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  Every time he would see Onia, she would sneer at him. Make a haughty joke and laugh at him with her friends. Or just go up and speak with Alice, while staring smugly back at him every once in a while.

  The brown-haired boy sighed, as he was heading towards the cafeteria. He was getting sick and tired of this. It was genuinely annoying to him. But his mood only worsened when a voice called out to him.

  "Oh, look what do we have here? It's a dirty peasant walking around the prestigious halls of this Academy."

  A dozen other voices accompanied it.

  "That’s terrifying, Lady Onia!"

  "What do we do?

  "Should we call the guards?"

  But the main voice spoke over all of them.

  "No, no, Ilyse. That’s Adrian. He’s just a student here."

  "A student? Are you sure? I don’t think I’ve ever spoken to him before!"

  There was a gaggle of laughter.

  Adrian tried to ignore it. He continued walking, as the person continued. That was, until he heard what Onia said next.

  "Of course not. He has no friends. Why should us nobles befriend someone of a commoner like him? But you can. So why don’t you go make friends with him, Alice?"

  Adrian spun around at that. He saw Onia facing the blonde haired girl. Then she turned to him, as Alice answered.

  "I do not wish to, Lady Onia. There is no reason for me to talk to him, for he has made a grave insult against you. And simply your presence is more than enough for me."

  She spoke in a monotone voice. Adrian could tell she was uncomfortable saying that. That she did not even enjoy being around Onia. But she had no choice— she could not get into trouble.

  The pink haired girl nodded. She played with her hair as she addressed everyone else.

  "Well you heard her. Then I guess there’s no reason for us to talk to him." She declared. Then she slowly turned back to Adrian, and grinned. "Unless, of course, the peasant decides to beg for forgiveness for his offenses against me, and kiss my feet to show his sincerity."

  Adrian wanted to snap back at her. To yell an expletive back at her. But instead, he stayed calm and collected.

  "And why should I do that?" he asked innocently.

  Onia’s smug look disappeared. She frowned, and stared at him in disbelief. "Are you really asking me that? Are you that braindead, you peasant?"

  The boy raised his shoulders in a nonchalant shrug.

  "I don’t see why I should apologize, Onia," he said emphatically, and she colored at his casual use of her name. "It’s not like you did anything to prove me wrong."

  "Huh?!"

  "Yes," Adrian spoke over her outburst. "You’re still so childish and can’t do anything by yourself."

  "I can’t... what?!" the noble girl sputtered. She gestured back at her posse, then at Alice who was ducking her head in silence. "I took away your only friend, and stopped everyone else from talking to you. How is that not something I've done by myself?!"

  "You made others do the work for you, and hid behind your father’s influence." The boy nodded along. Then he smiled politely at her. "So you’re not just incapable, but you’re also a coward. Got it."

  "You!" Onia pointed at him. "I will turn your life into Hell unless you apologize right this instant!"

  "I told you, I don’t have a reason to say sorry." Adrian sighed over exaggeratedly. "But if you insist so much, why not make me?"

  "Make you?! I will have you—"

  "No, not with any of your noble powers. Prove yourself in a duel, and I will take back what I said. I’ll even be your servant if you want."

  "You want to duel me?" The girl laughed. "I’ve been studying how to duel since I was seven. You’re a farm boy who never even picked up a sword until Saint Theron showed you some pity and brought you here!"

  "I’m not from a farm, but ok."

  "Y-you—" Onia snarled at him. "You really don’t know what you’re doing. Fine. I’ll duel you, and if I win, you will be my servant. Forever."

  "And if I win?" Adrian asked.

  The noble girl harrumphed and folded her arms. "You won’t win. But if you do, I’ll take back everything I said to everyone including your commoner friend, and I’ll apologize to you."

  She looked at him expectantly. And he grinned.

  "Sure."

  "Why do they even need to duel? Lady Onia is obviously superior. He’s a commoner!"

  "Look at him, he barely even knows how to hold a sword!"

