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One last month of being a Proctor, and the sweetness of more freedom was just at the tip of her tongue.
That was if she were left to do as she wished and planned these last four lessons.
It was as if memory came to those higher than her in position here at the Academy suddenly remembered what speciality Perrine was known for other than being one of the strongest and intuitive Healers currently in active duty. A special request, one meant to test the resilience and fortitude of the class a year from graduating. They had someone else teach the lesson to the recent graduates this time last year, but before Proctor Urahil could make leave, she was to test the resolve of her students.
What they asked of her bordered the cruelty and extremities that came before the revolution. This was no etiquette lesson.
No, it was something more important than that.
It was a lesson of not giving up information.
Such a lesson was not being held in her usual classroom. In the cold, dark, and damp cells of the Academy, three Initiates took up space in separated cells where they could not see one another, but hear. This lesson was to be done in groups, and the times varied between them. The morning of their imprisonment saw that each Initiate would be assigned information on a false mission and investigation, and at all costs had to protect key information. Interrogation was no laughing matter. In the past, they had bled Initiates and mutilated them in order to get what they want, but there were ways to attack another without inflicting visible wounds.
Perrine's boots fell heavily in the silence of the hall of cells, coming to a stop once she reached the end and turned back. "State your names so I know who is present."
That was if she were left to do as she wished and planned these last four lessons.
It was as if memory came to those higher than her in position here at the Academy suddenly remembered what speciality Perrine was known for other than being one of the strongest and intuitive Healers currently in active duty. A special request, one meant to test the resilience and fortitude of the class a year from graduating. They had someone else teach the lesson to the recent graduates this time last year, but before Proctor Urahil could make leave, she was to test the resolve of her students.
What they asked of her bordered the cruelty and extremities that came before the revolution. This was no etiquette lesson.
No, it was something more important than that.
It was a lesson of not giving up information.
Such a lesson was not being held in her usual classroom. In the cold, dark, and damp cells of the Academy, three Initiates took up space in separated cells where they could not see one another, but hear. This lesson was to be done in groups, and the times varied between them. The morning of their imprisonment saw that each Initiate would be assigned information on a false mission and investigation, and at all costs had to protect key information. Interrogation was no laughing matter. In the past, they had bled Initiates and mutilated them in order to get what they want, but there were ways to attack another without inflicting visible wounds.
Perrine's boots fell heavily in the silence of the hall of cells, coming to a stop once she reached the end and turned back. "State your names so I know who is present."
