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Pomrick sniffed through his cerulean nose, nodding, pushing himself up from his comfortable seat with great effort. The bench wobbled as his heel caught it, nearly tripping him, before he and the piece of furniture refound their balance. He sighed again, more melodramatic than a tragedy...

Oh, so that was what it was. But . . . were they going to have a lesson on that? He thought it had all been about entities and such. Before he could start pondering whether he had arrived at the right class, he was being observed for his physiogno... Physic-gnomes... Something. He had no idea...

Pomrick's eyes rolled up to the very top of their sockets, trying to goggle up at the faerie riding his head. He winced and yelped at one of his locks being pulled: "Au! Wha--easy, I don't . . ." He paused, his understanding galloping to catch up with his still running mind. Did she say they...

A curious knot had taken root in Pomrick's stomach. He struggled to identify the feeling, but it certainly didn't feel good. As the Anirians further questioned Nilamani, he couldn't escape the notion that he ought to have been the one to ask these questions, ages ago. And now, these Anirian...

"Yes, I am from here . . ." He scratched his blue nose. It had started to itch something terrible now. "Well, we weren't always. Lived in the countryside, back when -- when I was a child." A warm feeling suffused him whenever he thought of those simpler days. Long days of work and long days of...

"Oh, um, lemme see . . ." Pomrick started rifling through his pack, spilling out a curious assortment of items: what appeared a frog figurine of basalt stone and a necklace pierced with black toe-nails. He didn't manage to produce a spare parchment, however, before the Maester started speaking...

Pomrick took the note, mouth working for a reply, as stunned by Thadd's presence as the fact that he was talking to him. "Th-th-uh, thanks . . ." He didn't get much farther in his gratitude before others swept into the classroom though. When Vaezhasar spoke, Pomrick plonked into his own seat...

Guilt and fear fought a bitter grapple within him, like two wrestlers vying for dominance in the arena of his stomach. But eventually, the ultimate chokehold of guilt brought down fear to the floor. She trusted you. She needs your help. Whatever this fairy was, she didn't deserve to be torn...

By Noah Bradley. By Svetlin Velinov.

Pomrick clamped his hands over his ears and gritted his teeth painfully. He sought to escape the carnage of mutated rats and a monstrous cat duking it out with him in the middle. So he did what he did best. He ran. And with rather surprising speed! Staggering between scores of charging rats...

Fear. Crippling, paralysing fear. It was an accustomed feeling to Pomrick by now - right near familiar at this point. But this time, it was of such a calibre it near locked all his joints together. He had just been freed from the ropes, only to be doubly shackled by mortal dread. What broke...

"Mm. Maybe . . ." He didn't sound all too hopeful. Nilamani's gentle teasing and encouragement might perhaps be some elaborate scheme to make a fool of him. Maybe she had taken a bet from other students. But it didn't feel like it. Actually, it was rather good to open up to someone. He felt...

Pomrick's face twisted with confusion. Then he tried to laugh it off, in the spirit of Henk's good humour. The rest of the group didn't seem to laugh with him, though, so it died prematurely in his throat, turning into a sort of grunting or humming sound. In any case, his gaze floated like a...

Pomrick's eyes darted from rat to fairy and back to rat, feverishly trying to parse what was going on, tied into a bundle of ropes, arms behind his back, cotton in his mouth, beard of feathers spilling over him. When she finally addressed him, his mouth quivered out so some sort of answer...

One might think a student resistant to magic would launch into a powerful spell now. Here was the chance to put what he had learned into use - weave a clever spell. disperse the mutated ratlings and save the day! Unfortunately, before these horrid creatures, every meagre spell and incantation...