Prologue

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Midnight. It was a warm spring night in the Ides of March. Jessie Forthlyn stretched and got up, putting down her book when she heard a knock at her door.

"Coming!" she calls, running over.

"Hello?" There's no one outside.

"Stupid prank," she muttered. She'd gotten used to them, at least, what with all the jerky bullies in the Hunger Games fandom.  

But something felt horribly off.

She turned back, and a strange hooded girl was standing right in front of her.

"What? Who--" Jessie is cut off by the girl smiling wickedly as she stabs her in the chest.

An agonized scream pierces the silence of nighttime Fandom Academie.

There is commotion all around the body, it's eyes wide with horror, multiple bloody stab wounds on her chest.

No one sees the white card hidden in Jessie's palm, with three simple words written in the cramped Victorian-style writing known as Secretary Hand.

AVE OMNIA VATES.

Beneath it, a usually mundane and normal symbol, made ominous and frightening under the situation, was printed in black ink---a simple feather pen.

No one sees a figure retreat silently into the shadows as a smile graces her lips.

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