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Saturday, it was finally  Saturday. We had no lessons today so that means no more Sandbox of Boredom. Even though we did it last year we had to do it for one week again because Master Rufus said, "Just to make sure you didn't forget over the summer."

Call threw on his uniform and was heading to the Gallery. He opened the door and barely had any time to react Tamara standing right thee, he almost head butted her.

"Where do you think your going." Tamara asked.

Call looked at her confused, was there something he was supposed to do that he forgot about or something.

Tamara seemed to notice his confusion. "Remember last year? We still need to find out why your dad sent Rufus Constantine's wristband."

Call mentally face palmed himself. Of course how could he forget he hadn't told them about the wristband either.

"Well my dad actually told me what it meant."

"Really!" Her eyes lit up. "What does it mean?"

"He was just worried." He lied. "With the treaty broken he though I might get hurt."

"The obvious." She sighed. "I always overthink everything."

She walked away disappointed. Call had never felt so guilty before.

"Well?" she turned to him. "Aren't you coming to the Gallery?"

"Yeah wait up."

  The entire day was really fun, but it could've been better with Aaron. The Assembly took him away for the day. It annoyed Call, they had spent less time together during school days ever since it was discovered that Aaron was a Makar. But now they spent less time together on the weekends too. At least they would have all day tomorrow.

At the end of the day everybody was heading back to their dorms, Tamara had gone back early so Call was left wandering the halls alone. He walked past the library and saw Aaron.

He ran in. "Aaron what're you doing here?"

"Oh, Call." He looked at him, he had shadows under his eyes and looked exhausted. "I'm reading."

Call couldn't help but stare at the size of the book he was reading. It was big enough to kill a cat if you dropped it.

"The Assembly told me to read this and write down important facts about the Enemy." He yawned. "But most of the things in this is useless." He yawned again. "This ain't no sport but it sure is tiring."

"You should take a break." Call suggested.

"Gimme a sec I'm almost done."

Call looked down at the page he was at. "Your only halfway through."

"But they said I could stop at page 750."

"That's still 200 pages." He put a hand on Aaron's shoulder. "Go to sleep you look like your about to pass out."

"Just, just one more page."

Call sighed. "Fine."

Aaron stood up from the chair his legs were shaking and he was slouched. 

"Where are you going?" Call asked.

"T-to sharpen my pencil." He said in a whisper. "While I'm at it can you find something useful?"

  Call shrugged and turned the page. His eyes widened, it was a picture of Constantine Madden...in his Copper Year the same age as him. Their eyes were exactly the same but other then that they didn't have any physical similarities. But their expression's were exactly the same creating a resemblance.

Aaron came back with a really sharp pencil and a tired face. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the picture.

"He looks a small bit like you."

That felt like a million fists just punched him square in the face. He glared at Aaron and then realized, we was so tired he probably couldn't reading the fine print that wrote Constantine Madden. But just to make sure he pointed a the fine text.

"Can you read this?"

"Aaron leaned in closer to the book."

"Um, Comet Marshmallows? I don't even know."

Call sighed in relief, he didn't mean it as an insult. But then again Aaron would never say something like that, he was to kind for that. But it hurt him even more to know that Aaron was being completely honest.

"Come one let's go." Call grabbed his wrist and lead him to the dorms. 

Aaron almost fell over about five times on the way. 

When they arrived Aaron and Call both went to their bed room doors. Call stepped into his room.

"Call?" Aaron asked just when Call was about to close his door.

"I'm afraid to fight the Enemy."

Call winced. "Why?"

"Because I'm afraid to dye but, I'm also afraid to kill and what if I fail."

"You won't fail." Call said.

"How do you know?"

"I just know."

He closed to door and jumped in his bed. He buried his face in the pillow and the last thing he thought was "If only you knew."

//Anyway I hope you enjoyed it and only 5 more days hang in there. I know this story has much angst but I just love to torture myself. I REGRET NOTHING!!!