Year 31 of the Addergoole School. Viewpoint: Oriax, a 28th Cohort student. 647 words.
Oriax didn’t want to relive his first year of Addergoole. If he’d been any better at Abatu Intinn, he’s make himself forget it. But he didn’t have the verb, no matter how well he knew the noun.
He could known your mind, but not erase it. Someday he’d find a verb he could say that would make Her face leave him. …Along with the rest of the year.
“Damn it. Damn Her.” Oriax laid back in his bed – the first night alone since he’d released Asherah. She’d gotten what she wanted – closer to the water dragon weakling he’d Kept before – so her “ploy” was of no further use to him.
He didn’t want to be near Her anymore than he had to, anyway.