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warriors of the earth.”
    “Will we have your protection?” Jovian asked.
    “Certainly,” the gnome said, but they were not sure if they could trust him.
    “And we will be able to have control of our wyrd while being used as bait?” Joya asked.
    “That is given that you can actually control your wyrd,” he said, peering at Angelica and Jovian. “You are now among the gnomes, your wyrd will act as normal.”
    “Okay then, lead on.” At least for now, Joya thought to herself. She thought very little of being used as bait. They might be elementals, but she still could not get the imagine of hundreds of weeping children out of her mind, the sprites that Porillon had killed out of pure enjoyment before she had much need to do such a thing.
    Joya knew before long they would have to escape, though she wasn’t sure how. If these were earth elementals, then escaping them would be a hard feat indeed, for it was said they could travel through the very earth itself instantly.
    Where was Tegaris?

    Pi was exhausted from training. It wasn’t an exhaustion of the muscles and the bones, like she had been used to in her life before the wyrders' academy, when she had helped her mother and father with their rice farm. No, this was an exhaustion of the mind, of the spirit. They were no longer able to practice wyrd because of the well, but studying all the complex motions and weavings was harder when you couldn’t practice them. At least for Pi. She learned better hands-on, walking through it with others as she wove the wyrd. She could read how to do something over and over again, but that wouldn’t help her.
    By memory, she let her weary legs carry her up the spiral staircase from the basement of the wyrders academy in the Realm of Earth. If it wasn't for her intense hunger, she would have just gone to bed, but she had a few minutes left to grab something to eat before the cafeteria closed up for the evening.
    It was difficult being in one of her last years at the academy; for some reason they wanted to cram so much information into her that she thought at any moment her head would erupt and paint the walls with her confusion and exhaustion.
    She smiled at the thought.
    "What are we laughing at?" Clara asked, her blonde head bouncing down the southern hall, joining Pi. They kissed quickly, and Pi wound her fingers through Clara's.
    "Imagining my demise at the hands of information," Pi said, tucking a strand of black hair behind her ear.
    "That bad huh?" Clara asked.
    "Just wait, you’re a novice now, but when you get to your last year, you will want to just quit."
    "Do you want to quit?" Clara asked.
    "No," Pi said with a sigh. "Sometimes I would like to."
    They rounded the corner into the cafeteria just as the first blast rocked the foundations of the school. Pi stumbled and latched on to the doorway for support.
    "What was that?" Clara asked, her blue eyes wild with fear. Pi shook her head.
    Another blast hit the school, and there was more shaking. Pi cast a glance down the hallway as a shrouded figure stepped from the eastern hall and raised its hand. A volley of black wyrd blasted in a violent stream up the central tower of the academy. Other shrouded people joined the first figure, blasting wyrd up into the tower, and soon there was a deafening screech.
    "Get back!" Flora commanded. Their pudgy teacher grabbed Pi and Clara and pushed them into a room. She locked the door behind them. They were in the northern hall.
    "What's going on?" Pi asked, terrified.
    There was no answer. Flora leaned into the door, her auburn hair creating a curtain, blocking Pi’s sight of what was going on outside. She tried pushing around Flora, but her teacher pushed her back. Pi stumbled into a desk, and it crashed loudly into the floor.
    Clara, nerves stretched to near breaking by the excitement, let out a startled yip.
    Flora shut the door quickly and silently. She leaned against it, closed her eyes and whispered a prayer.
    “Are they