Yorick:
Flashback:
"Youβre going to the academy," my mother stated, sitting with me and holding my hand. ππ«ππ²πππ―ππ¨π§ππ.ππ π¦
I began to frown. I had no clue why this was happening. I thought only kids who were troubled or had issues went there.
"You want me to go to the academy and fight monsters?" I asked my mother in disbelief. I was really sad that she even suggested something like that.
"It is not in our hands. We have to send one of our children, and it has to be you since you know your brother," she explained, then paused and looked down.
Before I could say anything else, my father slammed his hand on the table to get our attention.
"Why are you so sad? It is not like you will not get out of it," he remarked.
I frowned at my father. There was no way what he was saying was truly going to happen. He knew it too.
"There is a history tied to the academy. The only way someone survived is if they got rid of all the monsters, or if they kept going north for the rest of their life, fought the monsters, and came back alive. That is the only way," I told my father, looking straight into his eyes, because he was not fooling me.
As my mother smiled softly at me, I began to realize they were rather calm.
"I do not understand," I told them, staring between the two.
"There are other ways to get a crusader out of the academy," my father commented. His fingers tapped on the table, following a pattern. He started with his little finger, then the ring finger, and then, like a wave, he tapped through the rest until he noticed I had picked up on the confidence in his voice.
"I would really love for you to explain it to me," I said to him, and he chuckled, nodding his head.
"Apart from giving away the pack, there is another way. Do not worry. When it is time, you will be out," my father reassured me.
I began to wonder if my father had lost his mind. He always spoke like this, trying to reassure me that everything would be fine. But I knew it was a lie. Once I was there, I would be stuck forever.
End Of Flashback
"You have lost your mind, but do not forget, you do not have magic to control us this time. You are going to fail miserably," I told Oriana, giving her a hard shake.
She stared at me as if she already knew she would win this time.
"I do not need to do any magic this time," she replied, suddenly clinging to my jacket. I lost my grip on her arms when she latched onto me.
"You coming here. I had you fall right into my trap."
The moment she said those words, I remembered my gut feeling. I was right. I had known I should stay away from her.
I tried to step back, but she grabbed my jacket. Before I could even think about what she meant, her eyes landed on the dagger on the ground, and she suddenly knelt to grab it. I knew I needed to get the dagger away from her.



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