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“Terrible night, isn’t it?”

“Is this an attempt at small talk?”

The man grumbled something under his breath.

Zoe took her eyes off searching the streets and glanced at him.

Wayne’s eyes searched the tops of buildings as they walked down the deserted street. He, like her, was fully dressed in his usual black suit. He held a large tome open in one hand as if he was in the middle of reading it. He wasn’t, of course.

Zoe had never understood why he used a tome as a focus. Their storage capacity surpassed staves. One could pen down spells into the tome’s pages to avoid the concentration required for more complicated spells. Wayne never used spells that took advantage of those traits. As far as she could tell, he used the tome like any other focus.

Tomes were heavy and unwieldy, yet it was all he used outside of the classroom.

“Ahead,” he said.

Zoe broke her thoughts and snapped her eyes forward.

Another group of the creatures shambled around the corner of the street.

Six of them looked old and rotted. Two had bright red blood still dripping from their wounds. Their clothes were less torn and one wore a Halloween costume. Fresh victims.

Still, no mercy would be shown. Zoe readied her dagger. She already had to put down one of her students, she only hoped neither of the two fresh corpses were students.

Zoe lanced a lightning bolt at the nearest one’s head. She sustained the bolt for a few extra seconds. A normal person would go down with a heart attack, brain damage, or nerve damage, depending on location and power. A zombie didn’t care about such things.

She held the bolt until the zombie’s eyes exploded. Another few seconds and the zombie crumpled to the ground with smoke rising from its body. The putrid stench of burnt flesh filled the street.

The crack drew the attention of the rest of the creatures.

Wayne didn’t hesitate for a moment. He immediately sent out a blast of fire, enveloping a zombie.

Zoe took a step backwards, casting a heavy wind in the direction of the zombies. Two of them stumbled and fell to the ground. A follow-up razor wind took the head off of another.

Wayne threw a blaze of red fire over the two on the ground and caught a third in the inferno.

Thick shoes clomping behind her made Zoe spin. Out of the alley stumbled one more creature. Wayne was incinerating a zombie to her side. This one fell to her. She raised her dagger and prepared to fire.

A small black sphere splattered against the neck of the zombie from its side. It flashed white a moment after.

The zombie’s head fell to the ground with its body crumpling after it.

Zoe whirled around to where the attack came from.

A woman stood next to a younger black-haired girl. The woman wore a suit–much fancier than Zoe’s own–splattered with blood. The sleeves were torn at the wrist and she had long black gloves tipped in sharp claws. What really drew Zoe’s eyes was the half-black, half-white mask with thin slits for eyes and thick cords that ran from the top of her head down her back.

The black-haired girl quickly placed something behind her back while Zoe was distracted with the masked woman. She wore much more normal pants, tee-shirt and a jacket.

It took a double take before Zoe recognized the girl. Zoe forced herself to relax and put on a calmer face.

“Eva, what are you doing here?”

The young girl looked up at Zoe with cold eyes. “Same thing as you, I imagine; cleaning up the town and hunting necromancers. Found any?”

“You’re covered in blood.” She wasn’t exactly covered in it. Not as much as her companion, at least. There was definitely blood, especially on her hands.

She looked down at herself then back up at Zoe with a small smile. “It isn’t mine.”

Zoe did not match her smile. If the blood was hers, she was injured. Not a good thing when zombies are running around. If the blood wasn’t hers then it was zombie blood.

“Eva,” Zoe started, calmly and slowly, “are you infected?”

The tall figure standing next to her tensed at the comment. Zoe couldn’t tell her facial expression beneath the mask, but she looked about ready to pounce. Judging by the blood dripping off of her clawed gloves as well as over her undamaged clothes, she was quite good at pouncing.

Eva held her hand to the side and gave a small shake of her head. The woman immediately relaxed.

“Don’t worry,” Eva said, “I took an anti-zombie potion.”

Wayne bristled at that. “No such thing,” he grunted.

“People keep telling me that.” Eva crossed her arms beneath her chest. “We’ll see who is a zombie in the morning and who isn’t.”

Zoe didn’t doubt Wayne’s knowledge of potions. She knew of only one way to counteract the infection from a zombie and she did not have a corpse flower handy. “You will become a hindrance if you are infected.”

“So you’re going to kill me then?” Eva half snarled. This time both of them tensed.

Zoe did not like how quickly the girl was ready to fight. She had one hand behind her back. Zoe did not know what was back there except that it was undoubtedly a weapon.

“Quarantine,” Zoe quickly said. “In the morning you can, if you’re you, teach Wayne how to make your potion.”

“Can’t,” Eva said with a wave of her hand, “I didn’t make it. My mentor did. It was delivered by,” she paused and glanced at the tall woman next to her, “his associate.” Eva relaxed, dropping her arm to her side. The woman next to her didn’t.

“Does this associate have a name?”

“Yes.”

“Why’s she wearing a mask?” Wayne asked.

“It’s Halloween, isn’t it?” The woman in the mask had a confident but very artificially modulated voice. Just four words came out like they weren’t being spoken by a proper mouth or vocal cords.

It set Zoe on edge. More on edge than she already was.

“Quarantine, Eva, is–”

“A waste of time. If you have no information on the necromancers behind this, then I believe it is time to go.” She turned, though the woman next to her did not. “Believe it or not, I am mildly fond of you. Don’t try to stop me. It would be… unpleasant.”

“Take one of these at least,” Zoe said. She pulled out one of her business cards and held it out. “If you do find the necromancers, let us know. We can help.”

Eva reached out and almost took it. She pulled her hand back mere inches from the card. “I’d rather not risk getting blood on you,” she said.

Zoe set the card on the ground and took a step back. Eva picked it up.

“If I do use this, I highly recommend not touching either of us without sterilization. Even if we’re badly injured.”

With that said, the girl turned and used her false blink down the street. The ‘associate’ remained–glaring if Zoe had to guess–for a moment longer before she sprinted down the street. She jumped straight to a rooftop that Eva blinked to and they were gone.

“You shouldn’t have let them go.”

“I don’t think we had much choice. I have no doubts that the thing next to her was not human. I do have doubts over how much we could have hurt it before it killed us.”

Wayne just grunted. “Come on,” he said, “night’s far from over.”

Zoe followed after him. She kept alert for any movement, but her thoughts were elsewhere.

A mysterious nonhuman associate. A weapon that she kept hidden even when she suspected an attack. A cure for zombie infection.

As long as she did end up not becoming a zombie. She seemed very confident about it, if exhausted.

Zoe let herself smile for the first time that night.

Wayne really had missed out when he let her slip by. Zoe just hoped the trouble Eva caused would be worth it in the end.

— — —

Eva stepped to another rooftop and paused, catching her breath. Arachne caught up a moment later.

Leaning into the spider, Eva sighed. The amount of blood she used drawing the ritual circle wound up taking more out of her than she thought. Combined with slaughtering a town infested with zombies and Eva felt ready to drop.

“You need to take a rest,” Arachne said. “They can finish cleaning the streets.”

Eva picked herself off of Arachne. “No. We’re going to find them.”

“You can barely stand. You may be half demon, but you aren’t a full one yet. You will die if you keep this up.”

“I will be fine. I’ll just avoid using blood magic for a while. I need to practice regular magic anyway.”

Arachne did not look convinced as she slid her mask to the side.

“And I’ll be relying on you,” Eva added.

“As much as I like to hear you say that, I’d rather you head in for the night. If you really want me to, I’ll continue scourging this town of the infected.”

Eva smiled at her concern. It was nice. Touching to have the woman care about her so. “Good thing we decided to get you that full mask. I’d rather have Zoe Baxter thinking of you as just a spooky associate than a demon.”

Arachne side and slid the mask back over her face. “I’m not going to talk you out of this, am I?”

“Try again a few zombies later. I might be more tired then.”

“I didn’t know you cared about the humans in this place enough to strain yourself so.”

Eva frowned at that and gave it a long thought before responding. “I suppose I don’t. Not humans in general anyway. These necromancers hurt my friends and are making a mess of the town I currently call home.” She paused, looking over Arachne for any cues. She found none.

“If I was the one hurt,” Eva continued, “you’d have brought the entire town to rubble until you found the culprit. So don’t say I’m going overboard over a couple of ‘measly humans.’ They’re my friends right now, just like you are. I’d do the same for you.”

Arachne smiled at that. Even with the mask in place, Eva could tell. The twitching of her hair tendrils and the slight tilt of her head gave it away.

How she had gotten to know Arachne so well over the last few months felt odd. Like a twisting in her stomach. She wasn’t sure if it was a good twisting or a bad twisting, but being friends with Arachne had been beneficial, if nothing else. The real twist in her stomach was that she actually meant it when she said they were friends.

Devon always warned her away from even speaking with demons, outside of orders, and definitely disapproved of being friendly. He vehemently disapproved of Arachne’s interest in Eva. Once she started taking interest, Devon sought to keep them apart save for her treatments and a select few jobs.

Eva never saw the harm in it.

Even Ylva, who could kill someone merely by brushing her hand over them, had been very polite to a frightened Eva. She even left a gift. Sure, Eva had apparently given her some great boon, but there was no contract for the gift. Eva foolishly gave the phylactery to the demon. She could have just left and gotten a free boon.

After the experiment ended, what would her master do? Keep her around for observations, surely. Start treating her like one of the demons he summoned? Not if Eva had a choice in the matter.

Eva sighed again and realized Arachne hadn’t said anything. The spider-woman had gone very still. “Something the matter?”

“Are you sure you don’t want to head back?”

“I’m sure. Why?”

Arachne hesitated just a moment before responding. “There’s a group of zombies in the street below. I can hear them.”

Eva went silent to listen. Her hearing wasn’t as good as the spider-woman’s. Still, she could hear faint moaning when she concentrated.

“If you promise to stay here, I’ll go finish them and be back in less than a minute.”

Eva shook her head. “Like I said, I could use practice with regular magic.”

Arachne slumped her shoulders. “Alright,” she said, “but let me carry you down. We don’t want you leaving half yourself behind again.”

“That happened once,” Eva said as the spider woman lifted her into her arms. “I was brand new and panicked at the time.”

“And this time you are very exhausted.” Arachne stepped off the edge of the building. She absorbed all the shock of the landing and set Eva down in one smooth motion.

Eva whipped her arm out and launched a fireball towards the zombies. It came out less as the basketball she envisioned and more as a ping-pong ball. Eva sighed as it sailed right past the group of zombies and dissipated harmlessly against the asphalt.

It did manage get their attention. Unfortunately, their attention went to where the fireball dispersed–in the opposite direction.

Eva shared a glance with Arachne. Despite the mask, she felt the demon was very desperately trying to hold in laughter.

Eva shook her head and concentrated. She pictured a boulder of flame and rock being catapulted against a castle wall. With that image in mind, Eva lobbed another fireball.

The ball slammed into the shoulder of one of the zombies. If the golf ball sized orb did more than singe the flesh, Eva couldn’t tell in the dim light of the street lamps.

Eva sighed. At least the fireball was bigger this time, maybe. If I squinted. “Maybe I’m actually not a fire mage,” she said to Arachne.

The zombie she struck turned around and started shambling towards her. Eva wasn’t worried. They were slow and uncoordinated. The only real danger was them sneaking up and with Arachne at her side, Eva doubted that was possible.

Arachne stuck nearby rather than jumping into the fray. It had been several groups of zombies since she decided sticking by Eva’s side was more important than wanton slaughter. Heartwarming in a way, and here it gave Eva a chance to practice.

She tossed another few fireballs without doing much damage. The other zombies had been attracted by the light. Eva just calmly walked backwards with Arachne at her side.

Zoe Baxter had used a gust of wind to completely remove a zombie’s head. Eva tried the same thing. Sneezing might have done more.

“You’re just not cut out for ‘proper’ magics.”

Eva was sure there was laughter in the demon’s voice. “It is my second month of schooling. I’m sure I’ll get better.”

“May I?” Arachne asked with a gesture towards the approaching zombies.

Eva just nodded her head and stopped walking backwards.

Arachne took a look around before calmly walking forwards and decapitating each one with a swipe of her hands. She did so quickly and without needless gore as she had done with some of the earlier groups. Arachne walked back to Eva’s side.

With the zombies dead, Eva slumped her shoulders and sighed. Maybe her lack of ability was exhaustion. No, not maybe. Definitely.

A nap sounded amazing at the moment. Curling up under some warm blankets with Arachne huddled around her had never sounded better. Alas it was not to be.

A thunder crack put Eva on full alertness. She turned at the noise. A horde of corpses streamed into the street from an alley. They less shambled and more ran.

A similar crack shook the street somewhere behind Eva. Another horde materialized out of thin air.

“These aren’t zombies,” Eva said.

They were more like skeletons that had been shoved into the fresh meat section of a grocery store. Flesh and skin hung off the bones. None of the bones seemed to be from the same creature either. Not a one looked human without heavily squinting your eyes.

They shambled and twisted until Eva was backed against the wall of a building. Arachne kept a few paces in front, flinging any that got too close down the street.

“We need to get out of here,” Arachne said.

Eva couldn’t agree more. She was about ready to step away when the flesh golems stopped. They left about a ten foot ring around her and just stood, staring.

Arachne growled, flexing her claws but not moving forward. She started pacing in front of Eva.

“Well,” a voice above Eva echoed down into the street, “what do we have here?”

Two men stood on a roof looking down at Eva and Arachne. Two spectral hounds flanked them, both barking and growling at the two in the street.

“Two party goers lost out on All Hallow’s Eve,” the skinny one said.

Eva narrowed her eyes. She didn’t doubt for a moment who these two were.

Arachne kept moving around Eva as if expecting one of the flesh golems to lunge at any moment.

“The dogs are saying she was the one at the crypt.”

“She’s the one,” a voice shrieked out. Stephen Toomey stumbled forward past the two men. He collapsed on his knees and pointed the only finger left on his hand at Eva. “I swear. I sold it to the little girl.”

“Oh?” The bulky man stepped to the edge of the roof and looked down. “I have doubts about that pathetic display of fireworks. There were a good hundred skeletons taken out. The dogs might be wrong, or it might be the other woman. If you’re sure you sold the book to her…”

“It’s her. Now please, let me go. I just–”

The blond man clapped Toomey on the back with a friendly smile. “Looks like we won’t be needing to visit the dorms after all.” He stood up, dragging Toomey to his feet by the shirt. “Selling out a schoolgirl in an attempt to save your own life?” He clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “Disgusting.”

He gave just a light push.

Toomey tumbled off the edge of the roof. He let out a short cry before he was silenced. A sickening crunch spread through the air.

“A vain attempt,” the skinny man said with a wide smile.

“Thank you for caring for our tome, but we’ll be taking the book back.”

The flesh golems shuffled back and forth, eager to advance. If they attacked, things could get bad. The spectral dogs would make running more difficult.

Eva leaned back against the wall, trying to look casual, and placed her arms behind her back. “What book?” Eva said with more confidence than she felt.

What book?” The larger man looked to his companion. “Sawyer, you’ve killed the bookkeeper too soon.”

While the man was turned, Eva carefully slipped her dagger out of its sheath. She touched it against her other arm. Blood marbles began forming behind her back.

Her body wasn’t quite at a real danger point. She’d survive enough blood loss to take out the dogs. Maybe the two necromancers if she was lucky. If this turned into a long confrontation, she’d be in trouble.

“She’s lying.” The skinny man’s eyes never left hers. His smile still stretched from ear to ear.

Eva frowned at his words. Why does everyone seem to know when I’m lying.

The man turned back to her and frowned. “You don’t want to test us further. You will regret it. Hand over the book.”

“Oh, I just hand it over and you’ll let me go on my way?”

“Of course not. There are worse things than death, my sweetie.”

“Sweetie?” Eva controlled her voice very carefully. “If we are so familiar, why not introduce yourselves.” She tapered off the flow of blood and healed her cut. Ten marbles totaling about a pint of blood hovered in the small of her back.

“Your last warning. Hand us the book or–”

The skinny one interrupted. “She doesn’t have the book. Obviously.” He managed to roll his eyes without taking them off Eva.

“Take us to the book or–”

“Don’t know where it is,” Eva interrupted. The man seemed to be going a bit red in the face. “Ask your friend if I’m telling the truth.”

The moment his head swung to the side, Eva launched four blood orbs. One at each of the dogs and one at each of the men.

Arachne noticed the orbs whizzing past her. She turned and grabbed Eva, smoothly jumping over the horde of golems without a pause.

Eva barely had time to snap her fingers before Arachne bolted down the street. Over Arachne’s shoulder, she could see the two figures atop the building still standing there. Neither crumpled or appeared to be in pain.

One of the spectral dogs chased after her through the air. It barked and snarled as it closed in faster than Arachne could dash. The other dog was nowhere to be seen.

One out of four isn’t bad, she thought as she launched another two orbs. They passed straight through the dog as if it wasn’t even there. A snap of her fingers and the orbs exploded within. The dog howled and vanished into green motes.

“Dogs are dead,” Eva said to Arachne. “Take me back, I want another shot at the necromancers.”

“No.”

“Arachne?”

“You’re shaking, shivering even, and covered in sweat that wasn’t there before. You need rest.”

Eva held her hand in front of her. She couldn’t hold it steady as much as she tried. Arachne’s running didn’t help. “Shaking and sweating from excitement.”

“Don’t lie to me Eva. Your breathing is ragged. You were supposed to be done with blood magic for the night. I could have dealt with them. Call your teachers if you wish. We’re going back to our home.”

Eva sighed and leaned into Arachne’s shoulder. She didn’t close her eyes. If she fell asleep, no one would be able to keep an eye on pursuers. “Can’t call them. Zoe Baxter has the book. Too dangerous to have her engage.”

“Relax, Eva. We’ll find them again. Maybe we will send Ivonis after them.”

“Oh? Did they introduce themselves to you while I wasn’t looking? I must have missed their names.”

Arachne’s mouth split into a small smile. “Another demon then. I’ll go even. Once you’re safe and rested.”

“We do need to warn Zoe Baxter.” Eva scanned the streets behind Arachne, waiting for someone to show up. “And retrieve the book from her.”

“Shall I hunt her down?”

“No, I have her card. Take us home and we’ll call her there, someplace far away from here.”

“She can teleport, right?”

“It will take us time to get there. Time for the necromancers to vanish.”

“Or cause more problems.”

Eva sighed. She wished her master were here. He’d know what demon to summon to clean up the town.

Maybe he will be at the prison.

— — —

“I just got a pulse from Eva.”

Wayne tensed up immediately.

They hadn’t seen anything for the last half hour. Not a zombie, not another person. The other instructors were still checking in every so often, but it seemed like most of their excitement died down as well.

“Where at?”

“Not sure. About fifty miles outside Brakket.”

“Found the necromancer’s base? Or captured? Worse?”

“Just a moment.” Zoe took her dagger and sliced straight down in front of her. A tear in space widened to a small oval in front of her face. Zoe peered into the pure white of between.

And immediately pulled away, clutching her head.

“Zoe?” Wayne set a firm hand on her shoulder.

She shook him off. “Nothing. Same effect as when trying to look around her runes at the dorms. Which means it is probably a safe area.”

“Safe for her. Or the necromancers use the same thing.”

Zoe attempted scrying again. This time, she picked an area half a mile off. “No protection over here. There’s an unmaintained road leading up to a large black area.” Zoe winced. “The black area is the protected area. It triggers the same effect, though not as bad as when I tried to look in directly.”

“Any people or zombies around?”

“None that I can see from the hill.” Zoe frowned. She tried to avoid looking directly at the black area, but it was huge. “Each one of her rune packets is just enough to cover one room. This place is probably the size of the entire school plus one of the dorm buildings, maybe the other as well.”

“Are we going to go?”

“I’d rather not leave a student in trouble. We can be gone in an instant if it looks dangerous.”

“Unless they’ve got wards set up against that.”

“If we can get in, we can get out.”

Wayne just grumbled. He moved over and peeked into her scrying window.

Zoe readied her dagger and went between. The street fell into a white void and was replaced by a sagebrush filled hillside. Wayne appeared at her side an instant later. Zoe turned, looking out over the area that was covered in darkness.

“A prison.”

“An old one,” Wayne grunted.

“Do we go knock?”

Wayne shrugged and headed down the hill. Zoe followed after him, careful to mind her step down the rough hillside.

As they approached the main gate, Zoe made out the young girl leaning against the bars.

“Eva, are you alright?”

The girl before her looked like she could barely stand on her feet.

“Just tired for the most part. Took you long enough to get here.”

“I couldn’t see into the prison. Your runes, I assume. We were forced to arrive on the hill.”

“When you didn’t show up, I figured it was something like that. I had to come out here to keep you from wandering the prison.”

Wayne took a step forward, peering down at the girl. “Something we shouldn’t see inside?”

“Tons of things,” Eva rolled her eyes, “mostly didn’t want you running into one of my mentor’s wards. You would find that very unpleasant.”

“Unpleasant?”

“Explosively so.”

Wayne growled.

“In any case,” Eva said, “I’m fine. I need the book. Recent events have convinced me that it needs to be destroyed sooner rather than later.”

Zoe did not like the sound of that. “What events?”

“Oh nothing much. Ran into two necromancers. They killed Stephen Toomey right in front of me and had about a hundred flesh golems. They found us with some ghost dogs that were tracking us from when we found out the name of the book.” The black-haired girl smacked her face. She half shouted, “Which is something I didn’t think about until just now.”

The edge in her voice set Zoe on edge as well. Eva rarely was perturbed by anything.

“There is one more person I didn’t tell you who went with us. Well, two, but my mentor’s associate can take care of herself. Juliana on the other hand…”

“You took Juliana with you?” Eva putting herself in danger was one thing. One thing Zoe didn’t like. She couldn’t do much to help it aside from confining Eva to her room. She doubted that would even hold her. Not if she’d set up a home out here with enough facilities to make it livable.

Bringing other students into it was crossing the line.

Not to mention that it was Juliana. Her mother would raze Hell itself if anything happened to her daughter.

“You said there were hordes of skeletons.”

“Not that many.”

“Mr. Carter was injured so badly you haven’t even seen him since.”

“It was just a flesh wound.”

“You said you were lucky to have escaped with your lives.”

“Nothing wrong with a bit of embellishment. You’re making a much bigger deal out of this than you did when it was just me and my mentor.”

“You are wrong about that, Evaleen Spencer.” The girl winced at her full name. Zoe hadn’t forgotten how her father went on about the ‘ungrateful brat who won’t even call herself by her birth name.’ “I remember very distinctly scolding you for a good half hour.”

“Well, we don’t have time for another scolding. If they tracked me down, they might go to the dorms. They might already be there, I escaped from them over an hour ago.”

The young girl looked calm, but she started sweating. In the cold air, that was something of a feat.

Zoe knelt down and placed a hand on Eva’s shoulder. She felt a tremble beneath the shirt. “Eva, calm down. The dorms and school have very thorough alarm wards set up. If anyone were hurt or even taken somewhere against their will, all teachers would know instantly. Nothing has happened yet.

“Professor Twillie along with a full complement of local police are watching over it. Wayne,” she glanced at her companion, “will head over and check on Juliana.”

Eva nodded and looked at Wayne. “Shalise was injured at the party earlier. Bitten by a zombie.”

Zoe couldn’t help but gasp. Wayne shifted.

“She’s fine, not contagious nor infected.” Eva held up her hands. “Though you may not believe that when you see her injuries. We thought about taking her to the hospital, but Juliana believed that would be a bad place to go on a night like tonight. She’s hopped up on potions and being watched over by Juliana.”

“More of your zombie immunity potion?” He made his disbelief clear in his tone.

Eva nodded.

Wayne grunted and vanished.

“Now, Eva, we are going to talk about everything that happened tonight.”

“I’d rather get to destroying dangerous books and then bed. I am feeling a very bad headache coming on.”

“Eva.” Zoe gave the girl a hard glare. “We are going to talk about everything. People died tonight. I had to rekill two students. This is not okay.”

The girl tried to shake her hand off, but Zoe kept a firm grip on her shoulder.

“None of that is my fault. I am not a necromancer. I didn’t bring them here. I warned you that Halloween was a dangerous day.”

“I know. I’m not blaming you. You are more involved in this than anyone else save for the missing Mr. Carter, that is why we will talk.” Zoe gave her a smile and a squeeze on her shoulder before releasing her. “Are you going to invite me in?”

Eva shuffled her feet and shifted her eyes away from Zoe. “There are no good areas to host guests outside of very heavily protected wards. Well, there are, but you probably won’t like solitary.”

“And you can’t key me into the wards?”

“I… could. We talked about incriminating things already once. A similar idea applies here.”

Zoe didn’t respond to that. She already had an idea of what the elusive Mr. Carter was into. The ‘associate’ of his that had been with Eva earlier was another piece to the puzzle. There were few humanoid creatures that could move and jump the way it did.

“My office then,” Zoe said.

“That’s…” Eva put her hand to her forehead. “I’d much rather stay here. I’m quite confident in my wards and their ability to repel even very powerful creatures. Not to mention A–my mentor’s associate will get antsy if she finds me missing. She may become… unpredictable.”

“Eva. I am willing to look over Mr. Carter’s demonic associations.” Eva snapped her head up, eyes wide. So easy to read, Eva. “So long as Mr. Carter truly means no harm to anyone and keeps his…” Zoe ground her teeth, “things under control. And is against the necromancers currently assailing our town.”

There were another hundred stipulations Zoe should add to the list. She’d have to report this to… to someone. Whatever Mr. Carter was, he was against the necromancers. The enemy of my enemy is my enemy’s enemy. And I will use that enemy to defeat my enemies.

“For now,” Zoe added. She’d think of how to break Eva away from the man after their current crisis was over. Eva mentioned the man saved her from death. That surely created a strong connection.

“As amusing as your baseless accusations are, they aren’t the only issue. The anti-zombie potion kept me from becoming a zombie, but it has left me with massive headaches, shaking, sweating, and general exhaustion. I am in no state to speak on anything tonight.”

Zoe looked the girl over again. She hadn’t moved from leaning against the metal. The sweat she had thought to be from worry over Juliana hadn’t stopped. The girl was telling the truth about this, at least.

