The afternoon bell rang through Blue Leaf Academy, its deep bronze note rolling over courtyards, weapon halls, and training fields alike.
The combined lectures had finally ended. History, technology, and military doctrine.
Each lesson had left something behind. Most students carried notebooks filled with pages of careful handwriting.
Thane carried absolutely nothing. He had forgotten where he placed his notebook halfway through Military Studies.
"I think I left it in History."
Conor rubbed his temples. "You left it in Bentram Studies."
"Oh, damn." Thane exclaimed, holding his forehead.
He lowered his gaze back to Conor, "Then where did I leave my History notes?"
Max answered without looking up from his own journal. "You never wrote any."
"Goddamnit!" Thane yelled as though that explained everything. "It makes sense now."
Simon whispered toward Sky. "How did he pass two trials?"
Sky retorted irritably. "Go ask him."
