KOTLC FANFIC (A SHATTERED WORLD)

Bren Devens P.O.V (written by a twelve year old)

My hand slipped from the doorknob, but her face is serious-looking. This isn't a joke. And, in my total stupor, I make a fatal slip. "The only thing Pyrokinetics are worth is being locked up in prisons." Her face grows cold, like frost curling across her features. Her voice is deadpan and filled with blankness. "You're a Pyrokinetic?" My lips pressed tightly together. "Yes. An unregistered one. My brother... Len... he was one too." Dame Alina groaned and pressed her fingers against her temples. I snapped my fingers, and a sphere of orange flames licked my palms. "Put... put that away!" she tried to snap, but fear and concern tightened her jawline and eyes. I shrugged and snuffed out the flame. Then, I grew serious. "You can't tell the Council. They'll exile me." This time, her eyes glitter, cruelly. "Wanna bet?" My turn to blackmail. I rub my hands together. This is my territory. "You know what you and a mountain juniper tree have in common?" She looks up, livid and slightly puzzled. "One more fat joke, Devens and I swea-" I smirk. "They both burn easily."

Then, angrily, I grit my teeth. "Fintan trained me. So stay outta my business unless you want to get stuffed into Exile." She looks pale. "I'm your principal." I shrug. "I'm not planning to hurt you. Plus, it's your choice. Get locked into prison, or expose me. Hopefully your brains are working today, because if you make the wrong choice, I'd hate to be you... well, I'd always hate to be you... imagine the kinds of parasites growing in your skin... ugh! Anyway, you get the gist." She glanced at her skin, as if checking for parasites, then looked up, still pale. "You're telling me I'm supposed to hide the existence of a rogue, unregistered Pyrokinetic from the Council? And if I don't, then you will find a way to put me in Exile?" I nod. Then, she laughs. "A stupid little kid, Exile me?!" She gives a high, haughty laugh. I smirk, flipping out my notebook, where I have printed evidence of certain scams she'd pulled using her Beguiling ability, all for her profit. "Wow," I muse, flipping through the pages, and at all the money and valuable, rare items she'd cheated people for. "2 million lusters. That's better than I could've done." I glanced up from my flipping, impressed at her fraudulent activities.I still hate the Councillors, but maybe I can make this work for me. Maybe I don't have to quit and destory my own future to topple our injust authority. I just have to fight back. My way. She looks paler than a ghost.

I have to make my move, so I flip the next page. "So that's where all the stolen magical artifacts went... wow, the Scepter of the ancient Troll King Loman... that's one of the most prized valuables of the Lost Cities... the Council swore a couple years ago that if they ever caught the thief, Exile would be his (or in this case her) best possible outcome. Yeesh. Hope they never get this notebook." Her face lost all its color, and she looked ready to beg. "OKAY! I promise, the Council won't ever hear of your Pyrokinesis." I smirked. "Much better. But I'll be keeping this... and Alina?" She looked ready to vomit, but looked up, fiddling with the hem of her pale peach gown and biting her lip. Never before had her freedom as a citizen been put in the hands of the least responsible kid at school. "If I were you, I'd return the scepter. The loose floorboard in your office is the worst possible hiding place. See you at your stupid Beguiling session tomorrow." I winked, leaving her there with a dumb look on her face.

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I practically skipped to lunch, dancing into the open doors of the cafeteria, but pausing as soon as I entered. The first person I bumped into was that girl... what's her name.... oh yeah, Kiera. The unreadable, slightly dangerous-looking one, who is totally silent, and yet I can practically hear her buzzing with intelligence. Char is there too, looking her usual self, with her enormous smile and her helpful humor, unlike mine, which is pure deadly. I grin, despite myself. I bested Alina! Lala lala lala! I feel like singing that, but I feel like no one would appreciate that, so I keep silent. "Why so happy? I've never seen you like this before!" Char exclaimed. I grumble something inaudible about Empaths. "I manifested again." I almost swallow my tongue, trying to suck back my words. I am SO STUPID! There goes the slip. It clicks in Kiera's brain immediately, and she actually speaks up, her words making me cringe because they're the last ones I want to hear right now. "Again?"