“First thing in the morning. I will be at this gate as the sun rises. If you are not here, I’ll hunt you down. Confidence in your wards or not, all wards can be broken.”

“That is grim, but agreeable.”

“I wouldn’t hunt you down to kill you, Eva, if that is what you are thinking.”

“Not that, that my wards might be brought down. Still, even if someone hammered against them all night, I should be fine. I’ll have someone watching over me as I sleep.”

Zoe frowned at that, but didn’t say anything. Baby steps, she told herself. She pulled out another business card. “Just if anything happens.”

“Don’t aimlessly wander through the prison, you might not survive.”

“I appreciate the warning.”

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A hot fire burned away the cold October air. It crackled and warmed the young instructor’s office. The professor sat in her chair, calmly reading through a thin book as the red flames scorched the walls of her fireplace.

Zoe Baxter sighed and snapped her book shut. She tossed it into a pile of similar books and grabbed the next book on her stack. It slipped from her tired fingers and clattered to the floor. Zoe didn’t bother to pick it up. If the pile of worthless books was any indication, it wouldn’t help anyway. She moved on to the next book in the stack.

There were no records to be found of any books, tomes, or grimoires titled Exanimis de Mortuum.

It didn’t help that Eva’s description had been so vague. There were apparently no words on the cover, just a pentagram with a man inside it. Its effects were to shield souls from Death. Randolph Carter had recognized it almost instantly from the cover alone.

Randolph Carter suffered some sort of injury while finding the cover of the grimoire. He promptly vanished presumably to find a way to heal himself. That’s what Eva said, in any case. Zoe hadn’t seen the man since their first meeting over a month ago now. Eva said that her only instructions were for the book to be destroyed.

And therein lay the heart of her current problem.

The book was proving impossible to damage.

Zoe thought there might have been a hint or directions for its disposal, but she couldn’t find a reference to it anywhere. There was no word on any alternate names it might go by and Zoe couldn’t even ask because of Carter’s disappearance.

She had tried the standard methods for eliminating dangerous objects, but none worked. The disguised cover, Resplendent Mysteriis, had long since been destroyed. It was the bulk of the black pages that refused any attempts at destruction.

Eva made her impatience clear. She only got more nervous as time elapsed. The phases of the moon bothered her as did the upcoming Halloween. They passed the day of the new moon without incident, but even Zoe was apprehensive about Halloween.

If she couldn’t find a way to destroy the book by the thirty-first, she was very seriously considering handing it over to Eva.

The girl was strongly convinced that she could destroy the book where Zoe had failed. She said that it was her who destroyed the phylactery they stole earlier in the year. That Eva refused to speak of what methods she would use and refused to allow Zoe to watch both lent credence to her claims as well as disturbed Zoe.

There was little doubt that Randolph Carter used magics more obscure than proper thaumaturgy. Those obscure magics generally fell into one of two categories: light and dark. If the man was a practitioner of light magic then Zoe would eat kiviak for a month straight.

Zoe tossed another book on the pile. None of them were helping and the few left unread in the stack likely wouldn’t either. She stood up and paced around her small office.

Other help could be called in, of course. Several groups were known to fight this sort of thing. Any of them would cause a big stir about the whole situation that the academy simply didn’t need right now. She was lucky that none of the three students involved in this mess raised a fuss about it.

Of course, Shalise didn’t have anyone to raise a fuss to. Not that the girl knew of anyway. Juliana wouldn’t dare tell her mother more than she already had. Genoa had had several words for Zoe about her daughter’s activities over the summer and none of those words were very kind.

Eva not only had no one to tell but also was the primary maker of trouble.

Finder of trouble, Zoe corrected. Whatever necromancers got their roots in the town were the makers of trouble.

A chime rang through the office. Zoe stopped pacing with a sigh. The students would arrive soon and she hardly got any sleep the night before. She definitely made no progress with the book.

She glared at the book that was sitting deep in her roaring fireplace. It happily soaked up the flames without suffering a single singe. Zoe flicked her dagger, extinguishing the flames, and dropped the book back to between. At least there it should be safe from theft and mostly immutable.

Through the one-way wall, Zoe could see her classroom already filling with students. Her three sat together with Wayne’s two and the Coggins twins. The seven seemed good friends, at least while they were in class. It might not be a good idea to encourage it out of class. That might also encourage the others to get involved with the more sordid goings on.

Governor Anderson finding out about even the zombies could shut down the school. Zoe wasn’t sure how Wayne convinced the man to send his only son to Brakket and she didn’t want to jeopardize that.

Zoe took a quick look in the mirror in her office. She straightened out her hair and smoothed down her suit. It was the same suit as yesterday. Student’s at Brakket alternated classes, so she wouldn’t see many people from the day before. Even if she did, she doubted they would notice. Zoe had a lot of suits, after all. With a flick of her dagger, a bit of air magic freshened her up.

Confident in her appearance, Zoe turned to the door separating her from her classroom. She paused, watching through the one-way wall. One of her students, a Mr. Bradley, just set a sickly green sphere at the base of her lectern. He pulled out his wand and cast a spell on it. It shimmered and blended into the background.

The ball was easily recognizable as a joke item from Sorcerous Shenanigans by the double S logo on its side. She couldn’t be sure what this specific one did, but she didn’t intend to find out.

What interested her more was the spell. It wasn’t an invisibility enchantment, but chameleon was the next best thing and still a third year spell at best. Impressive, but always a shame when students put efforts into jokes rather than schoolwork. Still, more than one of her students had gone on to be very successful despite terrible school performance.

She waited until Mr. Bradley had returned to his seat before opening the door. With barely a motion of her dagger, she dropped the camouflaged ball between. In the same stride, Zoe twitched her wrist to cause it to reappear just under Mr. Bradley’s desk.

Zoe reached her lectern and glanced slowly over the entire class. She doubted a single one of them had noticed; most weren’t even looking at the lectern when the sphere was placed. Mr. Bradley, at the very least, had an eager grin on his face.

She met his grin with her usual mirthless face. One thing she learned and mastered as she got older was never to let on when you held all the cards.

Today’s class was bound to be a fun one.

— — —

“I’m just saying that Jason got what he deserved,” Max said. The three seats across the table were ruthlessly splattered with some kind of brown beef mush. Everyone quickly learned to leave them empty. The only danger came when he looked around.

Shalise frowned at the gross display of wasted food. Not to mention the gross display itself. She half thought that Max took twice as much food as everyone else solely because it ended up on the seats and table. Such a waste.

Restaurants threw away food by the truck load. Tons of good food tossed at the end of every day. They’d lock the dumpsters to keep vagrants out of it. Even Brakket Academy had to throw away tons of leftovers so she knew it was a petty thing to focus on. There was just something different when it happened right in front of her.

She sighed, tuning the conversation out.

Learning magic was supposed to be fun. Classes were fun. Hanging out with friends was fun. It was the bits that came after that put a damper on things.

All this necromancer and zombie business Juliana and Eva spent half their time talking about scared Shalise. Whatever little adventure they went on two weeks ago only made things worse. They came back talking about skeletons and a grimoire that needed to be destroyed.

Skeletons, Shalise could understand. She hadn’t bothered to ask what a grimoire was; the answer was probably worse than her imagination.

She imagined quite terrible things. From spells worse than raising zombies or skeletons to horrible creatures seemingly made of nothing but tentacles and mouthes. Shalise had no idea where that last thought came from, but it occupied her nightmares since hearing the word, grimoire.

Her nightmares were nothing compared to Juliana’s. Shalise was sure that her roommate hadn’t slept for three days straight. She tossed and turned all night until it was finally time to head to school. Until the third day, that is; they got home from school and Juliana flopped onto her bed. She didn’t move until Shalise woke her up the next morning.

Since then, Juliana had very restless sleep, but she slept.

Eva, on the other hand, slept like a baby. She worried about something, Shalise could tell, but it wasn’t whatever kept Juliana up at night. Eva wrapped up in her spider’s arms–or legs, rather–and slept until her alarm went off.

A poke in her side made Shalise half scream. She glared over at the culprit.

“You were off daydreaming,” a smiling Jordan said. “You better be careful. Shadow creatures lurk daydreams and eat intruders.”

“Don’t listen to him,” Irene said as she elbowed the smile off Jordan’s face. “Everyone knows shadow creatures lurk in the shadows, duh. Fae are the ones who invade daydreams.”

“I suppose you’d know more than I do,” Jordan said a bit sarcastically in Shalise’s opinion, if in good humor.

Shalise smiled at the byplay. Their little group knew nothing of what troubled dorm room three-thirteen. Shalise had a good amount of envy for them. They could joke and laugh without worrying about monsters in the shadows.

If she hadn’t known about the necromancers, Shalise might be joking and laughing with them. Instead she was discovering her potential as an air mage. Aerotheurge, she was told, was the proper name. Her lightning bolts might be better called sparks and her whirlwinds more of a breath of air, but she had thrown herself full into it.

Without that she might not have learned how to enhance her senses. It was just a slight thing. Professor Baxter assured her it would get better in time until she never wanted to turn the spell off. Shalise felt she was far past that point. Dark lightened, distances lessened, sounds became far more distinguishable, smells changed similarly to sounds, touch and taste also enhanced though less so. None of it literally, it was all perception.

She wasn’t sure why air changed her eyes, taste, or touch. Professor Baxter said it was just a nuance of the spell. Each of the four elements had their own versions of the same spell. Earth mages would increase their strength and toughness while water mages increased their flexibility and agility. Fire mages actually increased the speed of their thought. It sounded amazing, though Professor Baxter said it was the hardest to learn of all. For a master of pyrokinesis, a single minute could be ten minutes of thought.

“And she’s gone again,” Jordan said.

“Straight to lala land,” Irene agreed.

Much faster than Shalise could think, apparently.

“We better save her from those terrible fae.”

Irene grew a terrible grin. “If one poke failed, think two might work?”

“Worth a shot,” Jordan said.

Shalise clamped her hands over her hips. “Not this time,” she said.

Irene put on a fake pout before breaking into light chuckles.

“Now that I have all your attentions,” Jordan said with a glance at each of the three-thirteen girls. “There is going to be a party on Halloween. We were wondering if you three wanted to join us.”

Shalise did not miss the glance Eva and Juliana shared across the table. She hadn’t forgotten Eva’s theory about some mass ritual happening on Halloween. Didn’t they discard that theory? The book wasn’t some ritual component.

Either way, Shalise wasn’t going to let fear–theirs or her own–ruin her school life or keep her from having fun with Irene, Jordan, and the rest. “I’ll go,” she said.

Slowly, Eva and Juliana nodded and agreed to go as well. Good. They’ve been spending too much time worrying. Maybe a bit of fun will help.

“Excellent,” Jordan said. “It is at The Vertex right in the entertainment plaza. Shouldn’t be hard to find.”

“I’ve never been to a real party before. Anything I should know?”

“Never one?” Irene asked.

Shalise shook her head. “Just some things with some of my family.”

“Well, costumes are allowed. Encouraged even. Apart from that,” Irene shrugged, “just have fun, I guess.”

“Right. I can do fun. Hopefully. What are you dressing as?”

“Ah-ah,” Jordan said, “that would ruin the surprise.”

Shalise nodded.

Skeletons and zombies were right out as costumes. What else was there? Vampires, perhaps. Were vampires real? Did they care that tons of people dressed up as them?

Probably not. Shalise didn’t think she’d care if she were a vampire. If even half the legends were true then they were old, powerful, and had mostly apathy for mortals. Maybe she’d go as one of them.

She’d check with Juliana and Eva first and make sure she wasn’t about to get killed for insulting powerful creatures.

— — —

Arachne fumed.

Halloween was supposed to be their day.

The one day a year, before this year at least, that Arachne got to spend with her Eva without Devon hounding her.

It was true they had been spending every day and every night together for the past few months, but Halloween was still their day. Halloween was the one day outside of Eva’s treatments or the rare job they both were taken on that Arachne saw Eva.

Pop.

The cow’s skull exploded in her hand. Blood, viscera, and brains splattered over her. The rest oozed to the ground.

She reveled in it.

The smell calmed her. The blood dripping off of her was cathartic in a way that only blood could be.

Arachne wanted more.

And she got it.

A fat pig cowered in the back of its pen. As well it should. Arachne imagined its squeals were those of the fat pig that hung off her master’s friends like a leech.

She held it still with extra legs that sprouted from her back. She stroked it. Patted it. She calmed it until the squeals ceased.

Two sharp fingers dug into its eye sockets. And it screamed.

Arachne listened to the pleasant shrieks even as she liberated its insides from the cruel prison they were trapped in. She waited until the last twitches of the fat creature died down and then turned to find another stress release.

She had told Eva that she was heading back to the prison to see if Devon had returned. And she would. Later.

Now Arachne was having too much fun.

The skeletons had been a decent workout, no matter how much her Eva worried about the superficial wounds they gave Arachne. It was nice having the concern without Eva being upset at causing the wounds. Even if the concern was completely misplaced.

Arachne had lived forever and she would live forever more.

That was the main reason she had run for five hours to find this remote farm. Hurting the people her Eva perceived as friends would never be forgiven. Arachne knew that.

That was not something she wanted to risk.

Arachne stepped over the six corpses lying around the field. A squish sounded as she crushed the stomach of a headless lamb.

The little girl who accepted the party invitation bothered Arachne the most. If she hadn’t been there, Arachne would be walking around the room like normal. If she hadn’t been there, this Halloween party wouldn’t be a thing.

Arachne clacked her claws together. Her bloodlust subsided along with her anger as a sudden thought occurred to Arachne.

Uh-uh. This could work. A grin revealed her sharp teeth. Not every mistake is a foolish one, even when the little girl was nothing but a fool.

This was a costume party. Arachne could go. She couldn’t walk in with her Eva. Too many questions about a sudden extra friend. Eva would be met at the party.

And what do humans do at parties? They dance.

Her grin spread wider. Oh yes, they dance. Arachne never once had danced with Eva. That would change this Halloween. It would still be their night. There just might be other people around.

Other people would see her magnificence just like Juliana had. That girl acted differently since the skeleton cave. She now looked at Arachne with a bit of respect and a lot of trepidation. Not once had the girl called her harmless.

The few times they had spoken while Arachne was in her usual form left Arachne with the impression that the girl had become frightened of her. She spoke politely, but never at any length.

And that suited Arachne just fine. She had no desire to speak to anyone but her Eva. And occasionally Devon if he was needed.

Though, Arachne thought, maybe I will say thanks to the little sheep who accepted the invite. The thought of dancing with Eva threw Arachne into a jovial mood. The thought of terrifying the little girl while appearing polite and even courteous in front of her Eva only added to that.

Her grin left her ears as it slipped into a slight frown.

The corpses would be a mess to clean up. Even then, the animals would be found missing. Arachne didn’t want to raise any suspicions even several hours away at her top sprint.

It might delay her returning to the dorms, but this was her mess to clean up. They had wolves in Montana right? Or lions? She’d dump a few of them around the farm. They would eat at least some of the corpses. The crushed skulls wouldn’t even be looked at. Humans never looked farther than the obvious answers.

Arachne bit what passed for her lips.

Yeah. That will work.

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Classes at Brakket were far more interesting than any class at a non magical school. That was simply by virtue of most classes having magic flying around them. The teachers themselves weren’t all that different. Class might be better if Eva had been more new to the whole magic scene.

The school building itself was a boring affair. Eva felt sure it was built by regular people. None of the rooms even had the oddities that the dorm study rooms had.

The only exception to this was the courtyard. The building was a ring with a large three-story section to one end. The center held a massive forest that was given the wildly inaccurate title of the Infinite Courtyard.

Trees, plants, bushes, benches, grass, even large ponds and hills all fit in the courtyard. Bridges arced over streams, huge weeping willows hung over the dirt paths. Birds chirped and flittered about. Other animals occasionally stalked within sight of the pathways. Eva was almost sure she saw a cait si at one point.

As you went further into the courtyard, space expanded. Apparently the dead center was several miles away from any part of the building. There were paths set up to go along the edges before the space really expanded, and all the paths had signs stating the nearest part of the building.

Had she known about it during the summer, she might have explored it a bit. There was bound to be something interesting left behind by previous students.

Weekends were a possibility depending on homework situation. Unfortunately, she now had class during most of the week. A young mage named Yuria Something-or-other stood at the front of Eva’s current class. She was almost as young as Zoe Baxter, but missed the title of the youngest by just two years.

“This class will be on a rotation. Mages tend to have one element they can cast very well, almost effortlessly, two elements that they are adequate at, and one they might be lucky to cast a single spell from.

“So don’t be discouraged if you cannot cast whatever spell we’re attempting for the lesson. I myself am a class two water mage.” She moved her wand to her other hand and a globe of water hovered above her hand. “The schedule is set up so that Professor Calvin of your general magic class will take over for fire spells. He’s a class one fire mage so he’s more than qualified.”

Eva had no idea what her elemental affinity was. Juliana had been teaching her elementary earth magic, which she seemed alright at. She could move around dirt inside a small pot. Enough to dig a hole and drop a seed into at the very least.

If asked before Yuria’s lesson, she would have said chaos was her affinity. That was apparently not an option. Chaos and order were considered universal magic. No one was especially good or poor at either.

Professor Calvin’s general magic class taught spells not considered part of any of the six schools of magic along with some very simple order and chaos spells.

The first spell involved breaking an object into its base elements. Not periodic elements but the magical elements. They were each given a rock to turn into a crystal of pure earth magic.

“It takes concentration and time, but it is an essential spell for alchemy and is usually not found difficult by new students. Reducing an object is an excellent way to get a feel for magic and how it moves through you and into your wands and then to the stone itself.”

He went through the process, instructing them to visualize their rock turning into pure earth. “You’ll feel a tingle in your gut moving out to your arm. That is you channeling magic into your wand. You’ll then channel from your wand to the rock itself, all in one smooth action, while visualizing your end goal.”

Eva tried it without her wand until she started seeing results, then attempted it with her wand. It felt faster and smoother without her wand, though that could be just that she was used to no foci. Eva was considering not using the wand at all, it seemed an unnecessary liability and just an extra step for what she could do on her own.

It took the entire class period, but Eva managed to turn a regular stone into a shiny green crystal.

Juliana had a green crystal in front of her in less than half the time; a combination of experience and earth being her elemental affinity, according to her. She then moved to Shalise to walk her through the process, earning the approval of Professor Calvin as he assisted the rest of the twenty or so students.

Shalise didn’t seem to catch on near as quick. It was understandable. She only started doing real magic for the first time over the last week when Juliana taught her to dig holes in a pile of sand. Still, she wound up with several green crystals growing out of her rock.

Jordan sat behind Eva’s table along with Shelby and Max. He and Shelby got their crystals with time to spare, if only barely. Even with both their assistance, Max managed less transformation than Shalise.

Irene had been exiled to another table on account of there being only three chairs per. She managed to reduce her crystal almost as fast as Juliana and then proceeded to assist her partners with their own reduction.

The rest of the class had mixed results. Most managed at least a few green crystals, but some had nothing to show for an hour’s worth of efforts.

“I’m just saying, I don’t think it was as simple as you all make it out to be,” Max said as he spewed half chewed sandwich bits across the table.

Eva shot Shelby a pitying look as the poor girl wiped her face with a napkin once again. But the girl had been insistent on sitting next to Jordan. That Max had decided to sit across from him was simply bad luck. She made a mental note to never sit across from Max during mealtimes.

They had all met up after Professor Calvin’s class for lunch. The school gave them the choice between ham sandwiches and some kind of cheese soup Eva wasn’t about to touch. The smell drifting over from Shalise’s bowl almost made Eva gag.

“Shalise never touched a wand before last week and she managed way more than you,” Juliana said, “did you even try any magic during summer?”

“Hey,” he said, turning his spittle in Juliana’s direction. Luckily for her, she seemed to be out of range. “I managed to keep a leaf aloft on nothing but air. It isn’t my fault I was born to parents that barely heard of magic, let alone practiced it.”

“To be fair,” Jordan spoke up, “we were preoccupied over the summer with all the homework Mr. Lurcher gave in his alchemy seminars.” He turned towards Eva and said, “I’m surprised we didn’t see you there, with all your potions you had before school.”

“To be perfectly honest, none of the seminars seemed designed for people who hadn’t already had some schooling. I only went to Zoe Baxter’s seminar because she basically ordered us to.”

“He did the same to us, though I can’t disagree with that. Half of it was over my head and I thought I knew something about brewing.” Jordan slumped back in his seat. “And he made us do the homework while it was optional for everyone else.”

“Professor Baxter never gave homework,” Juliana said, “I’m not sure if I should be glad or disappointed. Summer was exceedingly dull. It might have occupied some time, at the very least.”

Eva shook her head. “I’m glad she didn’t. I wouldn’t have been able to read near as many books if she had.”

“Not to mention your other activities,” Juliana said.

“Other activities?” Irene asked. She leaned forward to see around Max’s bulk.

“Eva would sneak out once or twice a week and spend the night somewhere else.”

“I didn’t sneak out. I’d always tell you or leave a note.”

“Oh,” Irene perked up, “a little rendezvous with a mysterious stranger? Who is the lucky guy?”

“Just Rach,” Eva said. “I’m sure you remember her.” She didn’t miss the frown that crossed Shalise’s face, nor the slight paling that Shelby went through. Arachne herself wiggled slightly beneath her shirt at the mention of her nickname.

The spider-demon didn’t like the name. Eva didn’t like it much either, but she thought it up spur of the moment when she decided not to say Arachne’s full name in front of other people. Too late to change it now.

Irene leaned back. She hadn’t been near as afraid of the spider on their first encounter as her twin. Still, Eva didn’t think she was very fond of Arachne. “I don’t think I want to know,” she said.

The conversation died for a minute before turning back to magic, mostly how bad Max performed during their general magic class. A chime rang throughout the school and the group packed up.

Their final two classes of the day were held out in the inner courtyard, though not far enough from the building for them to have to walk several miles. The two classes offered the ecology portion of their schooling.

Their first stop looked more like a zoo than anything. A shorter man named Bradley Twillie taught the wildlife portion of ecology. Sadly, their first day consisted of listening to the man go over safety procedures in a small lecture room outside the zoo itself.

The students were never to enter a creature’s habitat without both his presence and his permission. They were never even to enter the zoo part without his guidance. If a student found themselves in a habitat, say by falling in, then they were not to antagonize whatever creature lived within. If that creature was hostile and looked about ready to attack, the student was allowed to defend themselves, but only using minimal force.

He seemed to go over that last bit very reluctantly. Bradley Twillie came across as a man who cared far more for the animals than the students.

They never even got to enter the zoo before the timid instructor dismissed them.

Franklin Kines, on the other hand, seemed very passionate about his subject. He also was ready to get the students into a hands on lesson. Unfortunately, his subject was the plant life portion of ecology.

The first lesson consisted of half safety instructions, though they were rushed through with the excuse that anything dangerous would get special attention during the lesson. The other half ended up being hands on in a greenhouse. Hands on dandelions.

If there were anything different or magical about these dandelions than the kind seen around every lawn in the spring and summer, Eva couldn’t tell.

“The dandelion is not magical in the slightest,” Professor Kines said after a few students grumbled about the plant. “However, in gardening it is very important. Because it is nonmagical, it doesn’t affect magical plants as they grow. It can be planted as a companion to an absurd number of more magical plants.”

Professor Kines whipped his wand at a dandelion. It sprung from the soil and turned over, showing a thick, lengthy root. “Its root brings up nutrients for shallower plants as well as adding minerals to the soil. It releases a gas that helps other plants to mature. On top of all that, it works very well to attract pollinators.”

His speech did nothing to make the actual tending to dandelions more interesting. Eva glared at the clock, as if that would make it go any faster. Eventually, the chime rung and class was dismissed.

“Hopefully we get into some more interesting plants,” Max said as they headed back to the dorms.

Eva couldn’t agree more.

The next day started them off with Zoe Baxter’s magical theory class. The stern woman sat on top of her lectern until class had filled in the seats.

She started off launching a lightning bolt at a wall with a wand. Eva noted with satisfaction that half the class jumped as the thunder crashed around them. The half that didn’t jump were the ones who attended the instructor’s seminars.

She then set her wand on her desk and repeated the motion. A few of the class flinched as if another lightning bolt would spring from her hand. Most didn’t.

“Who can tell me why I cannot cast a lightning bolt without a wand?” She looked straight at Eva, but called on a different student. “Mr. Dewey.”

“A lightning bolt can be cast without a wand. You just require an alternate focus to focus your magic.”

“Pedantic, Mr. Dewey, but wrong.

“Foci are improperly named. A more correct name would be ‘storage device’ or something along those lines. Foci do less focusing and more storing of a mage’s magic until the magic has reached a sufficient point to exert the mage’s will upon reality.”

She glanced around the class as if expecting a rebuttal. None came and her lips quirked into a small smile as she slipped off her lectern. “Humans, or at least human mages, can process magic at a truly alarming rate. More so than any magical creature I know of save about three. Perhaps Mr. Twillie could add to that, but I can’t.” At a slight shuffling of students, Zoe added, “rest assured that humans are magical creatures. If we weren’t, we wouldn’t be able to do any magic at all.

“The problem with humans is that we have no ability to store that magic. Imagine for a moment that you need to count to ten to cast a spell. Seems easy, right?” She glanced around the silent class. “Now, imagine that every time you add one number, you have to subtract two, to a limit of zero. It becomes impossible to count in that situation. That is what human magic is like.

“A wand does not negate the subtraction aspect. Every time you count to one, that one gets pushed into your wand and you go back to zero. Rather than counting to ten, you count to one, ten times.” She whipped out her wand and threw another lightning bolt at the wall almost instantly. “Obviously, humans do this very rapidly.”

“Mr. Anderson,” Zoe said, nodding.

Eva looked behind her just in time to see Jordan lowering his hand.

“Many magical creatures do not need wands or other foci, they store magic on their own then?”

“Excellent question, Mr. Anderson. Let us take elves as an example. They are among the three magical creatures I mentioned earlier that process magic at very high speeds. Around human like, if not higher. However, their blood has the ability to store this magic and expel it as a focus would for humans. Essentially, their blood is their focus.

