WeepingWisteria

Michael hummed. "Well, let's say everyone in trials has had a rough go at life. Joining is our way of not only having a second chance but restarting the game." ...

Heliodor Everett Hev paced around the small platform, his gaze trained on the professor. “Alright, I’m here. Ready to duel.” The professor sneered. “Are you ready for the rules?” Hev ...

In a flash of blinding light, Artemis was gone. In her place, was a grey wolf. Artemis’s bonds lay on the ground, useless. It flattened its ears against its head ...

The mercenary laughed. “Oh? She didn’t tell you? She’s an Igni. A dog one from the looks of it.” Artemis whined. “But don’t worry, miss. She won’t be able to ...

“Well, you get more comfortable, and you start to make less mistakes. And slowly, each day, every day’s just a little bit better than the last.” Michael smiled. “Look, I ...

Michael sighed. “Yeah, the transition can be a little rough. But rest assured, it only gets better from here.”

Artemis didn’t respond. Her breath was shallow, and she squeezed her eyes shut. Her entire body convulsed, bucking against the bonds. Sawyer pointed at her. “Hey, she’s-“ “Leave her be. ...

“Nice to keep you as well!” Michael clapped his hands together. “Are you settling in? Is everything going okay?” Alex fidgeted with their fingers and shrugged.

Artemis looked around. “Once nightfalls, we’ll have the upper hand. I promise.” Sawyer groaned. “Fine. I’ll keep watch.”

He nodded. “Yes! I’m so excited to work with you.” He held out his hand for a handshake. “I’m assuming you already know I’m your mentor.” Alex nodded. “Emily told ...

“Just a little longer.” Artemis’s nose twitched. “Any time now.” A mercenary sighed. “Are you sure the bonds are going to hold over nightfall?” Another one groaned. “Stop your yapping ...

The knocker opened the door. It was someone who appeared in their late teens wearing a cream-colored sweater and white pants. “Hello? Is this Alex and Sadie’s room?”

Artemis nodded. “Yes, sir.” The mercenary patronizingly patted Artemis on the head. “Good girl.” Artemis subconsciously snarled, earning a kick from the mercenary before he walked away.

Alex patted her on the shoulder. “We’ll be okay.” A knock sounded at the door.

“They’re not getting any tighter. My wrist is in the way.” The mercenary glared at her. “What is a ‘writh?’ Speak clearly, you sound like a child.” Artemis threw Dakota ...