  "And didn’t he just turn 12 years old? Why would they let someone as young as him into the Academy."

  A crowd— not just Onia’s clique— gathered to watch the duel.

  But Adrian ignored all of them. Well, except for the last one. He wanted to smack whoever said it in the head. They were only a year older than him. It made no difference. He knew that for a fact. Because… of Melas.

  She was a year younger than him. And she killed a Chimera.

  He remembered that very clearly. That was the day she saved his life. And it was also the last time he saw her.

  The brown haired boy shook his head, and focused. He had to deal with what was in front of him first. He turned around—

  And was met with two big blue eyes.

  Adrian blinked.

  "Alice?"

  "Adrian, don’t do this," the girl pleaded. "I’ve seen you duel— and you’re good. But Onia is different. She’s one of the best duelists in our class!"

  "And I’ve fought Monsters. Real ones. I’ll be fine, I promise," he reassured her.

  "But if you lose—"

  "I won’t," he said simply. "Just trust me."

  Alice looked unconvinced. She was about to say something, before Adrian added.

  "And after I win, we can hang out again. What was that book you liked talking about? The Fall of the Stars?"

  The girl giggled. "That’s not it, dummy. It’s—"

  The two looked up, as someone called Adrian’s name.

  "Well, I’ve gotta go. Seeya in a bit."

  "I— good luck." She called after him. Then she whispered quietly to herself. "Goddess grace you."

  Adrian did not hear it, of course. He walked up to Onia. She was waiting with her arms folded, and sword and shield by her side. She tossed one of her pink pigtails behind her back, and picked up her weapons.

  "What took you so long? Nervous? Regretting your decision? If you apologize in front of everyone now, I’ll let you off with just being my servant for one year."

  "You know, you’re really annoying, right?"

  Adrian drew his sword and pistol. He held them in front of him, in a cross guard, as the two duelists waited for a moment.

  The crowd watched with bated breath, as they circled each other slowly. They were in a small arena. The ones used for proper sparring by the older students in the Academy. And one of those older students was refereeing this bout.

  The boy looked between the two duelers, and nodded.

  "You may begin," he declared.

  Onia wasted no time. She charged Adrian without any hesitation.

  Adrian backed up, and fired two bolts at her. She raised her shield to block. The bolts of stun energy bounced harmlessly off it.

  The girl closed the distance in an instant. She was not incredibly fast, but the arena was not huge either. And Adrian could only back up so quickly.

  He lowered his gun, and braced for the coming attacks. He deflected a swing at his head. Blocked a strike to his body.

  Adrian sidestepped a stab, countering with his own attack. He slashed at the girl, but her shield took the hit.

  The boy tried circling around her, attacking her as he went. But her defense was good. What she did not block with her shield, she parried with her sword.

  Her face, her body, her arms. There was no difference. Everywhere he swung at, the girl would block.

  True to what everyone had said, Adrian was not the most skilled duelist. He was talented, but he was still new to it. Yet, he saw that sh
e was not moving. Her feet were planted firmly on the ground, as she guarded from the onslaught.

  Adrian saw his chance. An opening. He went low, straight for her legs—

  And he stumbled backwards.

  She bashed him with her shield. She pressed him as he steadied himself, and managed to land a hit to his side.

  Adrian reeled back from the hit, but he managed to roll out of the way from the next strike.

  "Is that all you’ve got? How disappointing, after all that talk you’ve been doing," Onia taunted him.

  The boy got back up. He felt his heart racing, as the crowd cheered for the noble girl. Her defense was good. Almost too good.

  They were all right. Adrian was not good at dueling. At least, not yet.

  As of right now, whatever he learned in the last few months was not enough to beat someone who had been doing it for years. She had to have studied all the basic weaknesses to her defense. She was prepared for it.

  Adrian drew his gun, and fired more shots at her. It made no difference. She brought her shield up as she charged him. She watched as he tried to step into her guard.