“Goblins, on the other hand, produce magic at a very slow rate. Their blood can not only store the magic, but because of a unique physiology, they can retain the magic as well. A newborn goblin won’t be able to cast the simplest of spells whereas a hundred year old goblin will have had a hundred years of storing up magic. Never underestimate an old goblin, they will likely lay waste to all around them with a snap of their fingers.

“Because of these traits, elves might find use in foci, or at least be able to use one. A goblin never would.”

Eva sat back and absorbed the rest of the lesson. She had a brief thought on whether this was how Zoe Baxter normally started her first year class or if she had specifically chosen this lesson for Eva. It seemed like a good first lesson; foci were integral for magic use and throwing lightning bolts was a good way to garner attention. It was the not infrequent glances Zoe gave Eva that irked her suspicions.

When the chimes rang for the end of class, Eva half expected to be told to stay after. Zoe did no such thing. She dismissed the class and went to clearing the whiteboard of diagrams on how foci worked.

That didn’t stop Eva from half sneaking out of the class.

Alari Carr welcomed the students into her history class with a chipper attitude. Rather than start with a lesson, Professor Carr had the students go around and introduce themselves.

There was always that one teacher, Eva thought. Most of the rest of the class seemed to share her opinion if the groans were anything to go by. Still, the class went ahead and did their introductions with a single fact about themselves.

Juliana Rivas introduced herself with mentioning that her mother used to be a mage-knight. That got a few awes from the class. Shalise Ward offered up that she was the eldest of six siblings.

Eva stood up as her turn came around. “My name is Eva,” she said, “and I am fairly well versed in the art of runes.” She ignored the handful of snickers and retook her seat.

The rounds came to Jordan’s group. He introduced himself as Jordan Anderson, son of Alex and Lydia, two high-ranking people in the magical government. Why he went to such a disreputable school as Brakket went unsaid.

Maximilian Weston was the youngest of three brothers, neither of whom were magically adept. Shelby Coggins used the fact that she was twins with Irene, much to the latter’s displeasure. Apparently she wanted to use that. Instead Irene said that she could play the piano.

Introductions continued around the room until they ended at Timothy Dewey who was descended from John Dewey. He neglected to mention who that was or why it was significant. Eva supposed if he was important, she could probably find him in the library.

The chime rang and Eva couldn’t be happier. Hopefully the next history class had less touchy-feely crap.

They sat down together for lunch, a choice between pizza with some kind of pitch black sauce and chicken nuggets. Eva chose the pizza. The sauce was a bit salty, but not bad.

Everyone else picked the chicken nuggets.

“I didn’t know you knew runes,” Irene said.

Juliana replied before Eva could finish chewing her pizza. “What do you think is in those black envelopes stuck to your ceiling?”

“I never thought about it. Some sort of enchanted trinket, I assumed.”

“Black envelopes?” Jordan asked with a quirked eyebrow.

“Just a little girl’s secret,” Shelby said with a wink.

Lunch ended and they headed off to their final class.

Alchemy was the only class that the freshmen had in the three-story wing of the building, though it was on the first floor. The alchemy lab was completely modernized. Fume cupboards lined the walls. Counters in the center had full sinks as well as small pipes poking up out of the edges.

Wayne Lurcher sat at the front desk, reading a book until the students filed in.

With four seats around each counter, Irene took a seat next to Eva rather than the group she had been sitting with in the other classes.

The chime rang signaling the start of class. Professor Lurcher snapped his book shut with a crack.

“Some of you may have heard the term alchemy used alongside things like gold, transmutation, eternal life, and potions. And potions may be associated with cauldrons and crones. Sadly, few of these things constitute proper alchemy these days.

“Transmutation,” he flicked his wand at a stone resting on his desk which turned shiny and silver, “is done with a wand in modern thaumaturgy. Gold is illegal to create or transmute, and not actually that hard. Eternal life still eludes us, but solutions for that issue are commonly thought to come from other areas these days. Potion brewing is about the only element left of traditional alchemy, and that has modernized far from the bubbling cauldron archetype.”

He walked up and down the aisles as he spoke. This was the longest single period Eva had ever heard Wayne Lurcher speak for. All of her other interactions with him had been barely five words that always seemed to be given grudgingly.

A small bit of her wondered if he just liked alchemy enough to talk about it, or if it was just his role as an instructor he was getting into.

“Like many of your classes this week, we will be discussing safety in the lab. Fume cupboards, precise measuring tools, goggles, and gloves have all increased the safety of even the more dangerous experiments we will be attempting. That does not make them safe.”

Class ended just as he finished assigning homework. The only teacher to do so on the first day. The homework consisted of writing an essay on the safety procedure during a hypothetical emergency such as a potion burning through a fume cupboard and being released into the main room.

Eva was at a bit of a loss. Neither she nor her master ever had any of the safety equipment and yet never had any major problems. Their equipment was far more outdated than the advanced lab materials the classroom had. Eva supposed he might have been required to go over all the safety rules by some school board.

Or maybe they would just work on far more dangerous potions than she and her master ever had. If that was the case, Eva very much looked forward to the class.

The group headed back to the dorms. They all gathered together in the astronomer’s study room to work out their first bit of homework.

It wasn’t actually that difficult of an assignment. Wayne Lurcher said the essay should be as long as it needed to be and left everything up to their own devices. Most of it simply consisted of restating the safety procedures they went over in class.

Still, it was a time-consuming endeavor. They almost missed the hours for the dorm’s dinner. They completed their meal in a jovial mood and parted ways. First with Jordan and Max, then with Irene and Shelby.

When Eva got to her door, she found a hunched over master sitting on a bench outside her room. He looked up at the group’s arrival.

Juliana immediately tensed and brought her wand out.

Eva waved her off. “Don’t worry. I know him.”

The blond lowered her wand but did not put it away, nor did she relax.

“This is my mentor, Randolph Carter.” She gestured towards man wrapped up in a brown trench coat. “Mentor, this is Shalise and Juliana.”

Shalise gave a hesitant nod. Juliana remained still with her wand out.

“Charmed,” he said in a voice that was anything but.

“It has been a week, have you found something already?”

“Not exactly. Next Friday evening we might be able to check some of your issues out. Meet me at,” his eyes flicked over Juliana and Shalise, “the place.”

He turned and stalked off. He got to the window at the end of the hallway and stepped out to the ground below.

“He seems friendly,” Juliana said as they entered their room.

“Oh yeah, real softhearted that one.”

Shalise dropped her bag on her desk. She turned back to Eva, leaning against her chair. “That was about the necromancers then?”

“I’d assume so. Guess I won’t know until Friday.”

Shalise frowned, but nodded. “I hope it is good news.” She gathered up some clothes from the drawers beneath her bed. “Unless either of you have objections, I’ll shower first.”

Neither girl said anything.

Shalise slipped into the shower.

Juliana stared at Eva. She waited, just staring.

Eva shuffled to her desk and pulled out a paper, trying her best to ignore the blond’s gaze. She had been working on a new version of the privacy runes. The new sheets should cover the entire main room so she wouldn’t have to do four copies for every customer the next time the runes wore out. Their business had gone a bit too well; Eva doubted she would have time for all of them with school going on.

The moment the shower water started, Juliana whispered in Eva’s ear. She had moved right next to Eva without her noticing. “Take me with you,” she said.

“What?”

“I want to fight these necromancing scumbags too. You’ve seen me against Professor Baxter. You know I can fight.”

“You lose against Zoe Baxter. Every time.”

“I do better than you do.”

“I wouldn’t lose at all if–” Eva cut herself off, biting her lip.

A silence hung in the hair between them. Only the sound of flowing shower water filled the air.

Eventually Juliana sighed.

“I know you have secrets,” she said. “There’s no way you get taken on bounty hunting jobs with just runes and not knowing any spells aside from blink. You have so many secrets I wonder if anything you’ve said is the truth. But I don’t care about that right now.”

She stopped and cocked her head to the side, listening to make sure the shower was still running. She returned her attentions to Eva and spoke in an even quieter whisper, “I don’t care if you’re a necromancer yourself so long as it wasn’t you who killed that family.”

“I’m not a necromancer,” Eva hissed.

“Good. Then I don’t have to worry about that, at least. I still want in.”

“I can’t just show up with someone else.”

“He said Friday. It is Tuesday. You’ve got a few days to ask–no–tell him someone else is coming along.”

Eva was going to retort when the shower water cut off.

Juliana noticed as well. She stood up, moving her face away from Eva’s. “I’ll shower next,” she said. And turned to gather her own clothes.

Eva was left staring after her even as Shalise exited the bathroom. She only stopped once Juliana disappeared behind the closed door.

Shalise seemed to notice something wrong. She walked up to Eva and said, “don’t fight. We are roommates. I don’t want to have you two hate each other.”

“It wasn’t a fight,” Eva said. She wasn’t so sure. Was that a fight?

“Good.” Shalise said. She patted Eva’s shoulder only to freeze solid.

It took Eva a moment to realize why. Then it hit her. The poor girl had just patted one of Arachne’s legs through her shirt.

“It really just hangs off of you then?”

“She and yes, most of the time. She was with me all day today and all day yesterday. And you’ve seen me after showering with her still latched on me.” Eva felt a bad for that. She hadn’t changed her habit of wandering around and sleeping without clothes. Shalise started screaming when she saw Arachne latched onto Eva’s chest one morning. The poor girl thought Arachne was attacking Eva. It took a while to calm her down.

“If you’d like,” Eva said, “I could bring her out, nice and slowly, and you could touch her directly. Maybe it would help?”

Shalise took a quick step backwards, shaking her head in the negative even as Arachne tapped out no repeatedly on Eva’s shoulder.

“I think not,” Shalise said. At least she hadn’t stuttered her first word. “Maybe I’ll take you up on that in the future. Not now.”

Arachne tapped no again as Shalise said that. Eva doubted the spider-demon would do anything if Eva asked her not to. She might not like it, but for Eva’s roommates at the very least, Arachne might have to compromise on something.

Shalise slipped back to her bed and pulled out the general magic textbook. She flipped through it until Juliana left the shower.

Eva hopped in. The room was already hot and steamy, borderline sauna. Eva didn’t mind. If anything, it could stand to be a little hotter. Cold, moist air was the worst.

Eva twisted the shower head, aligning her new runes. She wasn’t sure if the other girls used the regular water or her runes. She’d told them, but they never mentioned anything other than a ‘too hot for my tastes’ from Shalise.

After kneeling down to the floor, Arachne hopped off Eva. She stood up in human form, ready for one of their shower chats.

“I say let her,” Arachne said before Eva could even ask her question. “If she dies, whatever. It is a good test of loyalty. Of course, if she turns traitor then I will rip her into so many pieces not even Humpty Dumpty could put her back together again.”

Eva frowned at the demon. Not so much at her threating to tear Juliana up, Eva was used to the spider-demon’s empty viciousness, but the other bit. “I’m not sure that is how the nursery rhyme goes.”

The spider-woman shrugged. “Besides, I’m sick of sneaking around. If I could at least walk around the room… and now we have that Shalise character. Juliana is one thing. Are you sure I can’t eat Shalise?”

“No eating any students. Or hurting any in general. Even if they do ‘turn traitor’ whatever loose definition you have for that.” Eva sighed. The demon wouldn’t do anything, she was mostly sure. It didn’t hurt to reiterate. “If things do happen, we’ll just leave. You, me, and master. If we can’t find him, we’ll summon Ivonis again after we settle down somewhere.”

“That’s disappointing,” she said. Eva didn’t think her pout looked very serious.

“If we are actually taking Juliana, we’ve got to find master and let him know. He won’t like it.”

“Leave it to me. I will impress upon him the need for her to join us.”

“No bullying master.”

“Wouldn’t touch a hair on his head,” Arachne said.

“You’re excited about this.”

“It is one step on my plan to not be in spider form constantly.” Arachne was already shifting back into said spider form.

Eva sighed, standing up into the stream of hot water. Her shower had gone on long enough. She shut off the water. As Arachne climbed back up her chest, Eva mumbled, “I’m sure not excited about it.”

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“I don’t see why this is necessary,” Devon complained.

He struggled tying his tie. He last wore a tie around the same time he last participated in a demonology circle. Probably further back than forty or fifty years. And that had been a clip on.

“Zoe Baxter is a very precise woman. You don’t want to look like a schlemiel.”

“I’m supposed to examine a possible dark artifact. Not looking to date some girl.”

“Well,” Eva crossed her arms, “I don’t want to be pitied as the poor kid who was mentored by a hobo.”

“I lived in a train depot. You were mentored by a hobo.”

“So I am slowly coming to realize. I can’t believe you don’t have a better method of traveling than blinking. Zoe Baxter just disappears and reappears wherever she wants.”

Devon ignored the girl. She complained non stop about transportation since he arrived a week ago. Supposedly, instant teleportation was taught at higher levels of schooling. Hogwash. There were no safe methods of instantly moving oneself. Even stepping, developed on his own specifically to not kill him with short hops, had a chance at tearing an unskilled user in two as Eva was very well aware.

That this teacher had refused to teach the teleport only reinforced the thought. That didn’t mean he wasn’t interested. Only that he would be cautious about learning it.

“You’re idolizing her too much, girl. Don’t be disappointed when you see through her smoke and mirrors. Just because she trounces you in your little seminars doesn’t mean she’s the most powerful mage around.”

“I’m not idolizing her,” Eva huffed. “And our contests would go a different route if I were to use all the powers at my disposal.”

“You think you’re the only one with tricks up your sleeve? I bet even with full use of your blood magics, she still knocks you on your ass. You’re too arrogant for your own good. I can only hope you lose that arrogance before someone takes it from you.”

Devon finished fumbling with his tie, deciding it looked good enough. “How is it?”

“I’m sure you’ll have her swooning by the end of the night.”

He grunted, “let’s get going.”

Together they left the third floor penthouse suite Devon and Arachne had constructed in the cell house. It had turned out alright, all things considered. It had a nice sized bedroom, a room for books, and a room for potion brewing. It was no train depot, but it would do for now.

Best of all, it was out of Eva’s house. If he woke up in the middle of the night to catch Arachne staring at Eva’s sleeping face, he was going to be sick.

Arachne hadn’t been allowed inside since his penthouse’s completion. Shackles had been set up around the entire top floor. Eva had started experiencing irritation when she crossed them. An unfortunate but not unexpected side effect of his experiments. Hopefully she would never be completely jailed by them. If she were, it wouldn’t be that big of a setback.

Speaking of the demon, it stood just outside in the night air. Thanks to his work, no light escaped the inside of the building. Moonlight was all that illuminated the complex. Upon seeing Eva, it immediately lifted the girl into its arms. Eva didn’t care or even react in any meaningful manner. She smiled at the demon and wrapped an arm around its neck for stability.

“Let’s get going,” Devon grunted once again.

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“The only way that could have gone worse is if you straight up attacked her.” Arachne quivered beneath her shirt at her anger. Eva patted her back. “Did you have to antagonize her so much?”

“She asked personal questions, I asked personal questions back.”

“You didn’t have to ask her that.”

“This was a sorry excuse for a meeting. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you ruined that book yourself to get me on that date.”

“It wasn’t a date,” Eva protested. She frowned and after a minute asked, “you really didn’t think the book was anything special?”

“If it had anything on it, it is long gone now. If the ink was meant to disguise patterns, the ink itself would have damaged whatever runes or symbols they drew regardless of what the runes were made out of.”

Eva leaned back on the bench. The sky outside the dorms felt gloomier than late August sky should be. “Something is going on in this town.”

“Zombies and suspicious characters? I’d be concerned if it was business as usual.” He sighed and glanced over at Eva. “These guys were really necromancers?”

“They smelled like death and zombies were running around.” Eva sighed as she watched the clouds drift by overhead.

The silence stretched between them. Not an uncomfortable silence. Eva had never felt that around her master. Just companionable silence. Until her master broke it.

“Excited for school to start?” he asked.

“Can’t wait,” Eva said. “Not even being sarcastic. This town is terribly dull. Maybe if a few more zombies were running around.”

“Dull is nice sometimes. Relaxing.”

Eva snorted at that. “Yeah. Please find some jobs and bring me along.”

“In a quiet little town like this?”

“In a quiet little town with necromancers.”

Devon sat up on the bench, leaning forward slightly. “You haven’t seen them since, right?”

“I can’t say I was really looking for them.”

“Maybe the family owed them money. They turned them into zombies as an example.”

“And the kid?”

“Kidnapped. Sold or used for parts to sell and recoup whatever losses they had.”

“Bleak.”

“There’s only one problem with my theory.”

Eva leaned forward to match his posture, forcing Arachne to reshuffle herself.

“No one noticed. No example could be made when no one noticed.”

Eva frowned. “Why tell me your theory if you’re just going to turn around and say its wrong in the next breath?”

Her master ignored her. He stood up and began pacing. “Why did no one notice? Did the family not have friends or relatives? Did the kid not have school? Did the parents not have jobs? You said a window was cracked? Even without that, how could a smell as bad as you say it was not be smelt outside the house?”

“I didn’t smell it myself. It could have been exaggerated.” Her words fell on deaf ears. She knew they would. Devon got like this sometimes.

“And the zombie,” he said, turning to her, “tell me again what happened?”

Eva recounted the story Juliana had told him as best she could.

“Where did the zombie come from? Your friend said she searched every room in the house until the master bedroom. And it just shows up right behind her? That doesn’t sound like a house full of zombies. That sounds like a trap.”

“A trap for who?”

Her master sat down and leaned back. “Don’t know. Could have been a relative or family friend. Maybe even your friend if she is a well-known urban explorer.”

Eva let a sigh escape. She slumped against the bench. Her master got her all worked up. Acting like he knew who, or at least why they did it. And then it all deflated. Just another theory.

She hated when her master did this.

Eva pulled herself to her feet. “I’m going to go to bed then. Unless you have any more amazing epiphanies?”

“Bah,” he said. He waved his hands in dismissal. “Get outta here.”

“I trust you can get back on your own?”

“I think I’ll stick around for a bit. The way your teacher phrased it made me wonder if there was any investigation going on at all.”

Reluctantly, Eva nodded. “Let me know if you find anything.” Eva started to walk away but paused. She turned back to her master. “And don’t get yourself killed. I’d hate having to delve into necromancy myself to finish my treatment.”

Devon barked out a laugh. He stepped away without properly responding.

Eva turned back to the dorms. Her roommates would want to know what happened during the meeting. Shalise especially would be happy to know that neither her master nor Zoe Baxter thought the book was a ritual component. The poor girl seemed torn between curiosity about magic and wanting to pack up and leave, or just leave, Eva didn’t think she had actually unpacked yet.

Unfortunately, they would have to wait. Zoe Baxter sat in one of the front lobby chairs. She just sat. No book in her hands. No writing down notes. Not even any fiddling with her hair or a pencil. She turned her head as Eva walked in. “A word, Miss Eva.” She stood and walked off down a hallway, not even looking to see if Eva followed.

Eva did follow. The woman had all but stormed off after their meeting. Further garnering her ire was not something Eva wanted.

She led Eva to a small study room. A fountain poured down one entire wall leaving a soothing noise in the air. The water changed colors as it went from top to bottom. Eva had dipped a finger in it one time to see if it was the water or the wall. She had been surprised to find the water on her fingertip changed color with the rest of the waterfall. It seemed like it would be easier to just install some lights in the wall.

Zoe Baxter withdrew her dagger and flicked it about the room. The windows darkened, but Eva could still see out them. She doubted people would be able to see in. That was the only noticeable change, but Zoe kept flicking her focus around for a good minute.

Seemingly satisfied with her protections, Zoe took a seat at one of the desks. She motioned for Eva to sit across from her.

Eva sat. She fidgeted. The instructor across from her hadn’t said anything yet. Did Eva stare at her or look away? Should she just start out with an apology?

Eventually, Zoe sighed. “You’re not in trouble, Miss Eva. Mr. Carter is an interesting sort, isn’t he.”

“That’s putting it mildly,” Eva said under her breath. Despite the instructor trying to reassure her, Eva didn’t relax. Her master had been quite crude to the stern woman.

“He barely glanced at the book before stating there was nothing special about it and trying to leave.”

“I’d trust his observations. And about his rush to leave, it is probably that my mentor doesn’t associate with people. Almost ever. It is nothing against you despite his crude comments.”

“He doesn’t look half that old.”

You’d be surprised, Eva thought. She didn’t say anything. His longevity would push the conversation towards more uncomfortable topics.

“I noticed something about him, brief though our meeting was. Something I’ve noticed in you as well.”

Eva tensed. Uncomfortable topics might be brought up without her help. If the instructor accused Eva or her master of demonic taint, she didn’t know what she would do.

Beneath her shirt, Arachne tightened her grip around Eva. She wanted to pat the spider’s back, but wasn’t going to risk it with Zoe Baxter sitting right across from her.

Despite her now biweekly room inspections, Eva always carried Arachne out of the room beforehand. The most the instructor had seen were Arachne’s legs peeking out of her carrying cage. Most of the time the cage was empty and Eva just had her under her shirt. Eva still remembered the suspicion Jordan had on the plane, even though that might have been imagined. She was none too keen on letting Zoe Baxter see the demon in full.

“There it is again,” Zoe said. “You tense up at certain topics, especially those about your past. You’ll deflect or outright lie about almost everything personal.”

Eva relaxed, slightly, glad for the more mundane talk than an accusation of dark magic.

“And now you’re relaxing.”

Eva frowned as did Zoe. She hoped she wasn’t quite so plain to read.

“I don’t know what is troubling you, and I am not a therapist, but I care for my student’s wellbeing. Eva, if there is anything you need to talk about. Please do. If you feel you can’t or don’t want to talk to me, we’ll find someone you can talk with. And if that man is hurting you at all…”

Eva blinked. She almost burst out laughing. “Oh no. That’s all wrong,” Eva said. Her jovial reaction must have come unexpected as Zoe’s stern expression shifted into one of confusion. “If it weren’t for my mentor, I would probably be dead. Or worse. He showed up on a shining white horse wearing full plate armor saying ‘don’t worry my lady, I will save you’ and proceeded to do so.”

Of course it hadn’t actually happened anything like that. Eva didn’t expect Zoe to believe it either. Just picturing her master doing anything so cheesy turned Eva’s stomach.

“If he were to hurt me now, however, be assured I would not stand for it. I’d probably…” What, kill him? I can’t say that. “Cut ties,” she decided.

Zoe frowned, perhaps even sensing the unspoken words. “Then why all the tiptoeing around everything?”

“Both I and he have mentioned him dealing with necromancers in the past.” Eva considered her words carefully. “Those are far from the least honorable people he’s interacted with. I’d rather not say anything to incriminate him. He’s a good person,” Eva said. “Mostly.”

Zoe Baxter gave her a hard stare. It was as if she decide on how to respond to that.

Eva wasn’t sure she wanted her to respond. She had basically told the woman that she was mentored by a criminal. Even if she believed the lie about him being a good person.

“He doesn’t have any current friendly dealings with necromancers?”

Eva scoffed at that. “I doubt he’s ever had ‘friendly’ dealings with necromancers. He doesn’t have much good to say about them.”

“Answer the question, Eva.”

“Then no. To my knowledge he has no dealings with any necromancers apart from investigating whatever happened in the house Juliana explored. If and when he finds them, I expect his actions to be hostile, not friendly.”

“And he intends no harm to any students or Brakket Academy?”

“That is correct.”

The hard glare started up again as Zoe scrutinized Eva. She relaxed slightly after seeing whatever it was she was looking for. “Then I don’t care what kind of past Mr. Carter has. You might be surprised at the backgrounds of some of Brakket’s benefactors and even students, or their parents at least. I doubt Mr. Carter could be much worse than the worst of them.”

You might be surprised, was Eva’s first thought. Demonology was generally considered one of the worst magics. Apart from the reprehensible idea of bringing demons to their feeding ground, willingly bringing demons to the mortal plane supposedly damaged reality to the point where it might one day be indistinguishable from Hell.

Eva had her suspicions about that. Devon didn’t seem to buy into it either. Demon summoning was well documented since before proper history began. If demons actually tore through reality, why wasn’t the world already a living Hell?

That brought up all the philosophical discussions on Hell and reality. Eva knew reality couldn’t be even close to Hell. She might not have ever been there herself but Arachne had. Arachne was quite adamant about how much better the mortal plane was than Hell.

As for the demons themselves; like she told her master, politeness and respect went a long way. Even the haunter her master had been so terrified of seemed pretty amicable after tearing through a herd of animals. He politely introduced himself and went to fetch her master without complaint. Sure, her master had shown up with injuries, but that was probably his own fault.

There were sure to be demons that were terrible monsters, otherwise where would the stories come from. Probably half of those stories were summoning rituals with poor enticements. Demons seemed to get antsy about that.

“Eva?”

Eva half jumped. It took her a moment to remember she was still sitting in front of Zoe Baxter. “Sorry, was lost in thought.”

“Anything I should know?”

“Probably. After you…” Stormed off? “Ended the meeting, we started talking. He thinks the zombies in that house may have been a trap for someone.”

“Who?”

“He didn’t know.”

Zoe frowned and seemed to get a bit lost in thought herself. When she snapped out of it, she asked, “if there is nothing else, Miss Eva, you may return to your room.”

Eva shook her head and waited while Zoe undid the protections on the study room. A sudden rush of noise caused Eva to jump until she realized it was just the calming noise the fountain made. It had gone completely silent during their meeting.

Zoe half smirked at that, earning a glare from Eva.

As the windows lost their tint, Zoe Baxter stepped forward and held the door open.

Eva headed straight to the third floor.

Her roommates were still up despite the late hour. Sitting and chatting around the small dining table. When she entered the room, they both looked up and Juliana said, “Well?”

Eva shook her head and took the open seat. “Neither Zoe Baxter nor my mentor felt there was anything odd about the book. Zoe is going to continue her own investigation and my mentor is going to snoop around a bit on his own.” She turned to Juliana, “additionally, he thinks that the zombies were meant as a trap. Probably for a relative of the family. Someone who owed money or something similar.”

Juliana did not look happy about that. A scowl formed on her face and she started idly rubbing one of the metal bracelets that ran up her entire forearm.

