Shadowborn Academy_ Year One (Dark Fae Academy #1) - G. Bailey Page 0,17
fuck is going on here?
Sage doesn’t seem to give a shit as she starts creating another spell. This time I recognise the fiery symbols as a powerful curse that is way too strong for her to cast alone. I tried once and it knocked me out for three days. We both promised not to try it again until both of us are much older. Pitch didn’t teach me another spell for two years after that one. Apparently, I wasn’t ready, and I highly doubt that Sage is with her emotions literally projecting out from her body as a dark cloud.
The teacher is quick to counteract the curse with a spell of his own. It manifests as a long snake and he uses it as a whip to lock around Sage’s hands. But he isn’t as strong as she is. In mere seconds, she breaks his hold, destroying his spell like a game.
“Stop this right now before I am made to do something you will regret!” Mr Greyhorn bellows from somewhere behind me, where all the rest of the school are hiding.
I can tell by the murderous look on Sage’s face she has no intention of stopping.
Not until she buries this teacher six feet into the ground.
“Sage, there best be a damn good reason for this,” I mutter under my breath as I hold my hands out, knowing if I don’t stop my best friend, no one will.
Closing my eyes, I lift my fingers into the air, making the symbols I know all too well—the ones Pitch taught me in the middle of the night.
The spell I really, really shouldn’t be casting in public let alone even know.
I open my eyes just as the spell transforms into an enormous pentagon around me. The shape cackles and hisses with amethyst fire, forging a cross down the middle that curls around the edges of the pentagon.
I quickly make a second pentagon, and holding both my hands out, I throw the symbols at Sage and the teacher. The spell hits their chests like a vicious wave, neither of them noticing me since they were too busy fighting. My dark magic booms across the room, knocking every person in the hall off their feet, including Sage and her opponent.
The room erupts into horrified screams as I crawl to my feet and run over to Sage. She’s lying prostrate on the floor, though her eyes are still pinned on the teacher she clearly despises with an utter passion. I’ve never seen Sage like this.
“Who is he?” I demand, grabbing her hand as my spell slowly releases her from its hold, but it won’t give her any access to dark magic for a few hours. It’s the reason why I chose it.
Sage straightens onto her feet, her incinerating eyes still latched onto the teacher. “He’s the fox that bit me and destroyed my life.”
Sitting in the headmaster’s office on my first day was not in my plan.
I’m sure it wasn’t in Sage’s, either. Who knew miss goody two shoes would get us in a load of shit and not look the least bit sorry about it?
If anything, she looks proud of herself as she keeps her sharp glare pinned on the teacher sitting beside her. He wisely chooses to avert his gaze and look at anything but her. The headmaster’s office is old and dated, full of worn scrolls and objects that haven’t been dusted in years. The ceiling is high but there are no windows, making the room extra stuffy and claustrophobic. The only source of light comes from the sconces on the walls, their dim flames flickering. Even the towering bookshelves looming over us cast shadows around the room, the threat of their books falling out seeming more likely by the second.
Sage and I claimed two of the four leather chairs that face the headmaster’s mahogany desk. The leather is worn and ripped in places and not the least bit comfortable to sit on. On the other side of the desk sits a high-backed chair that looks more like a throne with its gold fabric and fancy embroidery. I thought Mr Greyhorn’s office would be the worst thing to bear right now. It turns out the tension between Sage and the teacher is far worse, and so thick I could cut it with a knife.
After I managed to stop the fight, we were all sent here to wait for Mr Greyhorn. It’s been ages now…and I just want to get out of here.