But they apparently haven’t attacked the school for a century and mainly focus on disrupting things strictly for the Mage Board.
Ms. Elaycia had mentioned them before. She said she’s glad they haven’t taken their fight to Earth and have remained on Miy. Though she can agree with some of their ways of thinking, their deliverance is too deadly.
I hadn’t cared about looking into it further. Jullia cares more about reading the news and articles and staying up to date. I was more focused on trying to get through each day. And with how this year has already gone, I couldn’t care any less than I do about the rebels.
Even now I have mild curiosity about them, but I will not be deep diving into them or their reasons or what they have done. Any information I want I just ask Jullia for. She says it hasn’t gotten to a point where there is an all-out war, but battles have waged with neither side winning, only retreating.
The power – and destruction – of magic. And the rebels are made up of all kinds of races. Including, if rumors are to be believed – according to Jullia – the last remaining witches alive.
Another force shakes the wall. This one more powerful and silences the room. Anxiety builds up through my stomach as I shift in my chair. My body and muscles tensing with a want to do something. I need action.
“Does he know how many rebels are there?” I ask Jullia. Her nails tap against her screen and trepidation fills with the anxiety. She’s been glued to it, messaging back and forth with Asher and Hanna.
“He said at least a couple hundred,” she breathes. Her eyes not leaving the screen.
“And how many people does this school hold?”
“There are about a hundred professors, most of them proficient in either defensive or offensive magic. About fifty bodies for staff and school council, three thousand students all together – four hundred of them making up the fourth and fifth years. But of that there are only a hundred or so officiated for battle.”
So about two hundred. Only two hundred people – most of which are still students – to fight if there is ever an attack.
“But,” she whispers, “we have Thorne, Darian, and Callahan’s fathers here. Two devils and a blood demon all with years of experience with all their guards. So we should be fine. We should be fine. We should be fine.”
She keeps repeating that as if she’s trying to convince herself. Of the celestials, minimum, that means we have four devils, a demigod, two blood demons, and an angel. They’dbe able to eviscerate at least a hundred beings of moral by themselves. That with the councilmen’s guards and the other professors should be enough.
I relax into my chair and the anxiety only barely flickers. I’d be more worried if there wereseveralhundred rebels and they had an active witch with them.
Jullia’s nails tap in vicious succession. Her screen sliding from message thread to message thread.
“At least this is happening now and not at the end of the week,” she breathes out. Her body frozen but for her fingers moving. “None of our families are here for family weekend.”
Right. I forgot. Family weekend begins Friday. There’s no class that day as well because –
There’s no class Friday.
There’s no-fucking-class this Friday.
Motherfucker.
There is no class this Friday meaning Professor Asier lied about whatever bullshit test that was going to be worth most of my grade.
I roll my eyes at that and glare at the door. He had also placed anotherDevil’s Lockaround the class. Several, this time. Not only preventing anyone from coming in, but also preventing any of us from getting out. I’d say that’s a fire hazard, but honestly undoing those locks would be light work.
Whatever.
Jullia is right though, at least it’s happening now. The families of the students are permitted to come and stay at the school for the weekend as a mark for the first two months ofschool passing. Since there is no Thanksgiving or Christmas breaks this will be the last time anyone sees their family until the end of the school year. Which also coincides with the end of the year. Our last day of school is the last day of the year, the day before the spring equinox.
Not that, technically, a student couldn’t just pop over during a weekend, but if they’re caught, they’ll be expelled. We have to stay on Syngenia grounds. Which extend into the town a few miles away and Syngenia City which is a metropolitan, but most students come from all over the world.
I wish I could see Ms. Elaycia. Her and Nana and Rosemary and Cordellia and Caleb. There’s only limited space so only immediate family is allowed, and three non-family members in place of your immediate family if they can’t come.
I wonder if there will be a way I could get a letter or something to them. Ms. Elaycia attended school here so maybe she could somehow get a pass.
Another boom shakes the wall and makes everyone else jump.
“Asher says they’re retreating,” Jullia murmurs. “No casualties, but some of the guys are hurt. Nothing fatal, just mild wounds and exertion.”
That’s good at least. I wonder if classes for today will be cancelled because of the attack.