“So the book was nothing? No big ritual?” Shalise asked.

“Nope. I was overreacting for nothing.”

Shalise sagged back into her chair at Eva’s words. The ritual seemed to have been a point of major worry for the girl. Eva was glad to see the tension leave her. Then it all came flooding back. She screamed. Shalise tipped over in her chair and continued scrambling backwards, pressing herself up against the short refrigerator.

Juliana snorted. “Oh right. Eva spent the night elsewhere last night. You haven’t met Rach.” She gestured at the spider climbing out of Eva’s shirt and onto her head. “Don’t worry, she’s harmless.”

Eva could see Arachne’s fangs twitch at the comment. She quickly moved to start stroking the spider’s carapace, shooting a glare at Juliana at the same time. “You’ll offend her,” Eva said. Eva ignored the shrugging woman and turned to Shalise. “Rach, this is Shalise Ward, our new roommate. She’s off-limits. Shalise, my pet tarantula, Rach.”

“Y-you have to say we’re off-limits?”

“I shouldn’t have to, but it is nice to make sure there are no ambiguities.”

“Like I said, don’t worry. She lives between Eva’s boobs and rarely strays from there.”

If Eva didn’t know better, she’d think Juliana was upset that Arachne had never hurt anybody. Did Eva know better? Maybe she was disappointed. Eva hadn’t forgotten the girl’s story about waking up with venomous bugs on her face.

Maybe she would have Arachne latch onto the blond’s head one morning.

Anyway,” Eva stressed, “she won’t even touch you without permission.”

Shalise didn’t move.

It was too much to hope for that both her roommates would be fine with Arachne.

“But the book,” Juliana said, ignoring the poor girl’s fear, “it has to be something, right?”

Eva shrugged at that. “Not that I know of. You could try searching the bookstore to see if anything else is amiss.”

“They wouldn’t have destroyed it without a reason.”

“Maybe it was an actual accident. They just decided to blame us rather than admit to it.”

Juliana shook her head. “No. I don’t believe that and neither do you.” She massaged her temples with a light groan. “I can’t think. I’m tired and going to bed.”

Shalise hadn’t moved from her spot on the floor. Her eyes still tracked the top of Eva’s head with every movement.

“She’s really not going to hurt you,” Eva said. “If it bothers you, we have other sleeping arrangements. Although, once school starts I doubt we’ll be using them much. Might be good to get used to her now rather than later.”

Shalise got up slowly. She kept her eyes trained on Arachne as she circled around towards the beds. “I-I don’t want to kick you out of your room. I can handle it. There were spiders at my old home.”

Eva doubted she was going to sleep tonight despite her words. Still, better to get used to Arachne now than being unable to sleep during school.

“It really isn’t a big deal,” Juliana said, “the only time she detaches from Eva are when she goes out on ‘hunts.'”

Juliana was definitely waking up with an Arachne attached to her face one of these days. Eva would make sure of it.

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Zoe Baxter stalked down the halls.

A wet young girl skipped along at her heels.

Zoe finally managed to drag the girl out of the hot tubs. She made a beeline for the rocky pools the moment the tour stopped by. She jumped in without even removing her clothes.

Now she happily skipped along with a towel around her, drawing several odd stares from passing students. She was oblivious to it all.

Zoe stopped outside a specific door on the third floor and knocked.

Conversation on the other side of the door stopped. The door opened a second after.

“Time for inspection already?” the black-haired girl asked. “I’ll grab Rach and be out of the room if you’d like.”

“No inspection today, Miss Eva.” Zoe stepped aside, glad the wet girl hadn’t run off. “Your third roommate has arrived. May we come in?”

Eva blinked at the wet girl then blinked again. She seemed to recover herself as she stepped backwards and waved them in. “Yes of course, I was just working on a little project.”

The room was much the same as when the girls first moved in. Neither saw fit to decorate or even personalize the place much. The only decorations were the black envelopes attached to the ceiling that had spread through much of the girl’s dorms.

When asked, everyone responded that they were for luck or to ward off bad dreams. Obvious lies. Attempting to gain access to them caused the contents to turn to foul-smelling slime. Scrying into them produced adverse effects.

The staff considered confiscating them until Juliana and Eva came forth as the creators and explained they were to prevent scrying. Zoe had Eva explain every symbol on the sheets making sure nothing would harm the students. Satisfied with the results, the two girls were allowed to continue their business.

Eva appeared to be in the middle of making additional runes if the pens and rune covered papers on her desk were any indication. Juliana had a book in hand, though she looked up at the intruders.

The blond erred on the side of caution, these days. She carried two wands everywhere she went. With her in a short-sleeved shirt, Zoe could see the metal bands she wore around her forearms. Each sported intricate designs made with the girl’s own ferrokinesis. Sadly, she often covered them up with long-sleeved shirts or jackets.

Apart from the additions to her attire, the girl seemed less bothered by her incident than Zoe expected. Zoe had had several talks with her over the course of the last week and she seemed fairly normal. Not talkative, but Juliana never was a chatty sort. She insisted on continuing her urban explorations, though she promised to contact Zoe at the first sign of anything abnormal.

She set down her book and walked over near Eva.

“This is your new roommate, Shalise Ward.”

The girls looked to the dark-haired girl and looked her over before introducing themselves.

“Eva.”

“Juliana.”

“Shalise,” the girl said with a happy nod.

“If you don’t mind my asking,” Eva started, “why are you wet?”

Shalise rubbed the back of her wet brown hair. “I slipped into the spa on our tour.”

Lies. There was nothing accidental about that ‘fall’ into the tubs.

“Do you want to use the shower? We can talk afterwards.”

“I’d just change into wet clothes. I don’t have anything else with me.”

Juliana looked the girl up and down. “You look about my size, if my clothes are fine with you.”

“I don’t want to be a bother on my first day–”

“Nonsense.” Eva waved her off. “I would have offered my clothes if Juliana didn’t.”

The girls pulled out a set of clothes and sent Shalise to the shower.

“School starts next week,” Zoe said after the bathroom door shut, “are you girls ready?”

“Can’t wait,” Eva immediately replied, “I don’t know what you were thinking when you made everyone show up three months early.”

Juliana nodded. “I’ve read half the library and that’s aside from my other activities.”

Eva raised an eyebrow at the blond, but brushed it off. “I mean, your seminars are alright. Apart from that, there is nothing interesting around here.”

“I wouldn’t say nothing,” Juliana said. “But it could stand to be more fun around here.”

Zoe looked between the two girls. She wondered if they weren’t just sparing her feelings by saying her seminar was the highlight of their summer.

“I’m sorry you feel that way.” Maybe if they had come several years ago when the town was in full swing. “Miss Ward is completely new to magic. She’s never cast a spell once in her life. Perhaps helping her get school supplies around town and maybe showing her some simple things will alleviate some of your tedium until school starts.”

Eva gave an indifferent shrug. “I haven’t bought a uniform yet.” She looked towards Juliana.

“Same” was the response.

“Good,” Zoe said. “I’ll leave you two to get acquainted to your new roommate. Do play nice.”

The girls nodded and said their farewells.

As soon as the door closed, Zoe flicked out her knife and entered between. She could have left from their room, but that left a bad taste in her mouth. It just felt rude.

Zoe moved into her private quarters and took a seat at her own desk. She pulled out a notebook and set to work. Zoe intended to fulfill her promise to Shalise as soon as possible.

She just had to find out where to get the money.

The three girls headed out to the same circular market Eva first shopped at.

Unlike last time, there were a handful of students milling about the plaza. Students looking to get last-minute supplies for the most part.

Shalise gaped at each advertisement around the plaza. First the dancing uniforms, the cauldron’s overflowing contents that vanished just above the heads of students, and the rest. She dragged Eva and Juliana to the most crowded store to watch the dancing uniforms up close.

Irene stood inside the store. She looked to be troubled over choosing between skirts or pants.

Juliana dragged the group up to the girl. “Hey, on your own today?”

Irene half jumped and turned to face the group. “Juliana, Eva,” she said. She turned to the third member of their crew and cocked her head to one side.

“Shalise.” She offered her hand.

Irene moved to shake, but her hands were full of clothes. Shalise grabbed the hand anyway and shook with a smile.

“Irene,” she offered. “And yeah, everyone else bought their uniforms already.”

Eva pulled a skirt off the rack. “Neither of us have, and Shalise is brand new today.”

The skirts seemed to come in many different sizes. From ankle length dresses to barely there skirts. All of them black with teal trim. The longer ones occasionally had teal patterns sewn into them.

For shirts, they had a choice of gray, white, or black button ups in short, long, and no sleeve variety. They were meant to be worn with a teal tie.

Eva planned on picking up a light jacket as well. If there were outdoor classes during winter, she’d wear a heavy coat, but for indoor classes, a jacket would suffice.

Eva picked a couple of the third shortest skirt off the racks. Long enough to cover to just under mid-thigh. Juliana put her hand on her arm as she pulled off a third skirt of the same length.

She shook her head. “We shouldn’t need more than one. They self clean.”

“That’s handy,” Eva said. She replaced all but one of the skirts. “Why don’t all clothes come with that.”

“It isn’t cheap,” was Irene’s response. “Costly to get good materials for the enchantments and harder to actually enchant.”

Eva frowned. “Yet all of us are getting them on our scholarship. And every student has the scholarship. Where is the school getting all the money?”

No one offered any response.

Eva pulled a dark gray shirt from the sleeveless rack. Juliana decided on black with long sleeves. Shalise looked torn between a lighter gray and white. Irene had four colors all of varying sleeve length.

Adding a jacket and coat to her pile, Eva moved on to the shoes. There were no required shoes, but Eva was always on the lookout for a good pair of boots. Sadly nothing looked remotely good.

Purchases in hand, Eva moved to the checkout just behind Shalise. The girl fumbled around, handing the cashier her dorm key card. Once she got her purchases sorted, Eva moved up next.

Eva held out her card. The cashier ran it through the card reader the same way any credit card would be. Eva couldn’t help but ask, “these do give you real money, right? Not some fake money the school prints out?”

The cashier’s lip curled into a frown. “Girl, if the school didn’t pay me real money, I’d have been gone from this town years ago.”

“Fair enough,” Eva said as she took her purchases off the counter.

Juliana gave her a quirk of an eyebrow.

Eva smiled. “Seems suspicious is all.”

That suspicion gnawed at Eva over the last few months. The only explanation she could come up with was that there were a significantly higher number of donating alumni than new students. Assuming Zoe Baxter’s justification for the scholarships was correct.

Either that or an eccentric and rich funder. Eva hadn’t seen any evidence of illegal activities that might be the source of funds. Though, she supposed, if I could wander around for a month or two and stumble across illegal activities, some authority would have noticed much sooner and shut them down.

They parted with Irene outside the clothing shop and entered Foible Foci.

Juliana meandered over to the alternative foci, leaving Eva to guide Shalise around.

Shalise turned her brown eyes over everything in the shop. Not just her eyes. She had to touch absolutely everything, much to the chagrin of the young man managing the store.

Eva dragged the excitable girl to the simple wands and helped her pick out a wooden wand.

“So, Shalise, you’ve never done magic before?” Eva asked before the girl could run around the store.

“I heard of magic, who hasn’t, but I never expected Professor Baxter to show up claiming I was a mage.” She laughed and waved a hand in front of her face. “I told her she had the wrong person. That nothing in my life could be considered magical.”

Eva waited, but Shalise didn’t continue. A bit of a look had fallen over her face. She turned her eyes downwards and sighed. Just as Eva was about to ask if she was alright, Shalise continued.

“She handed me a ticket for a flight, a scholarship fund, and a bunch of papers. I threw them all in the trash.

“Professor Baxter showed up again a week later asking why I missed the flight and if I needed assistance getting to school. I told her I had too much to care for at home, too much work that other people wouldn’t do.”

Eva never thought about that. Someone like Juliana, from a magical family, was probably expected to be shipped off to school. Eva held no attachments to anything back in Florida. But what about people who actually had friends and liked living where they did.

A smile flitted across Eva’s face. Maybe her registration to high school hadn’t been withdrawn. She’d be marked as absent in all her classes until truant officers were sent to her father’s house. If he got arrested due to her disappearance, it would be a happy day.

It was a bit much to hope for. Unfortunately, he knew Eva could do magic and he knew she had visitors from ‘one of them magical academies’ looking to recruit her. Even if Zoe Baxter hadn’t arranged anything, the government surely had a method of contacting Brakket and finding out where Eva was.

Shalise broke Eva from her thoughts. “Eventually, she promised me that she would take care of my home while I was gone. And that I could visit anytime I wanted just by asking her. If I turn out to be a terrible mage or hate it here, then I can go right home.”

“Well,” Eva said, “it is probably good you skipped summer. It has been fairly dull around. I can’t say that I hate it, or that I’d be doing anything more interesting at home except volunteering at a local vet’s office.” She gave Shalise a smile. “Hopefully, school keeps us busy, at the very least.”

Juliana wandered back from the other side of the store, sporting a full finger ring on the index fingers of either hand. At Eva’s questioning glance, Juliana said, “I thought yours looked cool so I got some. Though you never wear yours…”

“It turned out to be a tad more cumbersome than I expected.” Not to mention Eva didn’t actually need any foci for casting her spells. The wand was just for show.

“You should.”

Eva blinked at her terse response. “Yeah,” she said. It would be a handy excuse if she had to cast a spell in an emergency, that was at least part of the reason she originally bought it. “Maybe I will.” She turned to Shalise. “Do you want to look for any alternate focus?”

Shalise held up her hands and took a step back. “Oh no. I don’t think so. This,” she held up her new wand with a bright smile, “is more than enough for now.”

Juliana looked like she wanted to say something but held it in.

“Let’s get your books then. I could use some more paper and ink from Major’s as well.”

Toomey Tomes Bookstore was just as devoid of life as the last time Eva entered the shop. The sole living person was the owner, sitting behind a counter. He was a pencil thin man with far too much gel slicking back his hair. His sunken in eyes glared at the group as they entered his store.

Eva glared right back. Her last time in the store found her running right into some dangerous smelling people. If they were in the store to meet with the shop owner, then that was all on him.

Because of her suspicions, Eva took extra care snooping about the store while Juliana helped Shalise find her books.

Of course, Eva didn’t expect to find anything. If she ran a bookstore of a less than scrupulous nature, she wouldn’t leave evidence lying around the front room. There would be no hidden rooms where customers could stumble into them. There wouldn’t even need to be a secret room. Just a shelf in the back storage room with a few legitimate books set in front of whatever needed to be hidden.

If there were anything that needed to be hidden at all. But you didn’t deal with people who smelled like death if you didn’t have anything to hide. Unless those men just needed a book.

After finding nothing around the shelves, Eva changed tactics. She walked up to the counter where Stephen Toomey, based on his name tag, still glared at her. “Do you have any books you keep out of the main room here?”

“What’s wrong with the books out here, huh?” His nasally voice peaked at the end. He stood from his stool and waved a finger at Eva. “If you’ve damaged any of my merchandise little girl, I’ll be collecting tenfold the cost from you.”

Eva held up her hands. “Nothing like that. I’ve read most of them and was looking for more along my interests.”

Stephen Toomey crossed his arms. “Read most of them? I don’t believe you. I haven’t even read half of them.”

“You clearly have better things to do,” Eva countered. “I am a student stuck in the most boring town I’ve ever been in. It would be strange if I hadn’t read all the books around town.”

It was a lie, of course. She had barely read the required school books. It sounded believable to her though.

Apparently it sounded believable to Toomey as well. “Even if that’s the case,” he said, “I don’t think I have anything to show little brats who shirk responsibility and damage products.”

“Damage products? I never–”

“Don’t be coy with me, little girl. It was you and that brat with the blond hair.” He pointed at an approaching Juliana. “The book you ruined was pointed out by two gentlemen, still dripping with ink.”

“Are you sure they didn’t do it?”

“Don’t shirk responsibility onto others. I was with them the whole time, showing a book on a completely different shelf when one of them tapped me on the shoulder and pointed it out.”

Eva frowned. “Do you still have the book?”

“‘Course I still have it. Can’t sell rotten books now can I?”

“I thought you might have thrown it away or something.”

“Thrown it away? Even damaged as it is, it still is an original copy of the Resplendent Mysteriis.”

“Bring it out and I’ll buy it at full price. Plus extra for compensation.”

Toomey stared at Eva. “You better be able to afford this, little girl,” he said as he stalked into the back room.

Juliana walked up to Eva with raised eyebrows.

Eva shook her head. “After we leave,” she whispered.

Toomey returned to find a large amount of cash sitting on the counter. Double the most expensive book Eva could remember seeing in the bookstore. The cash was the results of her rather successful business. Eva didn’t want to risk her spending money on her scholarship card being low.

He counted the money then slid the book across the counter. “Take it and get out of here.”

“My friend,” Eva said as she stepped out of the way, “still needs to purchase her books. I’d ask that you don’t treat her the way you treated me. She only arrived at Brakket earlier today.”

“Yeah, whatever.” He rung up Shalise’s total without another word and glared the group out of the shop.

Outside, Juliana immediately turned on Eva. “What was that all about? I know you didn’t spill ink on that book.”

“You didn’t either.”

“Those men then?”

Eva nodded. “I think so.”

They filled in a very confused Shalise.

“You never told me why you were afraid of them.”

“I wouldn’t say afraid,” Eva said with a light shuffling of her feet. “I had my nose right in one’s chest. People who smell like they do are generally not the sort of people you want to be around.”

“You can’t discriminate against people based on how they smell,” Shalise said. “Maybe the poor guy’s house was undergoing renovations and he couldn’t shower.”

Shaking her head, Eva said, “not the same kind of smell. This was pungent and vile, the kind of smell I expect from a corpse whose stomach has been torn open.”

“C-corpse?” Shalise half shouted.

Eva hushed her. Glancing around, she was glad for the mostly empty plaza. “There are plenty of very good reasons to smell like death.” Eva tried calming the girl. “Undertakers, morticians, even doctors, nurses, and veterinarians. Trust me, I volunteer at a vet’s office sometimes.”

That seemed to assuage Shalise, at least a little. Juliana, on the other hand, had gone very pale.

“Let’s get back to the dorms,” she said.

“Juliana?”

She shook her head. “I’ll tell you back at the dorms.”

She marched off leaving Shalise and Eva behind. The two shared a glance and followed after her.

“Z-zombies?”

“Just one, as far as I know. Mrs. Baxter didn’t tell me what happened afterwards.”

Eva paused her flipping through the book. The pages were almost entirely ruined. Almost as if the book had been dipped in ink rather than having ink spilled over it. The papers crackled and flakes of ink fell off at the lightest touch. Many pages were stuck together. Eva couldn’t detect any blood, which she originally thought the ink was trying to disguise, but there could still be runes or other magical elements etched into the pages.

“Eva?”

It still felt dangerous. Eva had been cautious, checked it for traps and contaminants. The flakes of ink that had fallen off were kept in a small pile on Eva’s desk. She would obliterate them later with blood magic, after her roommates had gone to sleep.

Eva wanted to hand the book off to her master, keep it under magical suppressants and shackles much like the black skull. He’d dealt with necromancers at least once in the past. He might be able to find something she couldn’t.

“Eva?”

“Sorry,” Eva said, glancing at Juliana, “just had some thoughts.”

“I didn’t mean to disturb you. I just thought we should all know.”

“Thanks.” Eva gave what she hoped was a comforting smile. Juliana spoke very solemnly about her experience. Eva didn’t want to make light of the zombies, but something else bothered her. “I’m actually less concerned with zombies and more concerned with the book.”

“Not concerned with zombies?” Shalise asked, aghast.

“Less concerned than I am about the book,” Eva repeated.

Juliana leaned back on her bed, resting her head on the wall. She shut her eyes and asked, “what’s wrong with the book?”

“My mentor has dealt with necromancers in the past. I’m not an expert, but I’ve heard things from him. Now, I’m not saying it is for sure, but I don’t want this to be a component in a ritual.” Eva tapped the book. “Town sized sacrifices to draw Death’s gaze are not unheard of.”

Neither girl said anything.

Eva wondered if she made a mistake. That she should have downplayed the danger. It was all just a guess, after all. A guess that made a lot of sense to Eva. What else would necromancers be doing in a tiny town like Brakket.

Juliana kept her eyes shut, breathing deeply and slowly. Some kind of calming technique, perhaps.

Shalise went rigid. She looked about ready to fall off the back of her bed.

What a fun introduction to your first day in magical society.

“You’re not acting concerned,” Juliana said without opening her eyes.

“If I were to perform a ritual involving mass death to a power like Death, it would be on either Halloween or winter solstice. Maybe other local cultural days that involve observance of the dead. I’d say we have a bit of time, though again, I am not an expert.”

“W-well, lets call the police.”

Juliana shook her head. “If this is a massive ritual, I’d rather not spook them and have them do something drastic at the first sign of opposition.”

Eva nodded. She didn’t want people running around searching for dark magic in a town where she and Arachne lived. People snooping around would be problematic at best. “I said I’d aim for Halloween. It is very likely that the ritual could be done sooner if needed.”

“I’ll contact my mother and see if she can’t round-up a few of her old mage-knight contacts to poke around quietly. Preferably ones that have children attending Brakket. They can disguise their visits as social ones.”

Eva didn’t like the sound of a handful of mage-knights running around any more than a full police investigation. “We might just be overreacting,” she said, “it might all be coincidence.”

Juliana shot Eva a look that said, ‘you don’t believe that any more than I do.’

Eva ignored it. “I’ll speak with my mentor, he’s dealt with unsavory sorts before.”

“We have to at least tell Professor Baxter. If this is d-dangerous to students, the school needs to know.”

“I agree,” Juliana said before Eva could object.

Eva repressed a sigh as Juliana withdrew one of the instructor’s business cards. Eva avoided carrying them around. Being tracked to the prison would be a terrible thing.

She’d have to do something about that. It wouldn’t do to have snooping bounty hunters stumble over the prison in their search for necromancers. Eva almost felt bad for Arachne; the moment she got back from setting up Devon’s room at the prison, she’d just be returning.

Her master had lived in the women’s ward until he decided it was too demeaning. He moved out to cell house one, the oldest prison block, and requested Arachne’s help in remodeling. The set up shouldn’t have taken all day. Eva glanced out the window. For all she knew, Arachne was hanging on outside the windows, not wanting to barge in and be seen by the unknown Shalise.

They really needed to work on better communication and transportation to the prison. It had become one of Eva’s top priorities since Zoe Baxter had refused to teach her the method of teleportation she used. Arachne was becoming increasingly convinced that Eva could handle a walk through Hell. The fact that the spider-demon always ran to the prison when going alone gave Eva some reservations about that.

A knock at their door brought Eva back to the present. She, being the closest to the door, stood from her desk and allowed Zoe Baxter into the room.

No one said anything.

“Out with it.”

“There are zombies in town,” Shalise blurted out.

Zoe Baxter glanced a hard glance at Juliana. “More than just the one time?”

“No. Shalise means to say that we suspect necromancers running around the city.”

“Of course there are,” Zoe Baxter glared at the three of them. “Zombies don’t raise themselves. Well, they do. The first ones don’t raise themselves. Rest assured the matter is being investigated. Unless you know who the necromancers are?”

Eva frowned as both Juliana and Shalise turned her direction. Zoe Baxter noticed and looked to Eva as well. “Juliana and I,” she said, making sure to emphasize the blond’s name, “ran into people we now believe are necromancers on our first week of school. We didn’t exactly get their names, but they were in Toomey’s bookstore destroying a book.” She patted the book on her desk, already hating herself for drawing attention to it. “The one I ran into was tall and thin, very bony. I might have thought he was a skeleton if he hadn’t obviously been alive. I didn’t get a good look at his partner.”

“Larger, but not fat,” Juliana chimed in. “Probably muscle. He had short black hair.”

“You might want to check in with Toomey, he seemed fond of them for some reason,” Eva added.

“And the book?”

“It is…” Eva leaned over to read the cover. “Resplendent Mysteriis. Know anything about it?”

“A collection of poetry, if memory serves. None of the poems have any known magical use. I don’t find them particularly good, either.”

“It is a common book then?”

“I wouldn’t say common, but the school library should have a copy of it. I believe I will be confiscating that copy, however.”

Eva frowned. Given that it was destroyed like it was, and that Stephen Toomey called it an original, Eva had hoped it was destroyed to cover up what the necromancers were doing. A common book with plenty of copies would just get attention drawn to the book. That meant her first theory was probably more likely, but she just didn’t know enough. And now the book would probably be destroyed before her master had a chance to examine it.

Unless… Eva smiled.

“Something amusing, Miss Eva?”

“My mentor has dealt with necromancers in the past, told me stories one time. I’m sure he would be very interested in examining this book.”

“I am not going to leave a potentially dangerous book in the hands of a student, let alone some mysterious mentor who refuses–”

“I wasn’t going to ask you to,” Eva interrupted the now frowning Zoe Baxter. “Just don’t destroy the book right away and I think I can force the meeting you so very much want to have.” She smiled to herself. Her challenge was about to be complete.

That set frowns across Zoe’s face. “Indeed,” she said.

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Eva’s bed was empty once again this morning.

Ever since she disappeared for two days a few weeks ago, Eva spent the night someplace else about once a week. And she wouldn’t say where.

If Juliana had to guess, Eva ran around with her mentor going on fun adventures and bounty hunting.

But the girl didn’t trust Juliana. She avoided, dodged, deflected, or otherwise ignored any questions about herself. The times she did answer were either obvious lies or so vague they could describe anyone.

Then there was her obviously magical spider that Eva insisted was some generic tarantula. The spider that reappeared after a month ‘hunting’ right after Eva’s first disappearing act.

It still frustrated Juliana to no end that she had been unable to find the creature in any of the books she’d bought on creatures. That just meant it was in books not for student’s reading.

And that meant dangerous.

Hopefully at least. Juliana would be disappointed if it was just a rare tarantula.

If Mrs. Baxter hadn’t charged her with befriending the girl, Juliana probably would have found a different friend. Maybe even more than one.