  It was ridiculous. She would just knock him back again—

  Adrian grabbed her shield with one hand, and head butted her.

  Onia staggered.

  She slashed at him with her sword, but he just took the hit. She tried to swing her shield at him, but she struggled as he held on to it. He had tossed away his own sword! Then Adrian raised his other hand.

  The noble girl’s eyes widened, as she stared down the barrel of a gun.

  Adrian pulled the trigger once, and Onia stabbed him in the chest.

  Twice, and she tried to kick him back.

  After the third shot, she finally let go of her shield and tried to back up.

  On the fourth, fifth, and sixth shot, she dropped her weapon, collapsed, and covered up in pain.

  "I yield! I yield!" she cried out frantically.

  And Adrian stopped firing.

  The crowd was dead silent, as Adrian stood triumphantly over the Onia Octavius. The duel was over.

  He had won.

  It was a dirty win. And Adrian did not come out unpunished. He had a few bruises on him from all the hits he took. But that did not change the outcome.

  The boy refereeing the duel stared at him. He pointed accusingly at Adrian.

  "Y-you can’t do that!"

  There were a few murmurs or agreement. Adrian just shrugged.

  "Why not? It’s not against the rules."

  And there was more talking. As everyone realized he was right. It did not go against the rules of a duel. But…

  "But if she was using real weapons, you’d be dead!"

  "Well it’s not even a real duel. And I’m not dead. So I’m the winner, right?"

  Adrian looked at the referee, and the older boy answered. "You are, but—"

  "Good," Adrian said, satisfied. Then he walked up to the noble girl, as one of her lackeys was helping her up. "Now then, where’s my apology?"

  Onia froze. Ilyse spoke up from her side. "You cheated! That was unfair! She doesn’t have to apologize to you!"

  "But I won. He said so." Adrian gestured at the referee, and he slowly nodded. "So give me what I deserve. Apologize."

  "I can’t! Why should I apologize to you! You’re a filthy peasant!" Onia said, clearly flustered.

  "It was part of our agreement. I thought you were a Duke’s daughter. Don’t you have any honor?"

  "I—" The girl wanted to argue. But she caught a glimpse of the crowd. At everyone staring at her. They knew he was right.

  And she did too. So, with her cheeks burning red, she whispered to him.

  "I… I’m sorry."

  Adrian wanted to say something like ‘I can’t hear you’. To taunt her, and relish his victory. But he was not that cruel. He took his apology in stride.

  "Good."

  He turned around, and the crowd parted as he made his way out of the room. Alice followed behind him.

  "You did it, Adrian! That was so cool! How did you know to do that?"

  "Her defense was too strong. So I just attacked her where she was most vulnerable, even if it made me vulnerable."

  "But isn’t that dangerous? You could get hurt! I mean— you did get hurt!"

  "I know. But I’ve seen it done before. And it… well, it mostly worked out."

  "Really? When?"

  The boy shrugged.

  "Someone did it. When they were fighting a Monster."

  "Someone?" The girl tilted her head to the side. "Who?"

  Adrian did not answer her question. But the answer was obvious to him.

  That person was Melas.

  Chapter 3: Freedom

  "Next."

  The guard called out. A family of three approached him, all dressed in dirty clothing. He sighed.

  More refugees.

  He put on his best neutral face and spoke out.

  "The price is four silver per person to enter Laxis."

  "Four silver?!" the father exclaimed. "But that’ll be a gold coin for all of us! We can’t pay that!"

  "Too bad. Blame all the other refugees trying to cross the border for the price hike. Either pay up, or get out of the way."

  "Please," the mother pleaded. "Our city was sacked by an army of escaped slaves. We lost everything!"

  "I’m sorry, Miss. But if we let everyone in for free, our country would be overrun by refugees in days."

  The border guard had no problems with telling adults to leave. But he was not cruel. He was just doing his job. And his job became extremely hard when there were children.

  "Mommy, what’s going on? Are we not going?"

