Our time at Acre Prep was coming to an end. Unlike Grey John's, Acre didn't do the work for you when it came to your next education destination. Jenna and I didn't have any parent or guardian to direct us besides Gramps, and he was telling us Laibertson, and I was telling him no.
It was August 30th, a day before Acre wouldn't house us anymore, when he came back. It was the first time ever that he'd come without it being our birthday. He wanted to take us out of school and to Laibertson.
Of course I argued, of course I resisted. I didn't want to listen to him, and to be honest, I don't really know why. Finally, he slammed his cane into the concrete floor and said, "Will you at least meet the dean?"
It turned out, in fact, that yes, I would meet the dean, but not willingly. I hesitated after he said those words, I saw the corners of his mouth turn up, he saw his opportunity, and he swatted my calves with the tip of his cane, sending me flying through the darkness. I saw the night my parents died: the blue sheet of light, the red flashes, the swirling ocean, and then my head smacked down on something hard.
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The Forces
FantasyThere's a maze. And an ocean, a great big, beautiful ocean, and it's just on the other side of the maze. I think that's all I remember about where I was. I think I could've been any age at all and this memory would've still stuck. That's because it...