She sighed as she stepped into the shower. I might be being hard on the girl. As long as personal questions were avoided, she wasn’t that bad. Plus she knew all kinds of crazy things.

Chaos magic and runes? What kind of first year knows chaos magic, not to mention doesn’t know what chaos magic is. What kind of anyone knows runes?

The runes were another puzzle. A puzzle that made Juliana money, but a puzzle nonetheless. Juliana looked up some runes not long after their business got going, mostly looking for other types of runes they could sell. She found a way to make an area unscryable. But the book listed around three characters. Eva’s anti-scrying papers covered the entire sheet. Either Eva was very bad at runes or those papers did a lot more than stop scrying.

Though, to be fair, they stopped scrying very well. The headache she had after testing lasted half a day. That had not been a happy day.

As long as the extra runes weren’t hurting anyone, Juliana didn’t much care. Though she felt they should be charging extra for whatever extra features were on their rune papers.

Juliana almost felt bad. Eva’s runes were over half of the Rickenbacker and business was spreading across the street without any effort on Juliana’s part. Eva had to spend hours drawing out and charging the runes while Juliana just delivered and got money.

Juliana pushed thoughts of her wayward roommate from her mind. She had her own plans for the day.

To say the area around Brakket Academy was dull would be an understatement. The ‘entertainment’ district and shopping areas had worn themselves out within two weeks. While Eva seemed happy to read through the library, and Juliana didn’t mind either, books were missing that spark of excitement Juliana needed.

Eva might be keeping from going stir crazy with whatever weekly escapades she disappeared on, but Juliana had nothing of the sort.

Her mother would never have taken her on any of her bounties. The few safaris she’d been on with her parents didn’t give her the exciting tales her father had.

Her solution might be a poor man’s substitute, but in the boring town of Brakket, Juliana would take what she could get.

She pulled open the drawer of her desk that held all of her exploring gear. She dumped the contents, a notebook and pens, a map of the town, a heavy-duty flashlight, gloves, binoculars, and rope, into her backpack. She checked the battery level of her camera and grabbed a few bottles of water from the fridge along with a few granola bars.

With that, Juliana put on a light jacket and headed out into the early morning air. She had her sights set on a very specific building today.

Business buildings were pretty easy to tell if anyone used them. If a business building was closed for any reason other than holidays or renovation, it was probably out of business. A for sale sign would be a for sure sign but that usually means the inside has been cleaned out unless it used to be a big factory. Boarded up windows indicated a goldmine.

Residences, on the other hand, were harder to tell. Even if no one went in or out for weeks, it might still be a summer home. Or in a school town like Brakket, a winter home for students during the school year.

The house Juliana had her sights on today hadn’t been used all summer. It had looked interesting at the start of summer, but Juliana couldn’t tell for sure back then. So she had discretely stuck a bit of painter’s tape over the doors and garage. They hadn’t been disturbed once.

That combined with yellowing grass from a lack of water, general disrepair of the exterior, and a broken window on the second floor led Juliana to believe it was, in fact, abandoned.

If it was intended for use during the school year… well, school was going to start in two weeks and no one had shown up so far. If she was supposed to live in it, she’d probably just choose to live in the dorms rather than spend the effort fixing the place up.

Juliana made a quick staircase out of earth and hopped over the wooden fence, flattening the earth once she landed. She wasn’t particularly worried about neighbors being nosy, but going in through the back door would give her more time to get in without displaying her obvious breaking and entering to the whole street.

All the residences in Montana, or at least around here, were very spread apart. Large houses on larger properties. This house wasn’t the biggest she’d seen, but it was decent sized. There was bound to be something interesting inside.

Juliana removed the bit of tape on the back door. The front door still had the bit of tape over it. She tried jiggling the handle and was surprised to find it unlocked. Won’t have to force my way in at least, she thought as she cracked the door open.

Reeling back, Juliana began coughing and gagging. There was something foul in there. Wishing she was a better air mage, Juliana slapped a cloth over her face.

Right inside the back door was a small dining room and kitchen. Dishes had been left all over the table. There might have been a meal on them but flies and maggots swarmed over the whole thing. The fridge was hanging open and full of even more bugs.

Underneath the cloth, Juliana smiled. This was interesting.

She carefully moved forward with her wand out. It wouldn’t do to be surprised by some rabid animal that managed to get in. A quick test of the light switch produced no results. As expected of an abandoned building.

Carefully maneuvering her hands, she brought up the flashlight to her hand holding the cloth. Enough light was coming in through the large windows, but some corners still ended up dark. In all honesty, she should just toss the cloth. It wasn’t helping much anyway.

The dining room connected with a small room at the front of the house. Several couches and seats were set around a low coffee table. Several shelves of books lined one wall. Sadly none were both interesting and something Juliana didn’t already own.

There was a fancy mask hanging off one wall. It was half black and half white with what looked like tarot cards cut out over the eye holes. A fake gold medallion hung in the center of the forehead depicting a moon encircling a sun. Several sheet music covered curls sprang off the top.

Juliana plucked it off the wall. It felt flimsy in her hands, like papier-mache. She replaced it on the hook. If she wanted it, she’d get it when she left.

The rest of the ground floor had nothing of interest. A small office with some computers set up, a room with a big couch and a bigger television, and a bathroom.

Juliana crept up the stairs to the second floor. She made it to the top and frowned. Not a single step creaked. What kind of abandoned house didn’t have creaking stairs.

The stench, however, followed her up. It might have been stronger on the second floor.

The first door she tried led to a bathroom with nothing of interest. The second door was a bedroom. A single, small bed lay inside. Juliana poked through the dresser. Each drawer was full of small boy’s clothes.

Juliana’s heart hammered in her chest.

Something was wrong here. A half eaten meal she could see. The family decided to eat before abandoning the town. All the books, all the furniture, and an expensive looking mask were suspicious. But full drawers of children’s clothes? Either this kid had a lot of clothes or this family left in a hurry.

And the smell. Oh the smell. It got worse as Juliana crept towards the last door.

She threw it open.

And almost threw up. The smell assaulted her the same time the sight did.

A king sized bed had its sheets torn off. They were wrapped up at the foot of the bed. White sheets were stained black. A gray foot stuck out from one end. Maggots crawled all over and in it.

Juliana was about to shut the door quietly when the sound of a bare foot slapped against the hard wood hall. She slammed the door and spun around.

A half-naked woman stood in front of her. Her jaw hung slack. Her clothes were torn to shreds. A kitchen knife stuck out of her chest.

Her skin most definitely was not alive.

Rustling and a moan could be heard through the door behind her. Retreat was not an option.

Situations like this were why her mother trained her. She sucked in her fear and got serious.

Juliana flicked her wrist. Her flashlight melted in her hand. She launched bits of sharpened metal at the woman’s head. She swiped her hand over the brass doorknob before the shards even struck. Brass marbles flew from her fingers into the woman’s chest.

They sunk into her with a sickening squelch, but they managed to stagger her.

Juliana sprinted past, knocking over a small table in the hallway on her way.

The doorknobs melted into her hand as she ran past. Juliana desperately wished the banister down the stairs was made of metal. The supports holding it up were made of metal and she settled for grabbing that as she flew down the stairs.

Juliana dashed out the back door, not waiting to see if the zombie followed her. With another flick of her wrist, columns of earth erupted from the back porch to completely cover the door and window. Another few flicks of her wrist saw other windows being covered.

She jumped the fence with the help of a large earth mound and covered the windows in the front as well. Not waiting to see if anything had already made it out, Juliana created a platform on their front grass about twice as high as a person.

Finally she relaxed atop her platform. She could still smell that stench she knew was rotting flesh.

From her backpack, she pulled out a small business card. She gave it three taps and the circle began glowing faintly. She gave it three more taps. Then three again.

Finally Mrs. Baxter appeared next to her on the platform.

“What is it, Miss Rivas. I am quite–” She cut off as she noticed the house half encased in earth. “Mind telling me what is going on?”

“Zombies,” Juliana breathed out. She felt like choking.

“Zombies?”

“At least one. But I saw another corpse and I swear I heard it moan. Plus there was a kid’s room but I didn’t see any kid corpses.”

Kid corpses. Juliana knelt and hurled her breakfast off the edge of the platform.

A light rubbing on her back brought her out of her fit. She leaned back from the edge. Mrs. Baxter had her phone out and was typing something into it.

Juliana wiped the spittle off her lip just as Mr. Lurcher appeared on the platform.

“Zombies,” he grunted.

“Indeed.”

He gave a few gruff sniffs of the air. “I can smell it from here.”

“Zombies?” Juliana asked.

“Death.”

“Juliana,” Mrs. Baxter said, “were you injured in the slightest?”

She shook her head. “I just ran past one as it stumbled. It only got…” How close? Too close.

Juliana slumped down on the platform.

Mrs. Baxter knelt next to her and put an arm around her shoulder. “Hold on,” she said, “we’re going back to the dorm. Wayne, keep an eye out for anything unusual.” She pulled out her dagger and hesitated. “And Wayne. Do not go in until I return. I would hate to have to explain to Dean Halsey why our alchemist is a zombie.”

With that said, reality folded away. The sky, the house, all folded into nothing. A moment later, her dorm room appeared and Mrs. Baxter gave her a light push into the room.

Juliana felt herself spin around and get pulled into the bosom of Mrs. Baxter. The instructor held her close and began whispering that it was going to be alright.

After a minute of Juliana pretending she wasn’t crying into the woman’s chest, Mrs. Baxter pulled away.

“Let me get a good look at you,” she said. She looked Juliana up and down, carefully inspecting her hands and face. She walked around until she was satisfied. “Alright. Wayne and I can’t leave this sitting, but I will be right back as soon as we look around. We’ll have a talk then.”

Mrs. Baxter stepped away, pulling her dagger out once again.

“Wait,” Juliana said, “both the creatures were on the second floor. One in the hall and one in the master bedroom. The door was shut but I destroyed the handle for a weapon,” Juliana said as she lifted the metal still swirling around her left arm.

Mrs. Baxter nodded. “You did good. I’ll be back in half an hour.” And she vanished.

Juliana took off her clothes on the way to the shower. Eva was still gone and even if she wasn’t, it wasn’t like the girl cared about modesty anyway. And right now, Juliana didn’t care either.

She sat and let the hot water wash over her body. She took deep breaths of the hot, humid air.

Juliana finally had an exciting story. She just wasn’t sure she wanted to tell it.

— — —

That girl is going to be the death me.

Devon threw a glance over his shoulder at the smoky figure standing in the shadows. Red eyes gleaming in the shadows narrowed sharply at his glance. He almost got whiplash turning back to his work.

That girl is going to kill me.

At least whatever she said to it didn’t result in Devon waking up with his limbs spread across the room. It just wasn’t fair. He was supposed to be the demon summoner and she was supposed to be the blood mage. Yet she had the service of a haunter.

It is that damn Arachne. I know it.

She had been far too unstable before she ran off with Eva. It was getting to be a menace. If he didn’t need her, he would have banished and forgotten her long ago.

For a moment he wondered if being alone with Eva for a few months improved her personality at all. The haunter in the corner of his eye banished all such thoughts. This seemed like her idea of a joke.

He dropped the last notebook into his suitcase and double checked the workshop. Everything he needed was accounted for.

Devon turned to the haunter, keeping his gaze on the floor, and walked towards the shadows. Slowly. He took a deep breath and stepped into the shadow.

A claw gripped his arm. He suppressed a cry as his shoulder popped out of its socket. The claw tightened, puncturing his arm at no less than four points. This was such a bad idea, he thought as the floor dropped from below him.

He landed hard, hoping he hadn’t just injured his still tender leg. Devon stumbled forward not even half a step before his nose cracked against a wall.

The haunter released its grip and half spun Devon around in the pitch darkness.

“Thank you Ivonis, that will be all.” Eva’s voice came muffled through a wall.

Probably standing under the brightest floodlights possible.

Still, the demon’s presence vanished from Devon’s side.

“Are you insane, girl? Sending a haunter after me?”

His voice echoed strangely around him. He felt out the room to find it incredibly tiny. Only a few square feet of floor space and the entire room felt like cement except for one metal panel.

A small flap opened up in the metal panel, flooding the tiny room with light. A number of red eyes peeked through.

“He has already been paid in full,” Arachne said.

“You’ll forgive me if I don’t trust a traitor’s words.”

The red eyes narrowed. The flap slammed shut sending painful echoes through the tiny chamber.

The entire wall pulled away a moment later. Eva stood in the opening. “You’re being far too melodramatic, master.”

“Yes, well, let’s see how you react when you wake up to a damn haunter leering over your bed.”

“He did his job and you are,” her eyes flicked to the blood dripping down his arm, “mostly unharmed.”

Devon scoffed. “Mostly.” He slammed his arm against the wall, suppressing another cry. It wasn’t the first dislocated shoulder he’d had, and he doubted it would be the last. Unless she has worse ideas for sending me home.

“Well, if you would have shown up or simply sent a letter, we wouldn’t have to resort to these measures. Didn’t you read the note?”

“Note?” Devon thought for a moment. “That chicken scratch? Did you read it?”

Eva gave an uncertain glance towards a grinning Arachne. “No,” she said. “But there were pamphlets there too. That should have been plenty of information.”

“Yeah, plenty of information on how amazing this school your going to is. And then you just up and left me with a damn cat to heal me? I’m surprised you still call me master.”

“Arthfael did that as a personal favor. I hope you gave him plenty of fish.”

“Well,” Devon slumped slightly, “yeah. But at least he stuck with me.”

Eva shook her head. “I had a plane to catch. Maybe if you hadn’t hopped yourself up on potions, we could have had a proper discussion.” She put her hands on her hips. “If you have any more whining to do, perhaps you can do it after we’ve started the treatment. I’m disappointed it took so long to find you and am eager to get a move on.”

She turned and walked down the hall with Arachne hanging off her shoulder.

Devon frowned as he grabbed his equipment and followed. The girl was getting far too uppity. And far too excited about her treatments. She should be fearful or at least wary.

He supposed it was an improvement over the dead-inside little girl who started the experiments. It was too much in the opposite direction. And the way Arachne hung off her, she didn’t even react. Devon doubted it even entered her mind what Arachne was capable of doing. What she had done in the past.

And Arachne, fawning over the girl like a child over a stuffed animal. One of its fingers idly twirled a lock of the long black hair. That simple action disturbed Devon more than Eva’s reactions, or lack of reactions. Eva could be attributed to simple naivety or ignorance.

No. Arachne had something deeply wrong with it. If Devon didn’t know better, he might have mistaken it for some other magical creature. A scary looking fairy perhaps. Ever since Eva’s treatment got underway, the demon stuck to her side. It even called her ‘sister’ on occasion.

The group moved outside the tiny building. Several more buildings, much larger than the one they just exited, were arranged with connecting pathways. Dry, yellow grass filled the gaps between the buildings. A rough wall could be seen surrounding the entire place. The tiny cell block they had just been in combined with bars on every visible window let Devon know what kind of place he was in.

“How did you get the haunter on your side?”

Eva half turned with a bit of a wince. “There are fifty dead cows, buffalo, goats, horses, and sheep inside cell house two.”

“Forty-six,” Arachne corrected.

“Right. Ivonis left two sheep and two cows. It doesn’t smell very pleasant in there at the moment. We’re headed to the opposite end of the compound, so don’t worry about that.”

Devon didn’t like the sound of that. It was less morally reprehensible than five humans, he supposed, but if the animals had been stolen off a farm… fifty animals was a lot to lose no matter if they planned to eat or sell them. They might as well have just killed the farmer and his family. It’d be a quicker death than starving, in any case.

Eva brought the group to a stop outside a small gate set in a nicer looking wall.

“I’ll need a bit of your blood,” she said as she withdrew a dagger. She smiled. “Unless you want to experience my wards first hand.”

Devon held out his already injured arm without a word.

Eva frowned at the droplets of blood already dripping off his fingertips. “Arachne,” she said, “could you grab a few potions to handle these cuts?” She looked back to Devon and said, “I’ll still need to make a fresh cut with the dagger.”

Eva leaned close and drew a small orb of blood into the air. Devon grabbed her shoulder as soon as the demon had disappeared into the building titled ‘WOMENS WARD’.

“You trust that thing far too much,” Devon said. “It is not human and it is not your friend. Demons should be tools and nothing more.”

Eva blinked twice. “Do they teach you that in demonology school? I’ve found being polite and treating demons like people seems to work alright.”

“You’re going to get yourself killed, girl. And take seven years of experiments down the drain with you.”

“I’m so touched you are worried about my health, master. As for Arachne…” she trailed off for a moment, thinking. She shrugged. “I like her. She is surprisingly thoughtful at times, if a tad protective. Without her,” she waved a finger around the air, “none of this would be possible. She found this place, spent a month cleaning it up, and has generally been good help.”

Devon frowned and released Eva as the demon in question emerged from the building. It walked down the short path to the gate and handed Devon a light blue vial and a yellow vial.

Eva walked just inside the gate with the small orb of blood floating above her hand. She snapped her fingers and the blood marble vanished. “Alright,” she said, “you should be able to come in now. You’re not keyed into my room, so don’t try it.”

Despite grumbling at her use of the word ‘should,’ Devon walked through the gate. Nothing bad happened as he walked up the path to the single story building.

The main room had some nice looking chairs and tables shoved off to the side. In the center of the room, two old-fashioned looking barber chairs had been set up in the center of a partially drawn ritual circle.

Devon pulled his notebook and flipped to the page with a copy of the circle. He had the entire thing completely memorized, of course. But it always paid to be careful. He wasn’t about to risk all the time and effort he’d spent on Eva, not to mention the wrath he’d undoubtedly get from Arachne, on a malformed ritual circle. He pulled out a stick of chalk and set to work.

“So,” he said, thinking it was about time for more pleasant topics. Despite his chewing her out, he wasn’t unfond of the girl. “Have you been learning much at this school?”

“No,” came her quick reply. “School hasn’t actually started yet, so I still have hope.”

“It hasn’t started yet? Why did you leave so damn early?”

Eva shrugged. “‘To settle in and attend seminars’ were the reasons given to me. Settling in took less than a day and none of the seminars are designed for students that haven’t even had a year of schooling. Although the seminar with my advisor is at least interesting. It is basically combat training. My adviser is apparently a highly rated combatant. Speaking of,” she smiled a smile Devon didn’t much like, “she wants to meet with you.”

“You told her about me?”

“Didn’t have much option. I implied your name was Randolph Carter, so you don’t have to use Devon if you do meet her. She knew I was at the museum thanks to my runes and wanted to know what dangerous object we stole that had the nun’s habits in a bunch. I told her a phylactery that was destroyed and not to worry.”

Devon groaned. “Don’t even remind me.”

“How is your leg?”

“Better,” Devon snapped. And it was. Mostly.

That killed the conversation. Devon quietly finished the circle.

Eva already stripped down and took a seat in one of the chairs. Arachne took the other. He set to hooking the two up. Tubes connected various points on their bodies together. Magic kept them all going one way, from Arachne to Eva. He dropped a warded jar near Eva and attached a tube from her into it. She liked to keep the filtered human blood she shed for whatever blood magics she used.

Devon stripped and sat in a small circle within the larger ritual circle. Without even waiting to ask if they were ready, Devon let his magic flow.

Immediately the two subjects slumped in their chairs. Black blood flowed down the tubes from Arachne to Eva. A light pattering of bright red blood hitting the bottom of the warded jar filled the air.

Once the ritual began, Devon was no longer needed. He stood up, dressed, and moved to examine his research subjects.

He pulled one of Eva’s eyelids open and shone a light over her eyes. The wide pupils constricted immediately. Her pupils had developed tiny nubs at the top and bottom, and they were becoming less circular. No one would notice unless she got an eye exam, but in a few more months, maybe even by the time of her next treatment, people who paid close attention might start noticing. In a year’s time she wouldn’t be able to hide it without cosmetic contacts.

Though her irises might need contacts sooner. The red displaced the brown-hazel of her original eye color around the edges. Now that they’d crossed the half way point, the changes would only accelerate.

Devon flipped through the Subject Eva notebook. He made a detailed sketch of how her pupils looked while constricted along with some notes.

Devon set the notebook down and wrenched open her jaw. He ran a finger over her teeth. They were changing at a far slower rate. Her eyes were more of a side effect, the cells being replaced during normal body operations. The sharpening of her teeth was purely magic. They were already barely noticeable and hadn’t changed enough since their May session.

Her tongue might have been slightly elongated and thin, but that could just be her tongue. Unless more drastic changes happened, he’d note it as normal for a human.

Eva’s mouth was a healthy red and her saliva clear and smelled normal. He wasn’t about to taste it. Many demons had toxic saliva and he wasn’t about to take a chance. Of course, she could have developed separate venom glands, especially considering who the blood donor was, but there was no evidence of that.

Her skin color was normal. As was her hair, even at the roots. That was one of the things that surprised Devon the most. He expected some change, especially her skin, but it was the exact same as when she was six years old. Perhaps now that they’d crossed the fifty percent mark something would happen in the next few months or years.

Her muscles and body were developing well. She didn’t appear weak or fatigued earlier, though Devon made a note to ask about any strange feelings when the girl woke up.

All in all, Eva seemed healthy. Far healthier than expected, if Devon was being honest. His research had him laughed out of demonology circles for being too dangerous. Though they might have meant the result would be dangerous, not the process itself.

Her mental health seemed to be there as well. From their May treatment until she left early June, she acted consistent with her own behavior and not significantly different from a regular human her age, her experiences included. There would be a full examination after she awoke, of course. Based on how she acted between his arrival and the ritual, Devon didn’t expect much. Not unless Arachne had its claws in the girl deeper than he wanted.

Devon decided to stick around for a while. To check out this school and the environment his life’s work was being raised in. He wanted to do so over the rest of summer, he didn’t expect the girl to leave the day she told him about the school. Between his injury and the Elysium Sisters swarming around looking for him, Devon scarcely had a moment’s rest.

He moved to a seat in the corner of the room and organized his notes. There he’d wait until the magic within the ritual circle consumed itself and the treatment would finish.

At least there were no Elysium Sisters up here.

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The outdoor auditorium where most of the summer seminars were held had a nice atmosphere. Seats surrounded a small circular platform on a raised dais down in the center of the area. On the platform, a wall of cushions had been set up and a waist high pile of silver marbles lay at the other end.

The auditorium was at the very edge of campus, somewhat near a small lake. An overgrowth of plants and trees spread out from the forest behind the platform. A single pointed mountain lay in the distance almost directly behind the platform.

Eva took her seat in the stands. The weekend passed and there had been no sign of Arachne. So she sat without a spider clinging to her chest. Juliana sat to her side. There were far more seats than the thirty or so students who showed up.

Zoe Baxter appeared on stage like some sort of magician. She had a pointed silver dagger in her hand. With a wave, the lights on the platform brightened and the lights in the audience darkened. She tapped her throat and began speaking in a loud voice.

“Welcome to my seminar. Here you will learn to fight. We will perform mock battles and we will discuss survival techniques.” She scanned the crowd as if waiting for questions or objections. None came. “Tonight will be a bit different.

“The goal is to avoid my attacks,” she gestured to the large pile of silver marbles, “and to land a single strike on me. Any volunteers?”

A larger student, maybe a third or fourth year, stood up and got a bit of a reaction from Zoe. “Oh. Mr. Burnside. Have you learned from last year’s mistakes?”

The student climbed up on stage and rolled a palm sized red sphere in his hands. “I’ve given a lot of thought to what I did wrong. You’ll be the one on your back this time.”

If Eva hadn’t been watching Zoe closely, she might have missed the tiny sigh that escaped her lips. “Very well, Mr. Burnside. Let us begin.”

Zoe gripped her dagger and flicked her wrist. Six of the marbles floated off the top of the pile and launched themselves towards the student.

A massive ball of flame, about the size of a large beach ball, erupted from the red sphere. Eva felt the heat wash over her as it raced towards Zoe.

The marbles entered the flame but did not emerge from the other end.

A heap of marbles moved between the flame and Zoe. The ball of flame crashed against the makeshift wall. More than half of the marbles disappeared beneath the flame before the ball of fire dispersed.

The remaining marbles all launched themselves at Burnside. He tried to dive out of the way but a number clipped his back. He was carried backwards and landed in the pile of cushions at the end of the stage.

“That was a powerful attack, Mr. Burnside. Relying on a single large attack is not a valid option. If your opponent avoids or defends against it, you will lose. I believe you tried a similar strategy during your second year. I do not wish to see it again.

“You may take a seat, Mr. Burnside.”

After that, a number of veterans fought against her and, without exception, all wound up failing to strike at her.

As the number of willing participants started to dwindle, Zoe began to call out specific people.

“Miss Eva. You look eager to test your mettle.”

Eva was certain she looked nothing resembling eager. “So much for not participating right away,” Eva whispered to Juliana.

The blond just shrugged.

Eva pulled out her wooden wand and climbed upstage. She hadn’t practiced with the thing at all since she got it, and didn’t intend to actually use it. Holding it in her hand and waving it around should cover up her casting.

What she was going to cast was the bigger issue. Neither she nor her master used traditional magic much and neither had a proper education in it. But Eva didn’t have her vials or her daggers, nor any demons to come rescue her. Not that she would have used any of them in a little mock battle.

Stepping was the most normal magic she used. She could do simple light spells, but she wouldn’t be throwing around fireballs just now.

Her poor planning session ground to a stop as Zoe took up a stance. “Ready yourself,” she said.

Immediately a handful of the silver balls shot towards Eva. Several aimed at her face.

She stepped past them and immediately threw up her hand. A dark ring spread and enveloped the stage.

Her instructor slowly turned, unable to see in the darkness but obviously expecting an attack. Several marbles launched from the pile in seemingly random directions. More than a few were a bit too close for comfort for Eva.

Eva flashed a bright light just to the left of her instructor and stepped to her right. Her hand, already halfway through a punch when she came out of her step, froze in midair as she felt the cold flat of a blade on her neck.

That happens way too often for my comfort, Eva mentally sighed.

The darkness dropped to reveal Zoe Baxter looking her usual proper self.

“You managed to avoid the projectiles and create a situation disadvantageous to myself. You pressed your advantage in an unexpected move with a physical attack. I can’t say I ever expected to be nearly punched.

