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        "Maître Kaleb, it is time for your lessons."

        A silent sigh escaped my lips as I closed my novel. With ease, I lowered myself from the sturdy branches of the oak within my room.  Aloin stood at the base, adjusting the white gloves concealing his wrinkled skin, his dark green eyes watching me carefully. I landed in front of him before starting to dust myself off.

        "How far within your novel did you get today, Maître Kaleb?" Aloin asked, taking Dickens' A Tale of Two Cities from my hands, walking away slowly. 
        "I got to Book Three. Thank you for asking, Aînée Aloin." I smiled slightly at my butler. Aloin smiled before placing the novel onto my bookshelf. 

        "What will I be learning today, Aînée Aloin?" I asked, walking towards my desk. Aloin walked around the great oak and towards my desk, setting down a glass ball he withdrew from his pocket. 

        "You're supposed to change the material of objects today, Maître Kaleb."

        I looked at the perfect glass sphere and nodded, examining it. 

        "That should be easy." I looked up at him before focusing my eyes back onto the sphere. I closed my eyes and focused my energy into it. I felt the familiar tingling sensation racing through my veins as I focused. There was a painful pull in my gut, but it went away after a few seconds.

        "Well done, Maître Kaleb."

        Once Aloin speaks, I open my eyes. The once glass sphere now was sand. The sand started spreading across the desk in a small mound, losing its shape.

        "I got the Tug again." I frowned as I spoke, looking back up at him. 

        Aloin gave me a small look of concern.

        "Was it painful?" He asked gingerly. 

        I shook my head. He sighed in relief and patted my head. I felt bad for lying to him, but I didn't want to worry him. I hated worrying Aloin.

        A familiar feeling surrounded me, the feeling of being watched. I glanced around my circular room. None of the windows had been uncovered. There was nothing within the branches of my tree. My bed still was against the wall, the bookshelves lined with books and artifacts. Nothing was out of the ordinary. 

        "The Feeling?" His question drew me back to my place beside him.

        I nodded, rolling my shoulders to try and shake it.

        "I apologize for that, Maître Kaleb. You seem on edge nowadays." He was studying me by now. 

        I shrugged as if the constant feeling of being watched didn't matter to me. Aloin smiled sadly before starting towards the door.

        "Oh, Maître Valiquette has requested your presence for supper this time, Maître Kaleb."

        Even though he couldn't see me, I simply nodded. I heard him leave my room, the door shutting behind him. I walked over towards the large mirror by my bed. I stared at my reflection. My skin was pale, my hair the color of a raven, my eyes differing from the ones of my whole family. I had bags under the bright pale blue eyes from lack of sleep. My cheekbones were more prominent from lack of eating. My shoulder length, straight hair was messy from lack of care. I knew Father would lecture me on my appearance, so I went over to my antique dress table and picked up my brush as I sat on the red cushioned stool. 

        Small tangles were brushed out. I picked up a dark red ribbon from the dark wood top. I felt a faint wind blowing onto the back of my neck before there was a familiar feminine voice. 

        "Greetings, Précieux Kaleb." 

        A smile found its way onto my face as I turned around on the stool a little.

        "Hello again, Leona. How long has it been since you visited me? I believe it's been six years since you came last."

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Hey. Ok, so there's some French words and I'll probably, if I remember, leave translations at the bottom of the chapters. I'm using my knowledge from French classes, so if the words aren't correct, sorry.

Maître = Master

Aînée = Elder

Précieux =Precious

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