no something so cold... Houri only recognised the signs of cold hurt because it was...

There were two things Houri noticed when she woke up. The first was how much her head hurt, like someone had taken a bat to her skull and used it as a practice ball. The second was the smell. "Fuck," she groaned, nose scrunching up in disgust as the smell of decaying rotting fish fully sunk...

Houri gave an elegant shrug and inspected some dirt beneath her fingernails. "From the stories I have heard of you I just didn't expect for you to be quite so... obedient," the rumours that swirled around Erodin and his wife painted the pair as a law upon themselves. Their allegiance was to one...

Houri blinked and the white that had clouded her eyes faded back to her usual soft brown. The fog around them barely needed magic to hold it there any longer, and as she relinquished control it took on its own mind. For the rest of the night it would travel the streets before finally making its...

Houri recoiled with a sharp hiss as he touched her broken arm. Pain filled her vision with spots of black. "Just don't... die. Or I'll have to explain that and the elves deaths," she muttered and blinked away the darkness clouding her vision. Giving Zaire one last uncertain look she did as he...

Houri would have given anything for those voices to speak to her again, but every time she reached for them they seemed to draw further and further away. She needed their advice. They had offered it to her over the years without her prompting, even when she didn't wish it, and now she did...

"Distract it?" Houri stared at him as though he had suddenly sprouted a goblin head of his own. "How are you planning to distract it and get its mouth... Oh. Oh," she blinked the rain from her lashes sending them cascading down her cheeks like tears. The boy is an idiot. A fool, there was a...

Houri tracked Zinnia along with Lumen and understanding of what the latter wanted to achieve dawned on her. She would have preferred to light the whole field up but there were too many of her classmates to bring down lightning strikes at the intensity they needed to hurt the golems. If bringing...

Houri wasn't sure how to feel about being left with a man who was rumoured to have thrown children out of the Academy Tower to make his wife laugh. She settled on one of the fallen chimneys of their lookout and kept a very wary eye on the other Dreadlord. He was only a single level above her but...

Houri's brows knitted together at Silas' astute observation. It was only a few miles back that that other village had been all but decimated. How had this town survived? Her eyes flickered to the skies above, searching for something that niggled at the back of her mind... until Silas brought up...

"To hit something that big? Easily," it was the smaller targets that were harder. Lightning didn't want to be controlled, it was the definition of wild. Her control over it depended almost entirely on that fact her nature was the same as a storms. Tuning to it helped her to guide it where she...