I would compliment you, however you just moved within range of one who uses a close quarters weapon as their focus.” She removed the dagger from Eva’s throat. “As lithe and as delicate as it looks, it is still a deadly weapon. Unless you have a counter, don’t get close.

“Take a seat Miss Eva.”

Eva frowned as she walked back to Juliana’s side. If Zoe hadn’t already known about her abilities, she may have been able to surprise the woman. That didn’t make her wrong. In real combat, Eva would never attempt to get close to someone with a weapon if there were alternatives. But in real combat, Eva would have used blood magic and Arachne, if she were around.

If she were around. If Eva were attacked on the way back from the seminar, what would she do? Run, probably. She didn’t have Arachne, her daggers, or any vials of blood. Maybe she would start carrying a dagger and some blood.

Eva took her seat and watched as Zoe Baxter knocked another student on their back. It was a good show, to be sure, but Eva wondered just what the purpose was. She offered next to no pointers and taught no spells that would help. If she was trying to test everyone’s level, then everyone lay somewhere around abysmal in comparison to her.

This was probably why there were almost no students above the second year. The new students didn’t know any better and the second years wanted to see if what they learned in class would help. For the most part, it didn’t.

“Anyone else?” Zoe looked around the crowd as her latest demonstration limped back to his seat.

To his credit, the boy was one of the better ones. He erected a violet shield that stopped the marbles. He tried to launch spikes of ice at the instructor, but the moment he did, his concentration and shield wavered. Zoe sent a handful of marbles at once, intending to break through, but the shield went down just as they would have hit it.

His ice spike did make Zoe sidestep, for whatever that was worth.

“Miss Rivas. You are looking like you want to try. Care to step on stage?”

Eva glanced at her friend. She had her usual half bored, half tired look on her face. She wasn’t even glaring or really staring at Zoe.

Still, Juliana stood and stepped up to the stage, withdrawing a simple wooden wand. Eva had yet to see the girl use anything else for her magic.

“Prepare yourself.”

Zoe launched a good ten of the steel marbles all at once. Eva did make a note that not a single one had been aimed at the blond’s face. She winced as her friend just stood there.

The marbles impacted. The blond remained unmoved. Instead of knocking her across the room, the marbles splotched out on her sundress the way Eva imagined paintballs might. The silvery metal flowed over her dress and coalesced into a thin plate over her chest.

“Ferrokinesis,” Zoe said. “The ability to control metal within a few inches of oneself. An earth magic spell that is an almost perfect counter to these attacks, and of a skill level far higher than a pre-first year. Where did you learn it?”

“My mother.”

“Indeed. Let us step it up a bit then.”

Something must have clued Juliana into the coming attack. A thick column of earth shot out of the ground just as Zoe finished speaking. A lightning bolt crashed into the column an instant later.

Eva jumped in her seat, as did half the crowd.

Juliana already launched her counter attack. Shards of the earth column that broke off with the lightning oriented their sharp ends towards Zoe. With a flick of her wand, the shards launched off.

Zoe stood her ground. Her pile of steel marbles launched at the incoming earth shards, intercepting every one.

A simple shield would have taken that hit, Eva thought. She’s showing off, still toying with her. For a moment, Eva thought about interfering. A simple light spell flying into Zoe’s eyes. But she worried her new friend may take that as an insult; that she couldn’t hold her own.

A gust of air caught Juliana off guard, rocking her back slightly. She dropped to the ground, narrowly avoiding several of her own earth shards carried by the wind.

A bolt of lightning crackled over her head. “Enough,” called Zoe Baxter.

Juliana climbed to her feet. She pocketed her wand and brushed herself off.

“You did exemplary. You found a way to completely nullify my use of projectiles. In addition, your reflexes to my second attack were top of the line.” She turned to the crowd. No, she turned to Eva. “However, Miss Eva. I saw you out of the corner of my eye. You very nearly attacked me. Why didn’t you?”

Heads turned as almost the entire gathering of students focused on Eva. Eva glanced around, feeling a sudden twisting in her stomach. Juliana just gave her a light smile, barely a twitching of her lips. “I–”

“Miss Rivas could have been the first to strike me since I started these seminars seven years ago. It would have taken just a little distraction.”

Eva let silence fill the air as she considered her words carefully. “I didn’t want Juliana to feel that I thought she was weak. She was doing, as you said, exemplary. It felt wrong to interrupt.”

“So you failed to assist your friend due to wanting to save foolish pride. Her own, not yours. It is true this was a mere mock fight with no intent to seriously injure,” she gave sidelong look at Juliana, “at least on my part. But I hope you would not do such foolish things in an actual battle. I’ve known plenty of people to die because of foolish pride than I care to. I do not wish to add to that count.”

A silence hung over the crowd of students at the heavy words. Zoe seemed to not notice. She turned back to Juliana. “Thank you, Miss Rivas. You may return to your seat.

“That will be all for tonight,” Zoe said as Juliana hopped off stage. “The second seminar will be held on Monday one week from tonight.”

Eva’s shoulders slumped as Juliana sat down. “Sorry,” Eva said.

Juliana just shook her blond hair. “Don’t be. I didn’t help in your fight.”

“That’s different. I wasn’t doing much of anything and Professor Baxter wasn’t doing much in return. You had lightning bolts tossed at you and they are nothing to be scoffed at, believe me.”

“You’ve had run ins with lightning before, Miss Eva?” Zoe walked up to where the girls were seated. “I shouldn’t have held back so much then.”

“Second hand and I’m very sure that it wasn’t quite the same.”

“Oh? Do tell.”

Eva sighed and relayed a sanitized version of her master being hit by lightning. She made sure to obscure all the details.

At mentioning how her master had been laid up for a few weeks, Juliana nodded sagely. “I’ve seen my mother on potion highs after injury. It isn’t pretty.”

“Sounds like you’ve had quite a lot of experiences. I fully expected to be hit by a spell under the cover of your darkness. What led to your decision to use a punch?”

Eva shrugged. “I don’t know why you expected a pre-first year student to do much of anything,” she said with a glance towards Juliana.

“I personally know Juliana’s mother, and have known Juliana for a fair amount of time.” The two shared a glance. “Still I wanted to check and see for myself how her training was coming.”

“Well,” Eva said, “I’ve never had to use major offensive spells. Light spells and the darkness derivative are useful on occasion. My stepping is useful for everyday transportation. I can light a campfire but I’m not going to be throwing around fireballs like that first student.” She shrugged again. “In retrospect, I should have just ducked down and wrote down a sleep rune.”

Zoe Baxter narrowed her eyes. Eva did not miss the glare.

“Something wrong?” she asked.

“A complex and rather impressive array of runes was found outside a museum in your hometown. A certain group expressed great interest in recovering a dangerous object that was stolen.”

Eva stiffened as her stomach clenched for the second time that night.

“And Miss Eva. I do remember your promise to be clever with your lies.”

“There was a ten thousand year old phylactery with a bounty for its destruction. My mentor was looking to collect.”

Zoe had the good sense to look startled. “There was a lich running around while I was there? And you fought it?”

Eva shook her head. “I just put the museum staff to sleep. Apparently its body had been destroyed a long time ago and it was unable to acquire a new one. And before you ask, the phylactery was destroyed. I watched it happen.”

Zoe studied Eva’s face. After a minute, her eyes flicked over to Juliana. Eva caught a shrug out of the corner of her eye. “Well,” Zoe said, turning back to Eva, “that is reassuring. I must admit to being concerned when the sisters refused to describe what dangerous object was stolen in their notice, especially as I suspected one of my students were involved. They’ll be happy to know it is destroyed.”

“I’m not so sure about that,” Eva said quickly. She did not want her name mentioned to the nuns. “My mentor theorized that the Elysium Sisters were protecting the phylactery, rather than seeking its destruction.”

“That doesn’t make sense,” Juliana spoke up. “The Elysium Sisters are known for being intensely hostile to any sort of undeath or necromancers.”

“Well, I highly doubt my mentor was capable of destroying it while they were unable to. But that’s just his theory. You would have to ask him.”

“I would love to.”

Eva suppressed a wince. She forgot the stiff woman wanted to meet with her master. Her little challenge to herself went wayward with the traveling and exploring of a new city. “I passed on your wish to meet him before I left. I haven’t spoken with him since.”

“Indeed.”

“In any case,” Eva said before the instructor could continue, “if they really want to know, just tell them Randolph Carter destroyed the phylactery. As far as I know, my mentor is still in Florida.”

Zoe Baxter nodded and parted with the girls, but not before reminding them to be at the next week’s seminar.

“Sounds like you’re into some dangerous things.”

Eva glanced at the blond as they walked back to the dorms. Her face had the usual impassive look to it and her tone lacked the accusatory edge Eva had been expecting. “Not really,” Eva said, “put the night shift to sleep, walk in, my mentor grabbed the phylactery, walk out.”

Juliana seemed not to hear. “You never told me you had tutelage under a mage-knight. What other bounties did you go after?”

“I don’t think he and your mother are quite the same thing. His bounties come from a more… seedier sort.”

“Still, you didn’t even have a focus until a few days ago. Yet you used two chaos spells, though they were admittedly low-level.”

Eva didn’t have a proper response to that. “Chaos spells?” she deflected.

Juliana glanced at Eva. “You don’t know?” At Eva’s shaking head, Juliana said, “Order and chaos magic are taught during the fifth and sixth year, after four years of elemental magic.”

“So it is very advanced magic then?”

“Not really. I imagine we’ll learn plenty during our general magic classes. It just doesn’t have a dedicated class until later. They’re used a lot more in creating magical artifacts than elemental magic and have less use in daily life.”

Eva frowned at that. “You’re telling me,” she stepped forward about ten feet, “that is a chaos magic spell?”

Juliana nodded. “My mother can blink.”

Eva hummed at that. “Zoe Baxter called it a ‘rudimentary teleport’ and seemed fairly dismissive of it when I first met her.”

“Maybe it fails at some aspect a standard blink can do?” she said with a shrug.

“Still, it is one of the few spells I actually know, yet I used it nearly every day before coming here. It seems a lot more useful in daily life than a lightning bolt.”

“That particular spell, perhaps. Take air magic. Mrs. Baxter was using telekinesis to move her attacks. An air mage might be able to slow their falls or just keep a storm out of their face while high level air magi can fly unaided or perhaps drastically increase their speed and senses. And those are just examples on a more extreme end.”

None of those sounded all that amazing to Eva. Except flying. That might be fun. In truth, she was far more interested in things like lightning bolts and fireballs than how to keep a storm out of your face.

Still, she nodded along with the blond’s words as the conversation drifted to safer topics. They made it back to the dorm and Juliana headed straight for the shower.

The earlier conversation reminded Eva that she slept on two potentially dangerous objects. If Arachne didn’t return soon, she might have to find a temporary holding place herself. Or just do a thorough examination of the golden dagger and the blackened skull herself. Eva procrastinated enough with all the traveling and settling.

Rather than reach behind the drawer under her bed, Eva sat at her desk and took out a pen and paper.

Juliana emerged from the shower a full hour later. She walked to Eva’s desk and peeked over her shoulder, bringing with her the faint smell of her flowery shampoo.

“Very pretty,” Juliana said. “What are they?”

Eva replaced her wand in her pocket as she finished charging the last rune. It was a bit annoying to use, but she decided to get used to it before school started. The runes should last a good few months even with the low quality ink and paper. She would loved to have reset her blood wards, but the idea of exploding roommates wasn’t very appealing.

“They are runes,” Eva said.

“I gathered that. What for?”

“Mostly to stop scrying, but they might be good for keeping away a handful of other minor nuisances.”

“What made you make them?”

“A book on scrying I noticed in the library earlier,” Eva lied. There had been books, but they were not the reason for the paranoia. “If you were a thirteen year old boy suddenly living in the same building as a bunch of girls with easy access to tons of magical texts, what would you do? And try to remember Max’s comments the night we got here.”

Juliana’s face flushed red and she simply nodded. She stopped as a thought seemingly occurred to her. “I didn’t think you cared about such things.”

“We’re both girls,” was Eva’s excuse. “Besides, you don’t want to show off for them, do you?”

She shook her head. “So how do they work?”

“Each one will cover a five by five foot square centered on the paper. We hang them up on the ceiling, overlapping slightly, and anyone who tries to peek gets hit on the head with a hammer. Not literally, there should be no long-term damage. If they persist the worst that might happen would be passing out, but they’d have to endure a good ten seconds of constant hammering in the skull to get that far.

“They should last about two months, maybe a bit less. I need to acquire some better ink and a fountain pen. These ballpoint pens are nice for notes but little else. The one in the bathroom will probably need to be replaced weekly. The humidity will damage it.”

Juliana nodded. “You know, runes are cons–”

“Outdated, archaic, old, not worthy of learning by any mage, and I’m a terrible person for using them. I know.”

“I was just saying: there are wards we could set up instead.”

“Know any?”

“Well… no.”

“Runes it is then. Let me know when you find some anti-scrying wards. Until then, these will do.”

A thoughtful look crossed Juliana’s face again. “You should sell them.”

“What?”

“I’m sure there are tons of people here that would like them.”

“That’s…” Extra money would be nice. The boys were just an excuse. Eva didn’t care if they saw her. The skull and her daggers, as well as Arachne when she came back, were the bigger issues. “We’d have to keep it secret. I’m quite confident in my rune-work, but I’d rather not have people trying to find ways around.”

“Hmm hmm.” Juliana smiled. Her usual smiles were rare and when they showed they were barely there. This smile was a borderline grin. “I want ten percent for the idea. For an extra twenty percent I’ll find you customers.”

Eva stared at her new friend. The girl was entirely serious. Eventually Eva shrugged. “Alright, go for it.”

“We’ll need to find a way to keep people from just copying the runes after they buy it. Otherwise they’ll just make their own after buying once.” The pulled her hand to her chin, deep in thought. “Can you use some kind of invisible ink? Or perhaps an envelope that instantly incinerates its contents when opened.”

Eva hadn’t seen the blond this interested in something since she showed off Arachne. Eva offered comments on questions about what all she could do with the runes. She relaxed against the back of her chair as Juliana went over several aspects of their new business. The girl wrangled an extra five percent for ‘consultant fees’ out of the poor runesmith.

Not that Eva minded much. This would just be an extra cushion on the stipend that came with her scholarship.

They went to bed after coming up with the full plan. Juliana would begin quietly testing for interest and advertising for anti-scrying shields. If enough people seemed interested, they’d go get some supplies and begin production.

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“Welcome to Brakket Magical Academy.” Zoe Baxter looked over the students. She quickly spotted her candidates. Eva Spencer and Juliana Rivas looked already acquainted. Good.

Zoe was a bit disappointed in the lack of Shalise’s presence. She would have to make another visit to the girl’s orphanage and impress upon her the importance of attending a proper magical school, namely Brakket.

Jordan Anderson, one of Wayne’s candidates, stood close to Eva. He had a small entourage around him all of whom seemed to know each other. Whispers went back and forth between all six students. Two of them kept shooting wary glances at a small pet carrier in Eva’s hands.

That must be the tarantula Eva mentioned. The girl must have shown them. Judging by their looks, they didn’t like what they saw. Zoe planned to avoid her candidate’s room as much as possible once they moved in.

Maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as she imagined.

Zoe let her gaze move past the other students. Some she recognized as being candidates for other teachers, others she drew a blank on. Altogether there were only twenty-two students. Seven less than last year.

Hopefully the school wouldn’t shut down before the students had a chance to prove themselves.

“You were all personally met by an instructor before you came here. They will be your primary advisors.” Zoe paused, gesturing to herself. “I am Zoe Baxter, instructor of magical theory.” She waved her hand towards her companion. “This is Wayne Lurcher, alchemy instructor.

“We will be taking a short bus ride to the dormitories where we will meet the rest of the teaching staff. If you forgot who your primary advisor is, find either myself or Mr. Lurcher and we will assist you. There will be a short orientation of the dormitories when we arrive. Afterwards, you will be free to do as you wish, though there will be a meal provided free of charge after the orientation.”

Zoe surveyed the students once again, looking for any sign of confusion. Her search came up short, but she still elected to ask, “any immediate questions?”

A slightly rounder boy standing near Jordan Anderson raised his hand. Zoe nodded towards him.

“Are the dorms co-ed?”

Zoe frowned while Wayne answered with a terse, “rooms are divided by gender, but you’ll all be in the same building.”

“There are detectors,” Zoe added, “to ensure no untoward behavior with the opposite sex occurs on school property.”

The boy made a comment to his peers that Zoe didn’t catch. They gave a few chuckles and quieted down.

“If there are no other questions,” Zoe paused and glanced around the room. When no one raised a hand, she continued, “the bus is waiting.”

They got the students loaded up and set out on their way.

Zoe kept an eye on the students as they drove. She listened for any comments or questions. Most of the students looked fairly tired however and the rest looked hungry. Not much chit-chat went on between them.

She did keep a special eye on her candidates. Eva almost looked like she wanted to come up and speak with her when they first boarded, but had moved on to sit next to Juliana. At one point, Zoe caught the girl peeking down her own shirt. She gave a sigh while Juliana looked on with a tired look. Zoe didn’t think the black-haired girl had much to complain about, at least for her age. Still, Zoe smiled sadly, remembering all too well her own feelings when she was younger.

The bus lurched to a halt outside the Rickenbacker Hall. The students were brought into the lounge where the other instructors waited. Before they could separate to their advisors, Zoe called their attention once again.

“This is the Rickenbacker Lounge. The noticeboard,” she gestured towards a simple bulletin board, “will have all important information regarding anything the school feels you need to be made aware of. Students may use it to post their own notices so long as they do not interfere with school information. I encourage you to make a habit of checking it each night before you sleep. You may find your advisors now.”

The group dispersed to the various instructors. Eva, Juliana, Jordan, and the round boy, Maxwell maybe, stuck behind.

“You didn’t find a third after all, Wayne?”

“I don’t see a third for you.”

“She is just wrapping things up at her home. She’ll be along before school starts.”

Wayne just huffed. “Come on, boys.” He marched off. The two boys shared a glance and followed after him.

“What was that about?” Juliana asked.

“Originally, Eva was to be one of his candidates.” Zoe glanced towards the girl in question. “He got in a bit of a tantrum when you ran away, and I snatched you up.”

“Candidates?”

“Just who we all picked to enter the school, like I did for each of you.”

Eva spoke up. “Did no one want come to this school without being recruited by an instructor?”

Zoe spared a glance at the other few students who had yet to leave the lounge. This was not a line of questioning she wanted to get into in front of others. “Let me show you to your rooms. You can ask questions there.”

She led the girls up to the third floor and stopped in front of a room.

“Room three-thirteen?” Juliana asked.

“What luck! I’d sure hate to be those poor folk in room seven-seven-seven.” Oddly, Zoe didn’t detect much sarcasm in Eva’s voice.

“There are only three floors in both dorms, room three-twenty is as high as it goes.”

Zoe ignored Eva’s scoff as she held out two black cards. “These will open the door to your room with a swipe. They will also open all amenity rooms in this building as well as anywhere else you have access to across the entire campus. Don’t lose them.”

She pulled out her own card and opened the door. Inside was the standard dorm room for the Rickenbacker. Three beds with plenty of storage drawers beneath them and a desk at the end of each bed. Two windows gave plenty of space between the beds. There was a small kitchen and dining area. No open stoves but there was a fridge and microwave.

A single bathroom lay through a small door.

“You can fight amongst yourselves which bed you want. There will be a third member of your dorm arriving sometime this summer, so do keep the spare clean.”

The two girls immediately darted for the beds with walls. They set their things down on their respective desks and Eva turned back to Zoe.

“Should I be worried that our extra luggage isn’t here?”

“It is being brought in a second vehicle. It should be delivered by the time we finish eating. If you did not put your name on it, there is an office adjacent to the lobby that has a lost and found.

“Unless I am mistaken you had concerns about our recruitment methods?”

Eva sat on the bed she had chosen and regarded Zoe with a wary look. “I’m not complaining. I doubt I would have even attended any kind of magical schooling without you. However, I’ve heard rumors,” she said as her eyes flicked towards Juliana who had taken a seat on her own bed, “that this school is barely holding together.”

Zoe thought about deflecting completely, but decided to edge around the issue. “Our reputation is poor, it is true. Yet every student in all six years of this school are on the same scholarship that you are. If we were so poorly off, we would not be able to afford such things.

“As for our reputation itself, well, it is a complicated issue. You will learn more about it in the future, I am sure. For now just focus on your schooling and rest assured that plans are already in motion to elevate our school in our peer’s eyes.”

Eva did not respond, she just frowned in thought. Juliana looked bored by the short discussion, like she wanted nothing more than to flop down on her bed and sleep.

“On an unrelated note,” Zoe lied as she pulled a small pamphlet out of her breast pocket, “there is a seminar that will meet several times this summer. It is meant for older students, but I ask that you attend even if you cannot participate right away.

“You can ask me questions if you have them later.” She dropped the paper on the small dining table. “Lets finish up our tour before we miss dinner. After that, I am sure that Miss Rivas at the least would like to sleep.”

Thankfully, Eva left her pet carrier on the desk.

The two girls followed her on the tour through the building’s facilities. They stopped by the alchemy lab, though both seemed disappointed they would not be allowed inside without supervision until they finished their second year. The library seemed of particular interest to Eva though she seemed a bit disappointed by the small size. Zoe quickly stressed that there was a much larger library within the main school building.

The recreational areas seemed to please the girls. The pool disguised as a massive beach and the hot tubs that looked like natural hot springs atop a snowy mountain were especially well received by Eva; she seemed more happy that there was actual magic present than she was about the water.

Juliana found one of the study rooms to her liking. It was a smaller room with a ceiling that showed the sky and stars above as if there weren’t light from any source, regardless of the actual time of day.

At the end of the tour, the two girls began whispering to each other. Eva spoke up. “We can take our meal in our rooms, right?”

“I don’t see why not,” Zoe said with a shrug. “There is a communal kitchen near the lobby we started at, they will serve you meals there. There is a large dining room adjoining the kitchen if you wish to socialize with some of your future classmates.”

“I’m exhausted,” Juliana said. “I will probably fall asleep the moment I get food in me. I’d rather not have to climb stairs between the eating and the sleeping.”

Zoe wondered for a moment if that was an excuse to get out of her presence. The deep rings beneath the blond’s eyes convinced her otherwise.

“Very well.” Zoe pulled out two of her business cards and handed them to the girls. “If you have an emergency, you know how to use these. Otherwise I will see you at the seminar.”

The two children walked off down a hallway that was almost the shortest route to the kitchen. She didn’t correct them. They would learn in time.

The moment they were out of sight. Zoe withdrew a thin silver dagger and flicked it across her chest. The walls of Rickenbacker hall trembled and tipped backwards into the ground. The pure white space of between rushed to fill their vacancy. Another flick and reality reconstructed itself in the form of the staff meeting room.

She walked from between into the room and took her usual seat. A plate of roast and mashed potatoes materialized in front of her and she ate while waiting.

Soon enough other instructors began entering the room. They tended to use far more normal methods, such as the door. They would move to their chairs and sit down. Some would eat the meals that appeared while others chatted about their new students.

Wayne appeared directly in his seat. He ignored the food and turned to Zoe. “Did you get a look at her spider?” he grunted.

“I saw its cage. I didn’t ask.”

His face split into a feral grin. “My boys were talking about it. Big as her face, they said, and it climbed all over her head. She didn’t even bat an eye when its deadly fangs rested on her forehead.”

Zoe glared at him, looking for any sign of a lie. She didn’t find one. “An exaggeration, surely,” she paused, looking at him again, “or a poor jest trying to frighten me.” She wasn’t about to tell him it was working. “I did my research after she mentioned having her pet. They didn’t look near as bad as I first imagined.”

Sure many might be poisonous and have poisonous bristles sticking out of them. But domesticated tarantulas were supposedly calm and didn’t attack unless they felt threatened.

Wayne grunted. “Don’t come cryin’ to me when you want someone to hold your hand during inspections next week.”

Zoe paled at that. She had yet to find someone to take over that responsibility and she doubted she would be able to.

“Did you ask her about the museum?”

“Must have slipped my mind.”

“The Elysium Sisters reported a dangerous object was stolen with the aid of runes, a system hardly anyone uses these days, the same day your girl used the same runes in your presence. She also met with a mysterious mentor later that night. And you don’t question her?”

“Very long-winded of you Wayne.” Zoe glared at the man.

“I’m just sayin’ if the dorms explode in a ball of black magic, don’t come cryin’ to me.”

The dean popped into the room at the head of the table alongside her secretary. Conversation died out as she cleared her throat.

Zoe started tuning the woman out before the first word bumbled out of her mouth. The woman was the cause of half the academy’s problems and this meeting was a waste of time.

But, Zoe didn’t want to be fired. And she had a job to do. So she smiled and nodded along with whatever the dean was talking about.

— — —

Eva awoke at her usual time. At least, she thought it was her usual time. The black sky outside her window suggested otherwise.

Time zones, she thought with a sigh.

Stretching and yawning, Eva sat up in her bed. A heavy lump fell off her chest and into her lap.

She poked Arachne tentatively. The spider twitched and sprung to her feet. Her frantic glancing around gave Eva a spur of giggles. The spider leapt and half tackled her back to the bed. Arachne clasped her legs around her and just sat.

Eva just sat back with Arachne on her chest. She half wondered if Arachne had a nightmare. After five minutes she patted the spider’s back.

“Going to take a shower now,” Eva said.

Arachne’s grip did not loosen in the slightest. Eva shrugged and walked straight to the bathroom.

With the hot shower water poring over the two, Eva patted Arachne’s back once again.

“Hey, you alright?”

One of her legs finally unclasped and lightly tapped Eva’s right shoulder.

“We’ll spend some time this week finding a place where we can be ourselves a bit more. In fact,” Eva said, “if you want to run around today while I’m shopping, that would be perfect. Well, perfect as long as you stay out of sight and don’t attack anyone.”

There was a bit of hesitation before Arachne tapped her right shoulder again.

“Alright. Good. For the record, I liked the hospital much better than master’s place. If we could find something like it, that would be best.”

