Magus Academy 2

Chapter 9

"Wait, what?" I sputtered hitting Blaze repeatedly.

"Mrs Blackburn said that it wasn't safe for you to stay here and decided to send us with you because... well, we kinda begged her to go," Lizzie explained whilst me and Blaze had our own mini punch war.

"Where are we going?" I asked curiously.

"To the Celestian palace," Lizzie replied, "We're leaving in about two months so you have extra time to fix your sleep routine but you still need to carry on training."

I smiled _ it was about time I got a bleeping break! After days and days and days of torture, I finally got to rest.

To be honest, I wasn't sure why I didn't question it. Maybe it was because I was scared or maybe it was because I wanted to be stronger than whoever was after me.

Despite this, I guess I just assumed someone else would help me.

Bleeping elements, I'm too reliant on others _ more specifically, Jamie.

"Hey," speaking of the devil, I saw him sit down beside me. Looking up, I realized that everyone else left the room.

It was only me and a jammie dodger.

Sorry, I'm a bit hungry.

Anyway, as you probably already guessed, it didn't end well.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked, somehow able to keep my voice a complete void of emotion, "I spent all that time working my butt off and you just watched."

"I-I... I had to be sure of it and... I had to get the antidote," Jamie said, however, I didn't let him off easily.

"So? Does that give you an excuse to leave this all a secret? By the way, apparently, it was one everyone else knew about except me knew about," I snapped folding my arms accusingly.

"Listen, I wanted to talk to you but you were so tired and looked awful. I-I didn't want to get you any more stressed."

Although that made my heart flutter a little, I still glared at him.

"So? At least I'd be able to help you find the antidote! But no... I'm too weak to help you!" I yelled.

By then, we were both standing up, glaring at each other intensely.

Although it may seem like I'm making a big deal about this, hear me out.

I had to work so hard without any breaks every single day. I woke up at dawn, slept at midnight. I was mentally drained and was too tired to even talk to my friends.

I was so alone and tired. By the end of it, life was just purely miserable.

All that time, I believed that I wasn't good enough. That the teachers pushed me because I needed to be better.

To think that I'd at least know what was truly happening if Jamie just told me hurt me a lot more than I'd like to admit.

"Look, I get what I did was wrong but at least I did something to stop it!" Jamie defended.

"Well, you did it a couple of days too late!" And before Jamie could say anything else I added, "You saw how much I was struggling. You saw how much it affected me. But you didn't think about telling me earlier."

"Well maybe instead of complaining, you should try to be a little grateful! It's not as if I was worried or anything. Of course, you of all people would have too much of an ego to appreciate the help. Let me tell you now, a queen who tries to do everything for herself will fail as a leader," Jamie snapped venomously.

It was those words that hurt me the most. I already knew I wasn't ready for the responsibility and I knew that I always tried too hard to make up for that.

Then again, no matter how strong I appeared, I always felt weak, always. Especially since my dad died _ all my life, I felt like I was the weak member of our family. The useless one.

While mum and Mark worked hard, I did nothing. I couldn't do anything because I was young however I still felt like I could help.

Having someone call me out for being unprepared just proves my point. I am weak. I always was weak.

Out of all the people in the world, I never expected Jamie to be the one to bring up all these insecurities.

Instead of saying anything, I just turned around and walked back to my room. Not a single tear trickled down my face.

No, not any more. I wouldn't cry. I already cried too much.

I remembered when I was young and I saw all the kids with their dads, I had to ask mum where my dad was.

I remember when mum had to explain to me what death was. All when I was three.

I cried every single day since then. I was somehow able to understand that I would never see my dad and that he was just gone.

I took a deep breath in and a deep breath out.

"Hi," I heard a familiar voice say. I turned my head and saw Maxine sitting on the edge of my bed.

I haven't talked to Maxine in ages; when I went to sleep, she was already snoring and when I woke up, well... she was still snoring.

Almost instantly, I ran up and hugged Maxine.

"Will I be a good queen?" I asked quietly.

Yeah, I know. The first conversation me and Maxine had in a while, of course, has to be a deep conversation about one of my biggest worries.

"There's no such thing as a perfect leader," Maxine replied, "We're in a fantasy story, you're not expected to be perfect from the start. Isn't that the whole point of character development?"

Although I never really understood the whole comparing our lives to a story thing, Maxine's words helped in some weird twisted way.

"Can we go to the gaming room?" I then asked.

Maxine simply sighed, "I'll go get Sophie and Ash."