Page 53 of Frostforge, Passage Six
She recognized this entrance—the instructors' meeting chamber, where decisions that shaped the fate of the academy and sometimes the continent itself were made.The last time she had stood in this room, Kaine's mission to Verdant Port had been approved, setting in motion the chain of events that had led to this moment.
The bull-necked guard rapped his knuckles against the wood, and a voice from within—Wolfe's, unmistakable in its crisp authority—bade them enter.
The chamber beyond was dominated by a long table of polished stone, around which sat every senior instructor of Frostforge Academy.Wolfe occupied the head position, her emerald eyes coolly assessing as Thalia entered.Marr sat to her right, his scarred face impossible to read.Virek, the cryomancy instructor whose frostbitten hands betrayed his dedication to his craft, occupied the chair to Wolfe's left.
The others—five more instructors whose specialties ranged from combat to strategy to history—completed the assembly.The air in the room hung thick with tension, though not the overt hostility Thalia had expected.
"Sit," Wolfe commanded, indicating a single chair positioned at the foot of the table, facing the assembled instructors like a defendant before judges.
Thalia lowered herself into the seat, conscious of every pair of eyes fixed upon her.Her prison-issued clothing—rough cotton that scratched against her skin—felt suddenly inadequate in this chamber where power dressed in finer fabrics.
"Thalia Greenspire," Wolfe began, her voice carrying the weight of formal pronouncement, "after deliberation, the leadership council has reached a decision regarding your case."
Thalia's hands folded in her lap, fingers interlacing to hide their slight tremor.She kept her face carefully neutral, though her heart hammered against her ribs like a caged bird seeking freedom.
"You will be released from the prison wing, effective immediately," Wolfe continued, "but you will not return to your prior duties or privileges."
A spark of hope flared in Thalia's chest, then guttered as Wolfe detailed her new circumstances.
"You are confined to Frostforge's keep.You will not, under any circumstances, set foot beyond the gates.You are reassigned to basic custodial tasks—cleaning, polishing weapons, and assisting the quartermasters with inventory.You will report to Quartermaster Hendrik at the beginning of each day for your assignments."Wolfe's gaze hardened."One infraction, Greenspire—one step beyond the boundaries we've established—and you will find yourself back in a cell.Or worse."
Heat bloomed across Thalia's face, a flush of shame and anger that burned beneath her skin.Demotion to menial labor—it was a calculated humiliation, designed to break her spirit as much as to punish her actions.To go from respected graduate to glorified servant in the span of a week.The tightness in her throat threatened to choke her words before they formed.
Wolfe's expression shifted subtly, the iron edge of her voice softening a fraction."Your intentions may have been good," she conceded, "but your decision-making was reckless at best, treasonous at worst.You brought an enemy vessel into Frostforge's waters without authorization.You abandoned your post without orders.Twice.Three times, in fact, as you ignored Kaine’s command in Verdant Port."She shook her head."If you wish for redemption, Greenspire, you must prove your loyalty to this academy and its mission."
Thalia's fingernails bit into her palms as she clenched her fists, the small pain grounding her against the tide of words she longed to unleash.Arguing now would accomplish nothing.Shouting the truth about the Deep Ones, about Frostforge's true purpose, about the needless war between Wardens and mainlanders—it would fall on ears deliberately deafened by pride and decades of entrenched belief.
"Do you understand these terms?"Wolfe asked the question as a formality rather than a genuine inquiry.
"Yes, Instructor," Thalia replied, the words scraping her throat raw.She would swallow this indignity, this punishment.For now.Because somewhere in the depths of the archipelago, darkness was gathering.The Deep Ones were moving toward the mainland, and only she and a handful of others understood the true scope of that threat.
"You are dismissed," Wolfe said."Report to Quartermaster Hendrik immediately."
Thalia rose, her legs steadier now than when she'd entered.As she turned to leave, escorted by the same two guards, a single thought crystallized in her mind with perfect clarity: She would show them the truth.Not with words they refused to hear, but with evidence they couldn't deny.
Somehow, she would make them understand that the real enemy wasn't imprisoned on the Crystalline plateau—it lurked beneath the waves, ancient and patient and hungry, waiting to devour them all.
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Night draped Frostforge in shadows, the corridors emptied of all but the most essential personnel.Torches burned at half their usual number, stretching the darkness between pools of amber light where guards stood sentry at critical junctions.Thalia moved through these shadows with practiced stealth, the mop in her hands a flimsy disguise for her true purpose.Three days of servitude had taught her the rhythms of the fortress after dark—which corridors remained patrolled, which stood vacant, which instructors worked late into the night within chambers where lamplight seeped beneath doors.She paused at an intersection, listening for footsteps, then continued toward the eastern wing where Luna had promised to meet her.
As she passed a deep alcove housing a stern-faced statue of some forgotten Northern hero, a slender hand shot out from the darkness, closing around her wrist.Thalia's breath caught, her free hand instinctively reaching for a weapon that was no longer there—then relaxed as Luna slipped into the torchlight, her dark eyes dancing with barely contained excitement.
"Right on time," Luna whispered, a mischievous smile spreading across her face."Ready?"
Something loosened in Thalia's chest at the sight of her friend.During the mission to Verdant Port and the fortress-whale, she had missed Luna's irreverent spirit, her unwavering loyalty, her readiness to take on any plan, no matter how insubordinate it may be.
"Ready," Thalia confirmed, leaning the mop against the wall where she could retrieve it later.
They had crafted this plan during lunch earlier that day, heads bent close together over bowls of thin stew, voices low enough to evade the ears of nearby soldiers.Luna would create a distraction while Thalia slipped onto the Crystalline plateau to speak with the Warden captives.It was simple, dangerous, and exactly the kind of scheme Luna excelled at implementing.
"Follow me," Luna murmured, taking the lead."I mapped out the guard rotations yesterday.We have a seven-minute window before the northern patrols cross paths again."
They moved through corridors rarely used by anyone but the most senior instructors, staying within the deepest shadows, pausing at each corner to listen for approaching footsteps.Luna led with the confidence of someone who had spent years learning Frostforge's secrets, her movements fluid and silent despite the occasional creak of floorboards beneath their boots.
The staircase to the Crystalline plateau loomed before them, a spiral of stone steps disappearing upward into darkness.Cold air flowed down like water, carrying the scent of snow and night sky—a reminder of the harsh environment awaiting them above.Two guards stood at the base, their postures relaxed but alert, ice-steel armor gleaming dully in the low light.
"Wait here," Luna breathed, her lips close to Thalia's ear."Count to thirty after I engage them, then slip past when they're focused on me."