Eva shut off the shower. It wasn’t half as good as her old shower. The runes she carved into the metal shower heads were the perfect temperature. Or maybe she just got used to the temperature. Eva made a note to look into recreating it.

After toweling off, Eva stepped out of the bathroom and froze.

Juliana had sat up in her bed. Her eyes locked with Eva’s. A moment later they flicked downwards, staring at Arachne, then downwards again before snapping back up to Eva’s eyes.

“I’m not used to other people around,” Eva said slowly.

“Not a problem,” Juliana stood up, revealing simple white pajamas. “I just didn’t expect you to be telling the truth when you said you showered with Rach.” And with that she disappeared past Eva into the bathroom.

Eva sighed and looked down to find Arachne’s eight eyes staring back. “Maybe I should buy some–” Eva cut herself off with a shake of her head. “Too late I suppose.”

Arachne climbed off and unfurled herself to her human form. Eva hoped the squelching noises were covered up by the sound of the shower. Once human, four legs sprouted from her back and wrapped themselves around Eva. Her clawed hands ran themselves through Eva’s hair.

“You’ve been hugging me non stop for almost a full day now.”

Arachne pulled back with a wide grin on her face. “I know. I wanted another one.”

Eva bit her lip and decided to ask again. “Are you sure you are alright?”

“I’m great. Why?” Her grin might have stretched a little wider.

“You just acted a bit odd this morning.”

“Well, as long as we’re going to be together for a year, might as well be together during it, right?”

Without waiting for a response, she turned and slid the window open. The screen fell out with barely a tap. Both Eva and Arachne leaned out the window and watched it land in some bushes below. They shared a glance and both shrugged.

Arachne climbed out, using her spare limbs to attach herself to the wall.

“Be careful.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t be seen. You stay safe,” she said, one of her long legs poking at Eva. “If you get even a scratch on you, I will tear this place to pieces.”

“That’s a bit much for a scratch.”

“Then you’d love to see what I’d do if you were seriously injured.”

With that, she disappeared up the building into the morning darkness.

Eva shut the window and got dressed. They were in Montana and its vastly different climate. Still, it was June. A skirt and tee-shirt should do.

Juliana emerged from the bathroom, fully dressed, and sat down at her desk. “So,” she said.

Eva smiled and sat on the edge of the as of yet unclaimed middle desk. “I’m planning on heading into town for shopping. School supplies among other things. Do you want to come?”

“It might be too early to get uniforms,” she patted herself, “just in case. But nonperishable alchemy supplies and books would be nice.”

Eva nodded. “I need a focus as well. And a new set of vials with anti-decay enchantments.”

“A focus?” The blond tilted her head to one side. “You lost your old one?”

“Never had one.”

“Oh. I just expected with all those potions you had, that you would have had a focus as well.”

“Don’t need a focus to brew potions.”

“I suppose that is true,” Juliana said with a nod. “Shall we grab some food before we head out?”

“Sounds great.”

The girls headed downstairs and scrounged up a light breakfast in the kitchens. They met some other early rising students and exchanged pleasantries. Only when the other students mentioned the time did the girls realize it was far too early for shops to be open.

They killed time in the dorm library. Eva was a bit disappointed, if unsurprised, to find no books catered to her specialized interests. There was a book on runes that Eva had never read before. Juliana poured herself into a book on magical creatures.

Soon enough they left the library and headed outside. Rickenbacker Hall was one of two dorm buildings built across from each other. They each held three years worth of students.

Turning down one path led to the school. A large but mostly flat building except for a three-story wing at one end. It was a modern structure, mostly made out of large cinder blocks with lots of glass and decorative metal. Not at all what Eva expected a magical academy to look like.

The opposite direction led off campus. There was a large town built around the school. It was similarly modern, though none of the buildings looked more than two stories high. According to the school pamphlet, a lot of entertainment areas filled the immediate area outside the school campus. Regular shops and homes lay further beyond.

The reality couldn’t be worse. There were shops around campus to be sure. Entertainment buildings as well—however a number of them looked closed. And not just closed because it was still early in the morning.

At least Arachne would have plenty of selection.

Eva doubted the situation got better further away from the school. There were probably tons of homes where the owners had packed up and left the dying city.

“Shall we start with your focus? It is always fun to get one.”

“Sure,” Eva said with a shrug. “If we can find a place that sells some.”

“I came here during summers when my brother still attended. I think I remember my way around.”

“Lead on,” Eva said. “I’ll follow.”

Juliana grabbed a surprised Eva by the hand and led her right past the first line of shops. They came to a circular plaza that looked like the perfect area for school supplies.

Outside a clothing shop, a set of school uniforms performed a tuneless waltz. The bookstore’s sign was a giant book that flipped pages every few minutes. Eva wondered if the text was actually anything other than nonsense filler words. The potion shop, focus store, general equipment store, and a good handful of other stores all had similar eye-catching advertisements.

As Eva’s initial surprise at the sights wore off, she noticed there was not a single person milling about. The benches were all empty. The guy sitting behind the Gooble Gobble Gourmet Grub kiosk was obviously playing some sort of game on a tablet and hadn’t even looked up once.

Perhaps it was because of the early morning. Just after the shops opened maybe no one was there. Eva doubted it.

Undaunted by the worries that plagued Eva, Juliana dragged the black-haired girl straight to Foible Foci.

Wands were the prevalent foci on display. Wooden ones, metal ones, simple ones, jeweled ones, all laid out on shiny racks. Given that wands were what magic was instructed with at the academy, that was probably a good idea.

Still, Eva found herself wandering to the alternate foci. Rings, large red spheres, staves, crystal capped rods, daggers and other weapons, even books specifically designed for use as foci.

The rings were obviously the most enticing for the combat aspects Zoe Baxter had mentioned. With Juliana at her side, Eva began her search.

Eva purchased a simple wooden wand. It would suffice for classes and Eva had no intention of using it outside class. For rings, Eva chose a full fingered version. According to the shopkeep, it had far less capacity for raw magical power than something like her master’s dual ring and bracelet combination. Juliana didn’t expect it to be useful aside from the most mundane of spells.

Eva didn’t think that would be much of a problem with her natural abilities. Unnatural abilities? Either way, she could do magic on her own.

They soon left to the alchemy and potions shop where they both picked up a large number of brewing supplies. Eva picked up a lot of fresh ingredients that Juliana avoided. She had to leave most of her potion cupboard at home and she didn’t intend to be caught with only what she had in her satchel.

Juliana bought out half the bookstore when they arrived there. She wanted every book that she didn’t already have at her personal library at her home. Eva wondered how she planned to transport them all back when the girl pulled a small suitcase out of her pocket. It grew to a regular sized suitcase and she dumped the books in. They still went over the edge, but when the blond zipped up the zipper, not a spot looked like it had even the slightest bulge. She then dropped it back in her pocket with a small wink to Eva.

“I want one of those.”

“Family heirloom,” she said, once again showing her rare smile. At Eva’s frown, Juliana continued, “there are mass produced versions at shops, maybe one down in the general equipment store. They will be far inferior and still very expensive.”

Turning to leave the store as soon as she heard that, Eva ran straight into a person coming in. She stepped back with a hastily mumbled apology as two men brushed past her without a word.

Juliana came up next to her and whispered, “rude.”

It was Eva’s turn to grab the blond’s hand. She led the girl back towards the dorms.

“We’re not heading to the general store?” Juliana asked as they left the circular plaza.

Eva barely heard her as she walked, but she managed to register the question a minute later. “No. Think I’m a bit fatigued of shopping for now.”

“Those men bothered you?”

“Would you believe bad vibes? We’ll come back another day. I still want one of those suitcases,” Eva said with a big smile.

The smile disappeared as she turned forward again.

There was something off about those two men. And it wasn’t just that they were the only two customers Eva had seen aside from herself and Juliana.

It might not have been noticeable from a distance, there was something covering it up, but Eva’s nose had been right in the man’s chest. She took a brief inhale of two very familiar scents. One was the coppery tinge of blood.

The man wasn’t a blood mage though. If he was, he wasn’t a very good one. Every drop of blood spilled by a proper blood mage is consumed whether in spells or to heal yourself, as such the scent doesn’t stick around long or that strong.

The other scent was far more worrying. A scent she had only ever found on long decayed corpses.

The scent of rotting flesh.

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“A cat carrier?” The security agent quirked an eyebrow.

“It just has a few books in it,” Eva said with a shrug. “I’m planning on coming back in a car and bringing a cat with me. I figured I could use it as a carry-on for the flight.”

Too much information? Did I offer an explanation too fast? Eva suppressed a nervous swallow. If she was caught, there would definitely be problems. When the officer didn’t say anything, Eva prodded, “is there a problem with that?”

“No, I suppose not. Run it through the x-ray.”

Eva nodded and set the carrier on the conveyor belt. She pulled off her mostly empty book bag and set it next to the carrier. She stepped through the body scanner.

With no items that could be considered contraband, Eva knew she didn’t have anything to worry about.

That did nothing to stop the sweat and adrenaline. Everything could still go so very wrong. At best she would be kicked out of the airport and have to find another way to her new school. At worst she would be arrested and throughly searched. They would find all her black magic books, among other items.

She gave a sigh of relief when she made it past the checkpoint. She picked up her bag and the cage and had to stop herself from running to the bathroom.

She locked herself in the furthest stall and finally relaxed. Now she had to wait. There was forty-five minutes before her flight was scheduled to leave. Eva moved books from the carrier to her book bag, all except for two. One she cracked open and started to read, the other was left in the carrier.

It didn’t take long before the ceiling tile above her moved. It lifted just a crack and eight red eyes glowed from within. A second later and the tile moved to the side.

A large spider silk net slowly descended into her stall. Eva caught it and pulled out her daggers, the black skull, and her blood and potions. She tossed those into her backpack.

Arachne crawled down the wall and into Eva’s lap after sliding the ceiling tile back into place. She wrapped her legs around Eva’s own legs.

They sat like that for twenty minutes. Just waiting down the time Eva had to spend in the company of other people.

Eva knew most of her worries were unfounded, despite the horror stories surrounding flight security these days. Being around a number of unknown people still made Eva a bit nervous. The feeling was only compounded by her carrying around two daggers, tons of books she shouldn’t be caught with, an artifact of unknown power. And Arachne.

She knew she wasn’t in any danger between her own magics and Arachne. The people around her might not be so lucky.

All that combined with the nerves of having never flown before and Eva could barely sit still. Arachne on her lap was a huge comfort of a familiar situation. Sadly, even that couldn’t last forever.

She stroked the back of Arachne’s smooth carapace. “Arachne,” Eva whispered, “into the cage.”

Arachne slipped her legs beneath Eva’s shirt and started to skitter under.

Eva clamped her hands around her waist. “No, we talked about this.”

If Arachne had a human mouth instead of fangs, Eva imagined she would be pouting. She crawled into the cage in the most dejected manner a spider could.

To be fair, Arachne’s spider form had very long legs and not a small body either. The small cat cage was not made for someone of her dimensions. Eva frowned at the eight red eyes glaring out of the dark cage.

Eva placed the book in front of Arachne and shut the door. Arachne held the book up against the grate. There were still holes in the top portion of the cage but Arachne mostly blended in with the dark bottom.

Satisfied with the camouflage, Eva picked up the carrier. She took a new seat in the waiting benches for her gate. She quickly pulled out a much more benign book than the one she had been reading in the bathroom and buried her nose in it. Hopefully the people around would see a girl involved in her book and not try to make small conversation.

Her plan seemed to work. Not a single person approached her between sitting and her flight being called for boarding. The attendant checking her ticket questioned the cat carrier, but Eva just tilted it back to show the two books carefully pressed against the door. The attendant smiled and waved her through.

The plane was much smaller than Eva anticipated, but much fancier looking. She had seen images of jets before on television or at school or the library and they were nothing like this. She expected rows and rows of seats. Instead she got couches.

There were seats closer to the front than the couches, but they looked more like someone took two recliners and cut off the arm rest in the middle. Definitely not what she thought airplane seats should look like. There were four sets of two, all facing the front of the airplane. A little table was set out a decent space in front of each pair of seats.

Eva could see a second compartment similar to the one she was standing in through a small doorway.

She stood right at the front, hesitating. No flight attendant had led her to her seat. Her ticket didn’t have a seat number on it. She doubted the seats even had numbers. Numbers would just blemish the lounge atmosphere.

A small group of teens around her age sat at the couches. Two girls and two guys. There was clearly space with them, but they hadn’t even looked up when she entered. They quietly chatted away with each other.

A young girl sat in the window seat of one of the pairs of recliners nearest to the couches. The girl’s blond hair was almost as long as Eva’s own black hair. It came down to just above her waistline. She wore a lavender sundress with a light floral pattern.

Eva didn’t want to walk past the group on the way to the rear compartment, but she didn’t want to appear entirely unsociable either. Not if these were going to be fellow students. So she chose the paired seat next to the girl.

In contrast to her bright aesthetics, the girl was downright depressed looking. She had her feet up on the seat with her arms wrapped around her knees and her head buried in her arms.

“Is this seat taken?” Eva asked.

She lifted her head just long enough for a quick glance at Eva. Her bright green eyes were marred by the heavy circles of sleep deprivation.

Maybe she doesn’t like flying, or perhaps stayed up too late. Without an objection, Eva took the seat next to her and set Arachne’s cage beneath the table in front of her.

A moment after Eva sat down, another teen about her age walked aboard the plane. He had a big smile on his face and walked right past Eva without even a glance in her direction. Eva didn’t bother to look to see if he moved to the couch or to the cabin beyond.

The overhead speakers crackled to life. “This is your captain speaking,” a gruff voice said. “We have three more stops to pick up students. A light lunch will be served around one o’clock. If we happen to fly over a time zone and skip one, well you’ll just have to starve.” Eva heard the group behind her give some polite chuckles.

“We’ll be arriving at our final destination by six o’clock mountain time. In the mean time, get yourselves comfortable. We’ve got a long trip from Florida to Montana. Doubly so with our extra stops.

“It is a long flight but you’re free to move about the cabin when we are in the air. We might be on the ground for a while on our stops, but I ask that you do not leave the plane. We might just leave without you. There are drinks and snacks available from our flight attendants and bathrooms between the compartments.

“With all that said, we’ll be taking off shortly. Enjoy your flight.”

The speaker crackled again and cut off.

Eva glanced around the cabin. The group of students resumed their talking, or maybe never really stopped. The blond next to her never even moved a muscle during the captain’s entire speech.

A flight attendant came out and began pointing out exits and showed how to use oxygen masks in the event of an emergency.

Eva wasn’t sure what kind of emergencies were common on flights, but felt that oxygen masks were probably more of a placebo than anything. The fact that seats doubled as flotation devices might have been comforting if they were going to Europe or somewhere, but there just wasn’t that much water between Florida and Montana.

After her speech, the flight attendant went behind a curtain up front. A few minutes later and Eva felt the plane jerk forward.

She almost wished she took a window seat for her first flight, rather than sit next to the curled up girl. Luckily the windows on this plane were fairly large. Not quite car window size, but larger than she had seen in movies.

Eva sighed. She was sure Arachne would have liked to see as well.

Eva had no doubt that the spider-demon was getting restless already. That they would be stuck in the plane, and her in her cage, for over thirteen hours could only be making it worse.

As long as everyone on the plane were students, maybe she could bring her out. At least let her stretch her legs so she wasn’t all folded up for a whole day.

Eva watched past the blond girl as the plane made its way to the runway. It stopped and sat. And sat. Eva felt a jolt of adrenaline as a worry came over her. Maybe there was something wrong.

Maybe they found out about all the contraband she had on her person. Her bag was still slung over her shoulder, but maybe they had magical detectors and had detected her ritual daggers. Or Arachne.

The plane began to move forward and Eva felt relief wash through her. The runway moved past the window as the plane picked up speed. The plane tilted back and Eva found herself pressed into her seat.

A familiar sensation gripped and pulled at her stomach. Eva almost started giggling. It was like jumping with Arachne.

The ground disappeared beneath the plane as it rose into the sky. Even as strong as Arachne was, she would be hard pressed to even hit half the height they were at now. And the plane was still rising.

As the plane leveled off, Eva was brought speechless. The sun glinted off the tops of clouds and the ground beneath was so very tiny.

Eva knew what planes were. She even had an idea of how they worked with wing shape and lift. Yet looking out the window was something special. Not magical, she knew how magic worked better than how planes worked, and nothing about planes was magical.

Well, she thought, maybe this plane. But it was probably close enough to a regular plane that the view wouldn’t be different.

Eva leaned back in her chair and just started to relax when the flight attendant popped out of nowhere. She asked if either of the girls wanted anything to drink and started listing off drinks she could serve. Eva was pretty sure some of those drinks weren’t supposed to be served to someone her age.

Of course she ordered one. A twisted doe.

She had alcohol in the past and didn’t much care for its taste or effects. She was, however, always on the lookout for new things.

The girl next to her spoke for the first time in almost thirty minutes. For the first time as far as Eva was aware. She barely tilted her head up and mumbled, “a coke.”

That had been good enough for the flight attendant. She nodded and walked away. She returned a moment later and set down a bubbling cola in front of Eva’s blond companion. Eva got a clear liquid in a fancy glass.

It didn’t smell like alcohol. She took a cautious sip. Blueberries. Nothing especially special, it just tasted like blueberries. If it had alcohol in it, it was covered up enough that she couldn’t tell.

Her second sip set her on edge. It was most definitely the taste of strawberries without a hint of blueberry. A third sip got her bananas followed by a fourth sip of pineapples.

She smiled and set the glass back on the table. It was a simple concept, but a fun drink. While she knew quite a bit about magic, she had no idea where to even start to make something like this.

If school taught her things like this, it might be really amazing after all.

Her attentions turned to the girl sitting in the seat next to her. She hadn’t even touched her drink. Eva bit the inside of her cheek in thought. Finally, she decided.

“Are you alright,” she said in a quiet voice.

The girl lifted her head slightly and turned to the side. She didn’t say anything and dropped her head back to her knees, still tilted to the side.

Eva reached into her book bag and withdrew the small satchel of potions Arachne had sneaked in with. She held them in her hands, hesitating for just a minute before flipping the flap open. “I have some potions, a number for healing and restoratives, if you think they might help.”

The girl’s head lifted again. This time her eyes narrowed as she examined Eva’s face.

Eva thought she made a mistake in offering the potions. But there was no way potions could be as bad as blood magic or having a demon sitting at your feet. The book list even had alchemy books and supplies. That was basically the same thing. Probably.

Eva’s fears were unfounded. The girl gave a light nod and watched as Eva ran her fingers over the tops of the vials.

“You’re not injured, so these wouldn’t help,” Eva lied as she skipped past a row of poisons. Her finger stopped on one of the light blue vials. “General remedy, try this.”

The girl nodded and tipped back the entire vial. “Thanks,” she whispered as her head dropped back to her knees.

“My pleasure. I’m Eva, by the way.” She held out her hand. It was a bit awkward being so close, but the girl made the effort to shake it.

“Juliana.”

“Nice to meet you.” Something clicked in Eva’s head. “Juliana Rivas?”

The blond’s head snapped up and she narrowed her eyes again. “You know me?”

“Only your name,” Eva said quickly. “Zoe Baxter, a teacher, mentioned we would be roommates with another girl.” As the blond relaxed, Eva said, “I wonder what the odds of sitting next to you are.”

Juliana dropped her head back to her knees. A muffled voice leaked out from between her arms. “Probably pretty good,” she said. Eva raised an eyebrow and the blond continued. “We’re not exactly going to the most prestigious magical academy around the country. More like the laughing-stock to be honest. I doubt there are more than ten freshmen girls including the two of us.”

“Ah,” Eva murmured with a frown. Neither the pamphlet nor Mrs. Baxter mentioned anything about the school being poorly regarded. Not that it was really something to advertise. Not to mention she wouldn’t be going anywhere at all without the scholarship provided by the school.

“Don’t worry about it. My brother said that the teachers are decent. It just uses teaching practices that are ‘untraditional’ in his words.” She shrugged, cracking her neck from side to side before dropping back to her knees. “Besides, if you are the one who brewed that potion, you’re probably at least a few years ahead of any school. In that department at least.

“Now,” she said, “I’m going to try to get some sleep.”

Eva nodded. “I’ll try not to disturb you.”

With that, the blond’s head dipped back to her knees.

Eva leaned back in her chair. She took a quick sip of her drink, lemon this time, and decided she may as well sleep too.

Two guys and a girl got on the plane at the first stop. All three headed straight towards the second compartment after hesitantly glancing about.

The captain had come on again repeating his speech, but this time saying that they would be waiting a good half-hour before departing.

Juliana stirred awake at the loudspeakers’ noise. She seemed to be feeling much better. Whether it was the nap or the potion, Eva didn’t know.

An awkward silence settled between the two. They exchanged greetings after she awoke, but Eva just didn’t know what to talk about. She never had much of a social life apart from Arachne and Devon. Maybe a handful of other demons that she or her master regularly summoned. Nothing they discussed seemed like a very safe topic with regular people.

Just as she was about to ask a few general questions about magic and the academy, the group that had been sitting on the couch approached. Two guys and two girls, all looking Eva’s age, stood around.

Eva felt a pit in her stomach. She had never been a victim of bullying in her old school, not unless you counted the minor annoyance that was Todd Farkas. This could be dangerous. At least, Eva thought so until the boy with brown and short, wavy hair offered his hand.

“Jordan,” he said.

Eva hesitantly shook his hand. “Eva,” she said.

The group then went through and introduced themselves to both Eva and Juliana. Maximilian liked to be known as simply ‘Max’. He was a bit taller and had the beginnings of brown facial hair poking off his face.

Irene and Shelby were twins. They didn’t really look it; one had brown hair and the other had black, Shelby seemed a bit more developed than Irene as well.

Jordan and the twins grew up together and all decided to attend Brakket despite the twin’s parents wanting them to go to a different school. They met Maximilian while shopping for school supplies and became fast friends. At least, according to Max. The face Irene made while he was telling his tale led Eva to believe it was a bit tall.

“I couldn’t help but overhear earlier,” Jordan said as soon as introductions were over, “you gave her a potion?”

Eva grimaced. “Yeah, is that a bad thing? I don’t know much about magical society.”

“Oh no. At least, I don’t care. I doubt anyone else would either. I’m quite interested in brewing myself though and was wondering if you might let me take a look.”

Eva shrugged and pulled out her potion case. She withdrew another light blue vial and handed it to the boy.

He held it up to the light of the window and rolled it back and forth. Eva wasn’t sure what he was trying to learn from it. After a moment of everyone just staring at him, he eventually handed it back with a nod. “Pretty good,” he said.

Eva wasn’t sure if that ‘pretty good’ had qualifiers attached to it like ‘for an amateur,’ but she decided to take it as a compliment anyway. “Thanks.”

Maximilian had knelt down during Jordan’s examination. Eva froze as she saw him try to peek past the book blocking the front of the carrier. “Who is in here?” he asked far to innocently.

“Aww,” Shelby cooed as she knelt down. “Have you got a little kitten?”

“It’s– I–”

The black-haired girl started to stick her fingers into the small holes at the top. Eva lurched forwards and grabbed her wrist. She wrenched the poor girl’s hand away far harder than she probably should have.

“Not a cat. She’s probably cranky from being cooped up and I don’t want her needlessly agitated.”

She didn’t apologize as the girl rubbed her wrist. What kind of lunatic sticks her fingers into dark enclosed areas anyway. At the group’s stunned silence, Eva glanced over to Juliana. The blond was no longer buried in her knees and appeared far more interested in the cage than she had been before.

Eva sighed. “I was planning on letting her out at some point. This flight is way to long to leave her in there.”

She could hear Arachne already rustling at her words. The rest of the group apparently heard as well. Juliana leaned in closer, trying to peer through the holes. The twins gave an uneasy glance at each other.

“You have to promise not to scream or shout or really do much of anything. I had to smuggle–” Eva paused for a split second and tried to think of a good nickname. “Rach,” she decided, “past security and I doubt she’d take it well if a flight attendant tries to separate us.”

“That’s reassuring,” Juliana said. The girl was far too interested for her own good.

“Rach?” Jordan questioned.

Eva frowned. “Rach is a West African tarantula. Very large and a bit old. For a spider anyway.”

Shelby looked like she was going to be sick. She brought her hand closer to her chest as if being near the cage was going to hurt her.

Eva reached down to the clasp of the carrier door, but paused. “The moment she starts running around the plane or looks like she might even be considering thinking about the possibility of even scratching anyone, she is going straight back into her cage for the rest of the trip,” Eva said in a stern voice, mostly for Arachne herself.

Eva opened the door. Four long, black legs stretched out of the carrier.

Shelby shook her head and walked straight back to the couches, mumbling ‘nope’ over and over.

The rest stayed and watched as Arachne emerged from the carrier. She crawled out, each leg making a careful step. She turned around slowly, examining all the group with her eight eyes. Arachne turned back towards Eva and twisted her body a little, like she was trying to cock her head to one side. She felt out with her legs against Eva’s own, as if she was making sure who she was.

Eva frowned. The spider-demon was obviously showing off. For intimidation or for attention was up in the air. Probably both.

She scurried up Eva’s legs with frightening speed, eliciting a gasp from Irene. She slid right under Eva’s shirt and continued climbing out the neck hole. Arachne settled herself in on the top of Eva’s head, wrapping some legs around her chin. Her fangs drifted lightly to the top of Eva’s vision.

“Show-off,” Eva mumbled out the corner of her mouth. Juliana quirked an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything. Eva snapped her mouth shut and suppressed a sigh.

“Well,” Eva said aloud, “meet Rach.” She brought her hand up and slowly stroked the smooth chitin.

The group as a whole did not look like they knew how to react. The sole exception being Maximilian. “Can I touch her?” he asked.

Arachne immediately tapped her left shoulder.

Eva shook her head. “I’d rather not needlessly upset her. Perhaps after we get to school and she gets acclimated to living in a new place.” Eva gestured at the fangs hanging into her vision. “You wouldn’t enjoy being on the business end of these.”

The larger boy withdrew his partially outstretched hand. He gave a half chuckle and said, “personal experience huh?”

