chapter twelve—teacher talk.

—Halfway into the day and the mage students drifted out of the classroom. All of them except for Elodie.

Throughout the entire lesson, she was silent. She twiddled around with her fingers and her nervous rising. Sonus placed a hand on her shoulder. "We'll see you around, okay? You'll be fine."

Elodie shyly nodded back and watched her friends leave the class. The room was completely empty, only with the Mage-class teacher. It wasn't enough that hiss toci expression made everything feel tense in the room. The only sound going off was the tickling clock hanged on a wall.

"Ms. Charleston?"

"Yes, Professor Bel?" Elodie sputtered.

"We, Arcanists, are born with a multitude of talents from regular Gaians. The basic Fates were dawned on to us after birth; such as Flight, Levitation, conjuring matter to existence. But those are what we can do on our own," the man exclaimed.