  A little girl tugged at the woman’s sleeves. The woman bent over her daughter and gave her a hug. "I’m sorry, honey. I don’t think we can."

  "Why not?"

  "Because…" The mother began to explain to her daughter.

  The guard tried to ignore that. He focused on the man as he tried to beg him to grant them entry.

  "Can’t you let us in. We’ll pay you when we get the money! Please."

  "I can’t. You have to pay upfront to enter. No exceptions for anyone."

  "But—"

  "I’ll pay for them."

  A voice interrupted them. The guard narrowed his eyes, as a girl approached them from behind.

  She had long black hair that went down her shoulders. Her eyes were silver. Like a mirror. He almost thought he could see himself in her gaze.

  She walked with a long wooden stick by her side. A hiking staff? It was too big for her, but she held it anyway.

  Unlike the refugees coming into the country, she was not dirty. Her clothes looked recently washed. And her face was clean. Not a mark to be seen on it.

  But make no mistake, she was a girl.

  Perhaps only a few years older than the daughter of the family if the guard had to guess. And yet, she still smiled kindly at them.

  "I’m sorry, little Miss. I don’t think you can—"

  "It’s one gold coin for them, right?" The girl reached into a pouch, and pulled something out. "Here’s two gold. For them, and for me."

  "That’s—"

  "It’s real. You can check, if you want. I’m willing to wait. I don’t mind if it takes five minutes or five days. Just as long as you can let us through."

  "But…" The border guard hesitated. He peered at the coins, resting on the palm of the girl’s hands. It was probably real.

  He had seen enough counterfeit coins to discern what was clearly fake from what was real. He took the coins from her hand, felt its weight, and thought of the hassle that came with checking the legitimacy of the coins.

  Then finally he decided that it was real.

  "Fine. You may enter."

  He waved them through. He grabbed for some silver, but the silver eyed girl stopped him.

  "Keep the change," she said. Then she added. "Or maybe, use it for the next people who can’t afford to ent
er. It’s up to you whether you want to be kind or not. I can't force you to do either one."

  The border guard slowly pocketed the gold, as the family began thanking the girl.

  "You saved us!" The father clasped the girl’s hand tightly. Then he asked, "But why would you do this? We’re strangers."

  "It’s not a problem," she answered. "I just know what it’s like wanting to leave the Free Lands. That’s all."

  The mother bowed deeply. "Could we know your name?"

  "I'm Melas."

  "Melas," the father repeated it. "What a beautiful name for a child with a beautiful soul such as you."

  The mother nodded beside him. "Thank you, Melas. You are truly a blessing from the Goddess herself!"

  And although the daughter was still sniffing. She was the only one who noticed how the girl flinched at hearing the Goddess.

  "Haha, thanks…"

  ***

  Free at last.

  I was finally free. No longer was I in the Free Lands. Now, I was away from the Free Cities. A free American finding their freedom!

  Ok, maybe that was too much.

  But I was happy. More than I had been in so long. I felt like a huge weight was lifted from my shoulders as I crossed the checkpoint into Laxis.

  The landscape looked no different; the people looked the same; yet make no mistake, this was another country.

  And while borders were arbitrarily drawn by people. While there was no real distinction between the Free Lands and Laxis. I still saw some kind of a difference between the two.

  Was it something that was tangible, or was it a purely psychological thing? I did not know.

  But now, everything that happened in the Free Lands was all behind me; my time as a slave was long gone.

  My fingers twitched, as I instinctively wanted to reach for my face. But there was nothing there. Not since the night I killed Victor.

  My slave mark was gone.

  It had been a few months since then; I did not know what magic that was. I thought it could have been a miracle, but it became something else. All I knew was that it healed me completely, and it made me stronger.

  It was some kind of physical enhancement spell. Like in Shamanism. But those kinds of magic should not have been so quick to cast. Regardless, I now felt stronger than I’d ever been— even in my past life. I was as strong as any regular adult. That was how I had been surviving.