Eva gave a short laugh at that. “I’m not sure I’d be around to tell about any personal experiences, if I had any.” Second hand experience, I might be able to talk about…

“Oh,” was his only response.

Irene spoke up for the first time since her introduction. “We should be getting back then, don’t want to crowd your spider after all.” She gave a nervous giggle and all but dragged Max away.

Jordan, however, stood there. He just stared at Arachne.

Eva fidgeted under the look. “Is there anything else?” she eventually asked.

“A West African tarantula, is it?” he asked with a bit of a skeptical look.

Is he already suspicious? Eva suppressed a groan. If some kid her age suspected within a few minutes, Arachne would be outed as a demon before the week was through if she wasn’t more careful with who saw the spider-demon. “From West Africa. The scientific name is long and hard to remember.”

Jordan gave a small ‘hmm’ noise. “Well, Eva, I’ll head back with the others. Let’s talk again sometime.”

“Sure thing.”

With the strange boy gone, Eva relaxed back in her seat. The relaxing only lasted a moment.

Juliana quickly had her face right in front of Eva’s. Eva pressed herself back. She felt Arachne’s abdomen pinched between her head and the seat, but the spider could take the meager amount of pressure of Eva’s head. It would also help keep the spider from launching at the blond.

The girl’s eyes didn’t even register Eva’s distress. After staring at Arachne for almost a minute, the blond sat back in her chair. Eva relaxed slightly.

“She’s very pretty,” Juliana said.

Eva rolled her eyes at Arachne repeatedly tapping her right shoulder.

“Smart too.” Her eyes were glued on the tapping leg.

“That’s just… She’s well-trained.” Eva frowned at the single left shoulder tap. “I’m glad no one started screaming, unlike the last time I showed people Rach, but you seem very comfortable.”

Juliana waved a dismissive hand. “My mother is a retired mage-knight who frequently goes on ‘safaris’ with my father around the world. They catalog and frequently return home with various creatures. Safe, dangerous, magical, mundane. It’s all the same to them.” She wiggled a finger across her face. “When I was eight, I woke up with a very poisonous centipede crawling on me. It was probably as big as your spider.”

“That’s…” Eva felt a slight tremor go up her spine.

“You shiver at that while you have a giant spider on your head?”

“I know Rach. I’ve been around her for as long as I can remember.”

The crackle of the overhead speaker stalled their conversation. The pilot said they would be taking off momentarily.

“Rach,” Eva said as she lowered her head and patted the table.

Arachne climbed off and turned to face Eva, cocking her body to one side again.

Eva gestured to the window. “It is quite a view when we take off.”

The spider-demon walked to the edge of the table near the window. She gave a sidelong glance at Juliana before resting her abdomen against the table.

The blond raised an eyebrow in Eva’s direction.

Eva shrugged. “I thought she might want to see. Don’t worry, she’s clean. We took a shower this morning.”

Juliana smiled. Probably the most emotion Eva had seen so far, discounting the vested interest in Arachne. Eva’s face flushed red, but she couldn’t just say that Arachne took a shower on her own.

As the plane rose in the air, Eva smiled as Arachne actually perked up. She leaned forward, pressing two legs against the glass. Juliana found it very amusing if her smile was anything to go by.

After takeoff, Arachne crawled under Eva’s shirt and latched around her chest; After Jordan’s suspicion, Eva didn’t really want to interact with any flight attendants or students. Juliana did give a quirk of her eyebrow as Arachne slipped out of sight, but she didn’t comment on it.

They passed the time with small talk, mostly about Juliana’s parents. Several stories about her run ins with various creatures. Her mother’s job, mage-knights, were apparently some sort of elite bounty hunters that went after dangerous magical criminals.

That made Eva more than a little nervous.

She felt a bit bad about deflecting most personal questions. There was just so much that she wasn’t sure if it was safe to mention. She mostly stuck with her school life, work at the vet’s office, and a partially made up home life.

Their next stop had them picking up around ten students. They split off, some in the back cabin and some sat in seats near Eva and Juliana. None made an effort to introduce themselves and Eva wasn’t going to get up and wander with Arachne under her shirt, even as hidden as she knew the spider would be.

The moment they were in the air again, lunch was served. Eva was a bit unhappy with the food. While the sandwiches and fruit were good, great even, they were just a bit disappointing compared to the drink from earlier.

Only two students boarded on their last pickup.

Eva kept Arachne under her shirt the rest of the flight. She would occasionally peek down and check on her, but the spider seemed more than content to just nestle between her breasts. Eva had been petting the spider for a time, over her shirt, until she realized how odd that must have looked to others. She definitely caught Juliana’s odd look every once in a while.

The plane touched down in Montana. She decided to leave Arachne beneath her shirt, pulling her out in the much more crowded plane didn’t seem like a good idea. She gathered up her belongings and departed with Juliana.

Jordan’s group joined them outside the gate. Shelby was notably keeping her distance. Her eyes were all but glued to the pet carrier. Eva just smiled and gave her a little wave. If only she knew where Arachne really was.

Waiting in the lobby to greet the new students was Zoe Baxter. The gruff voiced man who had been with her in the alley stood just behind her.

“Welcome,” Zoe Baxter said, “to Brakket Magical Academy.”

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Sunlight crept through the second floor of the abandoned retirement home. It prowled through the corridors until it came to the last room. Ignoring the blood wards and avoidance runes, it pounced on the sleeping girl.

Eva groaned and pulled her covers over her eyes. She slept through her alarm and school with it, only to be awoken by the cruel morning sun. She missed some of the final tests for the year, yet somehow school just didn’t feel as important with all the events of yesterday.

Besides, what were they going to do? Keep her out of the magical school?

She sat up. Would Zoe Baxter reject her for ditching the last few days of eighth grade?

Eva threw off her covers and jumped out of bed. The sun, while not high in the sky, was high enough for her to have missed at least two classes. Eva cursed her lack of a watch and vowed to pick up a small mechanical pocket watch someplace.

She almost stepped straight through her window, but she hesitated. While books might not be needed for her tests, Eva didn’t think showing up naked would garner her any extra points. She threw on a skirt and shirt, grabbed her pens and Zoe Baxter’s card, and stepped.

She kept stepping, rooftop to rooftop, until she found herself at her school. It wouldn’t do to step right in front of someone even with how late she was running. Instead, Eva stepped behind a small tool shed on the school property and ran straight in the front doors.

The large clock adorning the main entry way showed quarter to ten. Math and English had both passed. Eva ran to her science class. It only started five minutes ago. With any luck they hadn’t started the test yet.

It took several lies about caring for a sick father and losing track of time, but Eva managed to finish the day. She even managed to make up her math and English test, though English had a part two the next day along with another science test.

Next was meeting with Zoe Baxter. Eva thought about calling her in the middle of school, or perhaps a little coffee shop, but if the woman wanted to meet in a public place, they wouldn’t have approached her in the alley to begin with.

So, Eva chose the original alley. After double checking to make sure there were no people around, Eva pulled out the business card. Realizing she had never given the card a second glance, Eva looked it over.

It wasn’t anything special. Any random person would probably not give it a second look. It didn’t mention magic or the academy. Zoe Baxter, Instructor, and a small circle on one side. The back was completely blank.

The circle was the obvious point to tap. Deliberately avoiding it, Eva tapped just beneath the name.

It didn’t matter. The circle faded slightly. Cupping her hands over the card, Eva found the circle faintly glowing.

Less than a minute after tapping the card, cold air blew through the alley. A light clearing of a throat startled Eva.

She reached for her dagger and vials as she whirled around. Yet all her hands gripped was empty air.

It was probably for the best. Standing in front of her was Zoe Baxter in her black suit with red tie. Her face was framed by her bobbed hair with not a single strand out-of-place.

It had to be done by magic.

Zoe tilted her head slightly. “Jumpy much?”

Eva relaxed her pose, trying not to look like she had been about to attack her future instructor. “Tired, actually. I had a long night and you startled me.”

“Hmm. Getting into trouble?”

“I wish.” Eva gave a small chuckle. “Studying.”

“Ah yes, your current school. Classes going well?”

“I have a few tests tomorrow and then I’ll be done until… well hopefully forever, I suppose.”

“I take it you spoke with your… person, then?”

“We agreed that it might be handy for me to learn ‘proper’ magic,” Eva said, emphasizing her air quotes.

“Indeed. And this person is who taught you magic?”

“I said last time that I learned from books.”

“Miss Spencer. Books are many things, but a substitute to thaumaturgical instruction they are not. If you wish to attend my academy, I would appreciate it if you do not lie so plainly to my face.”

Eva had to suppress a flinch, but compared to Ylva, the woman’s glare amounted to almost nothing. “I apologize,” she said, “I’ll keep my lies more subdued in your presence.”

The corners of Zoe Baxter’s mouth twitched, though Eva couldn’t tell if it was into a smile or a frown. “I suppose it would be too much to ask to meet this person?”

“I’ll ask, but he is a fairly private individual.” Personally, Eva didn’t really care if they met. Getting her master to meet with someone might just prove a fun side challenge to herself.

“Can you tell me if he uses a focus or does magic like you do.”

Eva considered for a moment. There probably wasn’t much harm in answering. “He uses rings.” She tapped her right ring and middle finger. “They connect to a bracelet that… does magic. I’m not sure on the exact details.”

“Ah. A fighter then?” The woman looked more interested than concerned that Eva had spent time learning from a potentially dangerous person.

“You can tell just by his focus?”

Taking on a pose Eva imagined she used while lecturing, Zoe Baxter paced up and down the short alley. “While wands are the standard focus, they are easily broken, dropped, or disarmed, especially in the heat of combat. Rings are none of these things and generally preferred by combat mages. They aren’t the only type, of course, but fairly common.”

“I see.” Eva thought for a moment. “Well, he may have been a fighter once upon a time, but he can barely walk right now. I doubt he’ll be having too many adventures at the moment.” And that, Eva thought, wasn’t even a lie.

“While I would like to meet this mysterious guardian of yours, we should go back to the matter at hand. You have decided to accept the Brakket’s offer for enrollment and scholarship?”

Eva nodded. “If you’ll have me.”

“Excellent.” Zoe Baxter pulled out a large manila envelope from somewhere within her jacket. How it fit without being folded around her body had to be magic.

Eva accepted the offered envelope and peeked inside.

“Within you will find a card, similar to a credit card. It will get you all your meals, uniforms, books, and other school equipment. It also has a small monthly allowance for other necessities you may have.” She paused and held up her fingers pinched together. “And I do mean small, Miss Spencer. We are not a charity.”

“Eva,” Eva said. “Will I be paying back this credit card for the next hundred years?”

“We highly encourage graduates of our school to donate money. Especially those who used the scholarship program. Donations are where the money on that card comes from, after all.

“The envelope also contains important school information, such as required equipment and book lists. Your plane ticket is also there.”

“Ticket?” Eva poked around in the envelope until she found a thin strip of paper. She had never flown before, but the ticket looked entirely normal. Given the business card had looked normal, that wasn’t saying much.

Eva’s eyes flicked over the date. “The seventh? That’s–”

“The day after tomorrow,” Zoe confirmed.

“So soon? When does school start?”

“The end of August.”

“Why the difference in time?”

“Mostly to get students acquainted and settled in. There are a number of summer seminars that most find interesting as well. The information for them should be in your packet.” She paused, considering. “If that is a problem, you are free to leave at any time, even during the school year. You could live here so long as you make it to classes on time. I will warn you, our campus is located in Montana. There is no daily transport between there and Florida.”

“No, that’s fine. I was just curious.”

“Very well. I will leave you to your packing. Should you need anything, another of my business cards is in the envelope. Should you miss your flight, tap the ticket five times in a star pattern and it will change to work with another flight in early July.”

Eva nodded. “One question,” she said, “are pets allowed?”

“Some students bring pets, cats are especially popular these days. I can’t think of any rules that disallow other types of pets. One student has a snake, but it is slightly unorthodox. What kind of pet is it?”

“Tarantula.”

Zoe Baxter made a face. The first real expression of emotion that Eva had seen on her. It wasn’t particularly pleasant. Her sharp face was much more suited to stern expressions than fear or disgust.

Eva just gave her a smile.

“I will be sure to find someone else to take care of your dorm inspections.”

“Oh don’t worry. She won’t bite– She doesn’t–” Eva took her turn to frown. “I’ll keep her in a cage during inspections.”

“Your roommates may not be pleased. I’ll leave that for you to work out.”

“Roommates?”

“Two roommates.” Zoe pulled out her small notebook and flipped a few pages. “You are with Juliana Rivas and,” she flipped another page, “and pending. I suppose you’ll find out when you get there.”

“I see.”

“If there is nothing else then?”

Eva shook her head.

“Then I will see you in Montana.” Zoe Baxter turned and vanished.

Eva frowned as the cool air breezed through the alley. She had forgotten about her guest until the end of their conversation. She was still mad at the demon, but she didn’t mean to neglect her for an entire day.

Hopefully she wouldn’t be too angry.

Hopefully she didn’t wander.

Eva sighed. Hopefully the blood trail would be easy to pick up.

— — —

Arachne was having a bad day.

She filled up the blood vials, perfectly of course. Not a speck of dust made it in.

She settled down on the lobby bench and waited for morning. Being a demon, Arachne never had the need for sleep. Still, it was a way to pass time without doing anything. So she tried to sleep.

It didn’t go over so well.

The dust in the lobby kept getting under her exoskeleton. It itched in every nook and cranny of her body. She wanted a bath.

Instead of sleeping, Arachne wandered the first floor. None of the appliances or plumbing worked, not that she expected it to, but there was nothing that wasn’t covered in decades of dust to help clean her off.

Arachne returned to the lobby and sat perfectly still. She didn’t want to disturb more dust or agitate the dust already on her.

And she waited.

When the sun finally decided to wake up and spread its tendrils of light, Arachne perked up. Her Eva would be up soon and there had to be something to help clean up on the second floor.

She waited. Her new master never descended. But Arachne wasn’t going to disappoint her Eva on the first day of their contract.

As the sun rose higher in the sky, Arachne felt a small doubt. She knew Eva had school, and that it started some time in the morning. Morning had long since passed. Shouldn’t her Eva be up by now?

She twitched. Had something happened to her new master?

Five more minutes. Arachne would wait in the lobby, unmoving. Five more minutes.

But her Eva never descended the stairs.

Worry began to fill Arachne. What if it were too late. Their contract—their connection—was still there, so her master wasn’t dead.

Arachne stood and approached the stairs. She paced at the bottom. Worry rising within her. She didn’t think her new master had added her blood to the blood wards. Not unless she had a spare vial of it upstairs.

But could she chance her new master being hurt beyond the wards?

She walked up the first step. One of her long legs extended from her waist. She held it out in front of her and cautiously moved to the second step. The third step.

At the forth step, her extended leg began tingling. Just a light tickle of a feeling.

The sixth step the tickle turned to a small burn.

By eight, the burn had turned to all out pain and the rest of her body started the tingling.

The moment her feet moved to the tenth step, her leg at the top of the staircase exploded into a shower of black viscera.

Arachne stepped down three steps, bringing her leg closer for inspection. She grinned at the bleeding stump. As expected of her Eva. She doubted even a full-fledged devil would be able to survive more than thirty seconds in that killing field.

Her smile slipped into a frown. If a devil couldn’t survive up there, what chance did she have.

She retracted her bloodied leg. It would heal quick enough, benefits of being a demon. Now she needed a new plan.

Arachne walked outside. The sun had crossed the high point in the sky and was slowly descending towards evening. Still her new master was missing.

Four undamaged legs sprouted from her back. She used them in conjunction with her clawed hands and feet to scale the outside of the building. She carefully approached the second floor, but the tingle of the blood wards didn’t reach outside the building.

Moving from room to room, Arachne searched for any sign of her master. Several of the rooms looked just as abandoned as the first floor. Some were cleaned. One was used as a miniature version of Devon Foster’s library. Another held shelves of potions.

One room had obviously been set up as a summoning chamber. A small black skull sat in the center, staring at Arachne with vacant eyes. As she moved, the skull seemed to follow her, yet even with eight eyes she couldn’t actually see it move.

Arachne didn’t like it. It was obviously demonic in origin. If someone was trying to steal her Eva…

The concrete wall cracked and fractured under her grip. She stopped and calmed herself with several deep breaths. Unless that skull had something to do with her master’s disappearance, she would deal with it later.

For now, she still had rooms to check.

Eventually she found a room with a slept in bed, no dust, and clothes tossed about the floor. It was on the opposite side of the building from the summoning room.

Through the door Arachne could still see the skull, staring at her. She grit her sharp teeth, baring them at the skull. Nothing she could do about it while the blood wards were active.

Arachne did notice a problem, however. Her new master’s bed lay beneath the window. Even with the killing field of her blood wards, it was entirely possible for an attacker to strike from outside the window.

She made a note to mention it to her master later.

Still, the room was devoid of any masters and the adjacent room had no lights on.

Arachne grumbled, making her way to the roof.

Where could her master have gone. Arachne looked around the landscape. She didn’t know the direction of her master’s school. She could find someone and ask them, but then she would have to deal people seeing her. Getting blood on her dust-covered self didn’t sound like a good thing.

While trying to decide on a course of action, a flicker caught her attention. A second figure flickered on a rooftop closer than the first.

A grin spread across her face as the figure flickered once again. Her Eva was stepping back towards Arachne.

Eva noticed Arachne on the roof and stepped straight in front of her.

Arachne leapt forward and clasped her claws and her four extra legs around her Eva.

Her new master stiffened the moment her limbs wrapped around the young girl. It hurt that she reacted that way, but she relaxed as Arachne ran her sharp fingers through her long, straight hair. Arachne restrained herself to the point where her fingers ran lightly enough to not damage her skin. Damaging her Eva would be… bad.

“I was worried something happened to you.” Arachne quickly tried to explain why she left the lobby. “I peeked in and I couldn’t find you and I didn’t know where you had gone–”

“I’m sorry Arachne.” She returned the stroking motion in Arachne’s own spindly tendril like hair. “I forgot. I– You don’t smell like human blood.”

Arachne sniffed herself. “No. Should I? I can fix that.”

“No. No. It is fine, I just was expecting… well, never mind.”

“Are you sure? I’m sure I could find someone around here to–”

“Arachne.” Her Eva gave one of those glares.

“It was just a joke,” Arachne lied.

“I know,” her Eva said. She patted Arachne’s back just lightly enough to send chills down her carapace. “Come on. We need to have a little talk if you’re going to be going to that school with me. I trust you finished filling those vials?”

Arachne nodded.

“Lets get you keyed and then have our talk.”

Arachne scooped up her new master and held her tight against her chest. She ignored her master’s feeble attempts at escaping and leapt off the roof. Arachne knew her Eva could move about easier with stepping, and knew she didn’t like being held. Arachne ignored that. She liked doing the holding. Unless her master gave explicit orders not to, she would do as she liked.

Even if she did order it, Arachne might forget on occasion.

Eva took the vials and went up to the second floor.

Left on her own, Arachne fidgeted. Without the distractions of searching for her master or holding her Eva, the itchiness of the dust came back. She had agitated it with moving so much.

Cleaning herself wouldn’t be a fun experience.

A moment after she went up, Eva came back down.

“You’re keyed in, but there is black blood splattered around the staircase. Something you want to tell me?”

“You didn’t come down and I was worried,” Arachne said miming the human shrug expression. “On the plus side, your wards work very well against demons. So, congratulations.”

An expression of sadness fell over her Eva’s face. “I’m sorry,” she said, “I should have keyed you in last night. Or just not forgotten. I panicked this morning and–are you okay? You’re not hurt badly are you?”

Arachne had conflicted feelings. On one claw, she was happy her master was showing such concern. On the other, she didn’t like her being sad or weak. Arachne smiled a wide grin to try to dissuade her worries. “Already healed,” she said, flexing her still extended extra legs.

In truth, her damaged limb hadn’t healed yet. Something with her Eva’s blood wards had slowed her healing. It was healing, just slower than expected. She would probably be done healing by morning. Still, the power of her master’s blood… As expected of one she called her master.

Once again, Arachne walked up the stairs. The tingling pain was, thankfully, absent this time.

Eva led her down the short corridor to her room.

Arachne paused outside the room and glanced into the summoning room. “That skull,” Arachne said, “what is it?”

Eva walked back out of her room. “That was a ‘gift’ from a hel named Ylva.”

“I don’t like it. It was staring at me earlier.” Arachne walked around the room, careful to not get near the shackles around the summoning circle. The skull just sat, staring blankly at the wall. Arachne frowned and looked back to Eva. “I was climbing around the windows while trying to find you. When I passed this room, its gaze followed me.”

Eva did the shrug thing with her shoulders. “She said it wouldn’t hurt me and while I am not about to take the words of a demon at face value, I did give her quite the gift in return, apparently.”

Arachne frowned again, but didn’t say anything. She allowed Eva to lead her out of the room by her claw, but kept her eyes on the skull until Eva’s room door shut. It never once turned away from the wall.

Now in her new master’s room, Arachne took a look around. She wanted to skitter around and touch every little thing, but she was still dirty. Eva was sure to get mad at dirt in her bed. “Do you have a bath?”

“Oh.” Eva’s eyes ran down and back up Arachne’s body. She took Arachne’s claw in her own hand again and led her into the small adjacent room. “If you turn the shower head a quarter turn clockwise, hot water will come out.”

Eva left the room, shutting the door behind her, before Arachne could ask if she wanted to shower too. Her new master was looking more grimy than she normally did.

Arachne stepped into the shower and carefully placed her fingers around the shower head. Taking great care to not squeeze too hard, Arachne slowly twisted until water fell out.

It wasn’t as good as a bath might have been, but at least she didn’t soak in dust filled water. Arachne ran her sharp fingers between every nook and joint of her body. She started with her finger joints, then wrists, then arms, and so on.

Once satisfied, Arachne carefully turned off the water. Her armored carapace was once again a smooth and shiny black. While her skin didn’t trap near as much water as human skin, she was still wet. Not wanting to get Eva’s living place wet, Arachne looked around the small room.

A single towel hung over a rack. Her Eva’s towel.

Arachne grabbed it as delicately as she could. She hugged it to her body, taking a long smell.

Arachne frowned. It didn’t smell much of Eva. Was it fresh or did showers wash away too much scent to really stick to the towel?

Sighing, she dried herself off.

Arachne stepped back into the bedroom.

Eva sat on the edge of her bed, reading one of the books on hel. She looked up at Arachne’s entrance. The teeth in her smile had just a hint of the sharpness present in Arachne’s own. Her eyes, once hazel several years ago, now held a small glimmer of red.

“Do you need a shower as well, Eva?” Arachne asked with a smile of her own.

Eva pulled at the top of her shirt and leaned her head down for a smell. She pulled back with a slight grimace. “I didn’t take one last night and missed this morning as well. But talk first,” she said, patting a spot on the bed next to her.

Arachne accepted the invitation without protest. She nustled up right next to her Eva.

“Now,” Eva said, “we are leaving, via an airplane, for Montana the day after tomorrow. Tomorrow we will check in with master, and a few other people, and pack. Do you have anything you need to bring?”

Arachne shook her head. Apart from her master, she had nothing in this world to call her own.

“Okay. There is a problem, however.”

Arachne frowned, but said nothing.

“I may not know much about magical society, but I doubt demons are going to be widely accepted. If you’re not hunted down immediately.”

Arachne nodded. “Apart from summoners, most are heavily against demons. People like the nun from last night will attempt to banish or eliminate us on sight.”

“There is a solution, I hope anyway.” Eva stood up and moved to a closet. She rummaged around for a minute before pulling out a cage designed for small animals.

With a frown, Arachne sighed. She slumped her shoulders the way humans did when resigned to doing something they objected to. It was obvious where her new master was going with this.

“Don’t get too upset. Hopefully the cage is just for the trip there.” Eva returned to the bed, patting Arachne on her thigh. She perked up at the touch. “I’m sure there will be plenty of opportunity for you to stretch your legs.

“Speaking of stretching legs. There will be no attacking anyone while we are there. Not unless I am in immediate danger of grievous bodily harm.”

Arachne opened her mouth to argue. One of those glares snapped it shut again.

“I mean it,” Eva said. “Unless someone is trying to kill me, I will banish you. You’re the one who wanted to go, you are the one who forced the contract. You are going to follow my rules.”

Arachne just nodded.

“Good.” Eva stood up and started removing her clothes, tossing them into a basket of more clothes. “I’m going to take a shower and get some sleep. We’ve got a long day tomorrow.” She paused, half way to the shower room. “There are a few other rooms up here, some have beds in them. You’re free to pick one you like.”

With a grimace, Arachne said, “they looked dusty when I peeked in earlier. But,” she ran her fingers down her shiny carapace, “I just got cleaned…” Could I sleep with you? Could I sleep in here? “Do you have any work that needs getting done? I don’t sleep much anyway.”

“I’d say you could pack for me, but I don’t even know what I’m bringing yet.” She gave a soft smile and walked to her closet. She pulled out a few thick blankets and laid them out next to her own bed. “Here, try to get some sleep. We’ll deal with packing in the morning.” With that she disappeared into the adjacent room.

Arachne waited until she heard water running, and then laid down on Eva’s bed. She just sat with a smile on her face, breathing in the scent of her new master.

She should have switched masters years ago.

The sound of running water stopped. Arachne reluctantly moved from Eva’s bed to the blankets on the floor. It wasn’t very comfortable, but still a step up from the dusty bench in the lobby.

Soon enough, the door to the shower room opened. Eva walked out and slinked straight to her bed. She dove under her covers, whispering “good night Arachne.”

The words shocked Arachne. Devon, when he forgot to banish her, just ignored her. She smiled. “Good night, Eva,” Arachne responded.

Arachne lay on her blankets. Her sharp teeth bared full in a grin. She listened as her Eva’s breaths shallowed to slow, calm breaths.

Arachne sat up, propping herself higher with a few spare appendages. Her eight eyes watched her sleeping master, a smile frozen on her face.

One year. Arachne had one year to encourage Eva to keep her around after their contract ended.

Her smile grew wider as a plan began to form.

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