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122. The Scent of Apples

The day of Martel's last fight had arrived. He did his morning class while running through his conversation with Lothar in his head, wondering what to make of it. As he had never seen Leatherfist f...

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121. In Low Places

Martel did his work for Master Jerome and Mistress Rana in the morning and spent a bell in the afternoon sparring with Maximilian, recounting how he had extended his magical shield to protect his s...

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120. Lothar

"Our favourite Stallion returns to the ring to face the one opponent who ever bested him! Tonight, he faces Lothar!" The crowds responded to Tibert's announcement with the expected cheer.

Mar...

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119. In Style

With all his recent troubles, and his dedication to properly learning empowerment magic, Martel had paid less attention to his elemental skills lately. He felt guilty about it, as he had done this ...

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118. Summons

Another Malday meant another trip into town. While they had spent this particular lesson at the castle for the past two fivedays, Mistress Rana wanted to show the students the remaining water tower...

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117. Calculations

"Since a couple of beggars proved too much for you, I have a different task." Seated behind his desk, Tibert stared at Mark, the man whose eyebrows met in the middle. "You're going into the ring ag...

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116. Money to Spend

It was only morning, but Martel already looked forward to lunch. Not that he was hungry, but that would be the earliest that he could take a nap. After every fight, he rarely had time to sleep more...

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115. Marius

"Tonight, for our first match, the familiar name is Stallion while his opponent is the newcomer! From the seventh legion, fighting for the first time in our ring, comes Marius!" Tibert's voice boom...

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114. Pressure upon the Veins

With the other three novices, Martel waited in the entrance hall on another Malday morning. He felt a little awkward, as everyone passing by would know why they waited, and he stood out being a hea...

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113. Oak

"For our first match tonight, our newest fighter Stallion faces up against Oak!"

The crowds responded with their usual noise. Already in the pit, Martel ignored them. All that mattered was hi...

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112. A Promise Made in Silver

While Martel's evenings were full of excitement and anxiety, his mornings and afternoons remained predictable and practically dull in comparison. He did not mind this; on the contrary, Martel had n...

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111. Butcher

"Butcher! Butcher!"

The chanting of the crowd did nothing to ease Martel's fear. His opponent attacked with glee, and the novice simply defended himself, lacking the confidence to strike back...

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110. Equine Parentage

Martel sat in Master Fenrick's class, his mind stuck on a particular question. Finally, he raised his hand.

He could not tell if his teacher was exasperated that he always had something to as...

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109. Motivation

The only difference between Maximilian and Reynard as a teacher of empowerment magic was their motivation; the latter had taught him grudgingly, if at all, while the former seemed to enjoy himself....

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108. What Flows Beneath

Martel woke, feeling battered. The healing effects of skin salve had its limits, and it could not cure headaches sustained from direct blows to the temple. It promised to be a long day, especially ...

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107. Blooded

Lothar's staff came sweeping out against Martel the moment that Tibert gave the signal for the fight to begin. Near panicking, Martel barely raised his staff in defence, saving himself a heavy blow...

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106. Stallion

His thoughts revolving around his first real fight tonight, Martel found it hard to concentrate on his elemental class. He realised this had happened for a while now; although this particular distr...

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105. Gentle Sting

For more than a month, Martel had enjoyed the end of classes with Reynard in the gymnasium. Empowerment remained his weakest skill compared to any of the elements, and his teacher had done nothing ...

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104. Hospitality

Tibert's fist hit Martel on the cheek. Not with sufficient force to send him on his back, but he did stagger one step backwards, as much from shock as from the blow itself.

Martel had never r...

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103. The Stableboy

Despite it being an interesting class usually, Martel did not pay much attention to Master Fenrick. His mind kept thinking on what lay ahead. Not just tonight, where he would have to go to this uns...

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102. Cornered

Walking home from the copper lanes third night in a row, the young men's mood was reversed from previous trips. Their purse was empty, their confidence shaken from being caught, and the threat of e...

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101. The Copper Lady

The woman's words rang through Martel's mind. She knew they were mages. They had been found out. He felt panic rise and tried to consider the situation. He realised why she wore such heavy jeweller...

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100. A Pair of Fools

More than once during the next day, Martel returned to his room solely to check on his hoard. Leaving it in his room, even under lock, made him uncomfortable. He had never seen this much silver in ...

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99. A Pair Earthbound

Martel stood in the entrance hall, slightly unsure of himself. His new class to replace the infirmary had been titled something strange such as waterways or similar without much additional descript...

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98. A Pair of Emperors

Going through his day, Martel felt a tinge of cold feet. Even though his plan with Maximilian echoed what he had intended to do on his own, it felt different. Alone, he retained the option to back ...

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97. A Gambler and his Valet

They discussed the details over breakfast, Maximilian glaring at any who might approach their table and intrude on the conversation.

"A two-man act is perfect. I can drink and appear the buff...

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96. The Beginning of a Beautiful Friendship

Despite it being his favourite class, Martel found it hard to focus on Master Fenrick's lesson. Thoughts swirled in his head as to how he could accomplish his plan. He had never considered he might...

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95. Familiar Ground

Martel entered the Hall of Elements and greeted his teacher with a smile. "I'm still having trouble controlling two different elements at the same time," the novice admitted, "but I have made some ...

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94. Feeling the Sting

Martel's last bell in the infirmary went by at a snail's pace. He helped take care of the patients, by now accustomed with the process of changing bandages and other such tasks, but he found it har...

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93. Counting Coins

Although doing arithmetic before breakfast felt like torture, Martel persevered. After saying goodbye to Shadi, various thoughts of earning money had rummaged around his head without reaching any c...

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