?So one would wonder how a wish from a wishing star is given and able to be granted if there are no gods to gift it.
?Onewouldwonder. . . unless they knew it was all a lie.
?I don’t remember his name.
?But I do remember everything else.
Twenty-One
Mavyn – Novam 26
Varian is droning. This last two hours and fifty-three minutes have been the most boring time I’ve had in a class yet. I keep doodling on my tablet. Seven minutes until we’re out of here.
?Jullia nudges my elbow with hers and when I glance over at her she’s glaring at my hangman scene.
?I delete the image and try to focus on what’s being said. I had tuned Varian out a while ago. Most of what he’s taught in this class I already know. Intro to Power Compulsion is about learning aura, different magics and abilities, learning how they coincide, and partially training and strengthening your mental shields.
?Most kids already have a grasp on it due to previous schooling and practicing their magics, but this class also dipsinto the psychological, scientific, and slight medical side of it. How our brain waves and neurons and aura impact it all.
?It’s not like the External Controlling class second years and up get to take where they are able to train their magics and test their own limits. Personally, I think it’s dumb first years can’t take that considering learning how to control our magics sooner would be more beneficial.
?Whatever. This class really is intriguing, it’s just that all week my concentration has been elsewhere.
?Jullia nudges me again but I can’t focus on it. It is very loud in my head and trying to filter through all the whispers makes my head ache.
?She knows this too. I’ve already told her everything. After we walked into our dorm and found our dresses and that note, I decided I would. Especially after she had told me everything about her and her family.
?Jullia shakes my arm this time right as a deep voice says my name.
?I look up from my tablet to red eyes encased in gold and my soul feels like a lock clicking into place. He looks. . . worried? This past week it was my turn to avoid all of them. Even Darian, I didn’t go to any of our sessions.
?I have too many questions about how Thorne was able to touch me and about the image from the past and my wish.
?And I am still waiting onhimto answer my questions.
?I glare. He glares right back.
?“Have you memorized the intermediate locks within the neuronical transmitters that build up your aura to formulate your mental shields?”
?I have no idea what he was talking about throughout class, and I have no idea what intermediate locks there are to create those walls within my mind.
?“I have.”
?His eyes narrow. “Then you wouldn’t mind demonstrating for me. I will proceed to enter your mind and you will need to block through those intermediate locks.”
?Fucking shit.
?Sitting up in my chair, I cross my arms and wait. For what. . . ? I have absolutely no idea. I don’t know if he can tell a difference between whatever locks there are verses the shields I constantly have up. Everything I’ve been taught about magic before this school revolved around aura and feeling.
?“I will begin now.”
?FML.
?I focus on keeping a steady beat of my heart and solid flow through my veins. My aura tucked away with my blood.
?His brows twitch with a frown, but whatever he’s doing I can’t feel it. There’s no tightness around my skull or ache behind my eyes or pressure.
?My mental shields are always up. Even when I’m sleeping Nana has said in later years she can’t break through. Which is saying something from a mind magic bone witch who has lived for somewhere around seven-ish thousand years.
