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Nash looked at her, slightly tense and probably wondering if he should respond to her, but Alarik spoke up before anything could happen.

“There’s some food for thought I’d like to share with you.” He held up the notebook. “Books are meant to connect.” He glanced around the room and stopped briefly at me. “Books serve as a means of communication between at least two parties. Thesender and the recipient. Also known as the author and the addressee.”

I picked up the notebook and felt the black leather and the golden metal edges. It seemed to be of high quality.

“That’s why I want you to find a partner with whom you can design the book together. How you do that is entirely up to you.” The gleam in his eyes almost showed how enthusiastic he was about his own idea. “As always, it’s not compulsory, but it might inspire one or two others.”

A groan went through the group of guys. I looked back at Julian, who was looking thoughtfully out of the window into the courtyard.

“And now let’s get on with the classics.”

Alarik pushed the book aside and started talking.

Maybe I should tell Mum about the strange conversation with the professor...

I would spend this weekend with her, and maybe I should use the time to do something with her, push away all the resentment and get my mind on other things. Maybe there would even be an opportunity to talk about her past and perhaps find out more about her teenage years.

I wondered if the professor’s words last night came from a longing for the old days. The days where Mum had also gone to university here.

And suddenly, there was something melancholy about sitting here, walking through these halls. As if I were part of something bigger.

Mum did have a life here. Perhaps even a very nice one.

Chapter 51

Julie

Larissa and Bayla had found a list of the football team, but it was from the previous semester. The director of the university must have somehow filed it wrong. So, the whole thing had been for nothing, especially considering the risk Bayla had taken.

And here I was, back at square one, trying to come to terms with the fact that I would never know who Erik was and that it was okay. Itshouldbe okay. The distance between us shouldn’t endanger our friendship. Quite the opposite...

It was already Friday, and somehow it felt like my whole sense of time had changed. It felt like it was only yesterday that Grace, Vivi and I had been playing with dolls in the gardens behind Moenia, and today at lunchtime we had driven from the university to our temple service...

We were becoming adults and everything about it felt like an ever-worsening nightmare.

Grace and I both had our temple lessons three times a week. Every damn Friday was a nightmare for me and I had no one to talk to about it. No one would understand. Not even Vivienna, or the other Air Quatura, because the serum seemed to work on them.

While Amara always went into the forest to theTerra Templewith Grace, Amber and the younger Earth Quatura Discipulus, I spent my afternoons with Vivienna in the underground main temple of Moenia. And our teacher was the woman for whom every Council member and Circle sister had the greatest respect...or fear...or both.

Vivienna and I were the only two Discipulus Quatura with the gift of air, as this was somewhat rarer than the gifts of plants and minerals – all the other Air Quatura in town were Novices or already Servus. And Novices were not allowed to use their magic until they passed the elemental tests in New York or Blairville. A test that showed how far the magic in a Quatura had already developed.

Kelly was an Air Quatura too, but she hadn’t reached Discipulus status yet because her elemental magic was too weak.

And while Grace and Amber learned about the characteristics of certain plants and to control their powers for spells and potion mixtures, Vivienna and I either learned various defensive maneuvers from her mother Amara or, more recently, the highest form of this art with Gloria:Tempesta, the control of storm and wind.

Defensive maneuvers didn’t work for me at all. I hated Tempesta because of the person who taught us.

Gloria was an elegant Westcode woman who, like her daughter Amanda, and Amanda’s daughter Vivienna, had ice-blue eyes. She wore her straight white hair chin-length and her fifty-eight years didn’t show at all, which was due to the power this woman held within her.

She was the head of the Councils, the controlling opposition to the Domini, Amara Blair, and wherever she entered the room, all eyes were on her. Because she symbolized power, control and superiority. Without exception.

We were with her in the temple of Moenia, the mother of the element earth. According to legend, she had been the daughter of the goddessCelestia, who had distributed her gifts of fire, water, air, and earth equally to her four children in order to bring balance to the world.

After eighteen years, I still didn’t know whether to believe it or not. What did this legend even matter if we were all cursed anyway? What value did the gods have if they had imposed these burdens on us in the first place?

“You two areneveron time!”

My whole body tensed, ready for a few torturous hours with this woman. Only this time it was different.

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