Bab 25: Results
Coming off the Gryphalion hunt, we strutted back into the Academy of Arcane Arts and Martial Prowess feeling like we owned the place. Reality check: we didn't. Turns out, we were just one of the many groups who'd nailed their assignments. Some even faster. Talk about a buzzkill.
Elara, leaning against a table in our usual hangout spot, flicked a piece of parchment our way. "Looks like we're not the academy's darlings after all," she quipped, that strategic mind of hers already ticking over our next move. "Time to up our game."
Lysander, who usually wraps himself in a cloak of mystery, actually let out a chuckle. "Seems we've got more work to do. Stealth and cunning over brute speed next time?"
Leon, never one to dwell on the negatives, slapped the table with a laugh. "Who cares? We took down a freaking Gryphalion! Just means we get to have more fun showing up the competition."
Viktor, notebook in hand, nodded thoughtfully. "It's about growth. This just sets our baseline. We improve from here."
I listened to them, my mind working in overdrive. Sure, I'd started to see them as more than just pieces on a chessboard, but old habits die hard. Every strategy, every plan we concocted, it all circled back to how I could use their skills, their strengths, to further our collective goals—which, coincidentally, aligned with my own ambitions.
The headmaster's words to us were less a pat on the back and more a gentle shove forward. "Well done. But remember, the journey of a mage is paved with continuous learning and overcoming challenges. Keep striving."
Walking out from that meeting, I couldn't help but feel a mix of irritation and determination. Irritation because deep down, I wanted that recognition for us, for me. Determination because now we had a clear target: not just to be known within these walls but to be the best, the fastest, the most cunning.
Our group dynamics shifted subtly in the days that followed. Elara's strategic planning sessions became more intense, Lysander's shadow training more rigorous. Leon and Viktor turned every physical training session into a competition, pushing each other to the limit.
And me? I was right there with them, sharpening my own skills, my magic. But always with that analytical part of my brain ticking over, considering how best to deploy each of them in the field. They were my crew, sure, but in this game of magic and power, every piece, every player, had their role. And I was becoming adept at directing the play.
We weren't just training; we were preparing for the next challenge, the next hunt. Whatever it was, we'd face it head-on, with me leading the charge. Elara's brain, Lysander's stealth, Leon's sword arm, Viktor's tactics, and my dark magic—we were a formidable team. A team I was learning to rely on, even as I calculated their best use.
In the quiet moments, though, I wondered about the line between using someone and partnering with them. Had it started to blur? Maybe. But in the grand scheme, did it matter? We were all working towards the same goal. Victory, knowledge, power—it bound us together, even as I plotted our course.
So, as we looked ahead to the next challenge, I felt a sense of anticipation. Not just for the battle but for the game. The strategy. With these pieces, these people, by my side, I was starting to think we could take on anything.
And we would. Together, as a team. My team. My... friends? Maybe. But definitely my most valued tools in the ever-unfolding game of magic and ambition that lay ahead.
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