"I've heard you've been busy," the empress said. Wenly frowned. "Did you really think you could have one of my council members arrested and I wouldn't know about it?"
"I was hoping."
She pursed her lips. "Is it true?" she ask. "Did Mon have a hand in M.A.G.E?"
"Yes," he said solemnly. "I'm afraid so."
"That bastard!" she said showing anger. It was rare for Wenly to actually see his mother angry, not like this. Her anger was normally cold and concealed, but this was red hot rage. "I want him transferred from wherever you put him to Greegveryn."
"Yes," he nodded. "And Orrick Hast?"
"What about him?"
"It looks like Mon framed him," Wenly explained. "He wasn't the one who headed M.A.G.E."
"But he worked with Mon, did he not?" Wenly nodded. "He stays where he is."
"Okay," he bowed then turned to leave.
"Wenly," the empress called. He stopped. "I want you to make sure that every member of this organisation is captured. I'm not sure who we can trust right now but make them pay. All of them." He nodded. The gods knew how badly he wanted to make the people who took his father from him pay.
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Andy sat on the floor in his room. He had his legs folded under him and a book in his open lap. It was nearing midnight, the palace was silent, eerily so. He flipped through pages pointlessly. He didn't feel like sleeping, he didn't feel like reading either but he found himself with nothing else to do.
On nights like this he found himself truly missing his video games. He guessed there was one good thing about going back home. He'd be leaving behind the first friends he's ever made, but hey, he'd have video games. What more could a boy ask for? He groaned as he pushed the book aside.
He couldn't wait to get back home. Who wouldn't look forward to endless classes teaching things they already know? Or the classmates that ridiculed them for their intelligence. And who didn't enjoy a Friday night spent in their room alone. Oh, what fun. He could imagine it, he'd spend nights missing this place, missing Hae, Kol and Val, wishing he could come back but knowing he couldn't.
Anna and Layla would force him to move on. He'd have to get back to the life he left behind. A life in which he'd have to face Cedric Morgan...
Yeah, he couldn't go back home.
A soft rapping at his door brought him from his stupor. He got to his feet and he straightened his royal blue silk pyjamas as he walked to the door. On the other side, to his surprise, was his aunt.
"Good," she said as she pushed past him and into the room, "you're up."
"And so are you," Andy said as he turned to her. "Shouldn't you be resting in the infirmary."
She'd moved to the dressing room. "I should," she said rummaging through his clothes, "but we have more important things to deal with." She came out with a pair of dark pants and equally dark tunic she tossed them to Andy. "Get dressed we're leaving."
"Leaving?" His face had paled.
"Yes," she said, "and you better hurry. We don't have much time." She moved past him again and to the door. "I'll get Anna, meet us in front of the library." Before Andy could ask any questions, she left.
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Fly or Fall
FantasyA hundred years ago the world Omora was filled with magic. It flowed through the rivers, blew with the wind; magic sparked with every flame ignited. Life existed with and because of magic. The people, witches and humans alike depended on magic. But...