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Aliena Anderson
Chapter 1
The gates of Ashgrave Academy rose before Kaela like the jaws of some ancient beast, all black iron and twisted spires that seemed to claw at the gray morning sky. She stood at the bottom of the marble steps, her single canvas bag clutched in both hands, and tried to remember how to breathe.
Six months, she told herself. Six months until the Reckoning. Six months to find the truth.
The other new arrivals swept past her in silk and velvet, their voices carrying the easy confidence of those who had never doubted their place in the world. Their servants followed behind, arms laden with trunks and cases that probably cost more than Kaela's family had ever owned.
She didn't belong here. The threadbare coat that had been her father's, the boots with their carefully mended soles, the nervous energy that made her hands shake, everything about her screamed outsider. But that was exactly why she had to be here.
For Kieran.
The memory of her brother's funeral pyre still burned behind her eyes. The way the flames had consumed his broken body, the silence of the crowd who had gathered not to mourn but to gawk at another casualty of the empire's bloodsport. The way their mother had stood empty-eyed beside the fire, something vital inside her dying along with her firstborn son.
Kaela climbed the steps.
The entrance hall was a cathedral of marble and gold, its vaulted ceiling painted with scenes of past Reckonings. Heroes and monsters locked in eternal combat, their faces frozen in expressions of glory or agony. At the center of it all, the golden eagle of Armathis spread its wings, talons dripping painted blood.
"Name?" The clerk behind the registration desk didn't look up from his ledger. He was thin and pale, with the soft look of someone who had never known real hunger.
"Kaela Varn."
His pen paused. When he raised his eyes, she saw the exact moment recognition dawned. His gaze flicked over her worn clothes, her calloused hands, the defiant set of her jaw.
"Varn," he repeated slowly. "You're the sister."
The words hit like a physical blow, but Kaela kept her face steady. "Yes."
He made a note in his ledger with deliberate precision. "Room assignments are posted on the board. Classes begin at dawn. Try not to die in the first week,the paperwork is tedious."
The cruelty was so casual it took her breath away. But she'd expected nothing less from this place, this academy that trained children to kill each other for the entertainment of the masses.
Her room was on the fourth floor, at the end of a narrow corridor that smelled of stone dust and old fear. The door bore no nameplate, just a number scratched into the wood: 47. Inside, she found a narrow bed, a desk, and a window that looked out over the training yards.
She unpacked slowly, laying out her few possessions like talismans against the loneliness that threatened to crush her. Her brother's journal, its pages filled with observations about the academy's cruelties. The silver pendant their grandmother had given her, its surface worn smooth by generations of nervous fingers. A knife, small enough to hide but sharp enough to matter.
Through the window, she could see other students making their way across the courtyard. They moved in clusters, sorted by some invisible hierarchy she didn't understand. The ones in fine clothes walked with their heads high, while others,fewer in number,kept to the shadows along the walls.
The Bloodline Divide, Kieran had written. They sort us before we even arrive. Noble and common. Worthy and worthless. But they're wrong about who has value.
A bell tolled somewhere in the academy's depths, its bronze voice echoing off stone walls. First meal. Time to see exactly what she'd walked into.
The dining hall was a cavern of long tables and flickering torches, filled with the sounds of conversation and clinking cutlery. Kaela took a tray and joined the line for food, acutely aware of the stares that followed her. Whispers rose in her wake like smoke.
"That's her, the sister."
"Can you believe she volunteered?"
"She'll be dead by midwinter."
She found an empty spot at the end of a table near the back, next to a boy who looked as uncomfortable as she felt. He had sandy hair and clever eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses, and when he smiled at her, the expression was genuine.
"Brin Ashworth," he said, extending a hand. "And you're the infamous Kaela Varn."
"Infamous?" She accepted the handshake, noting the ink stains on his fingers.
"Oh, you're the talk of the academy. A girl from the Rust District who volunteered for the Reckoning? That's either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid." His grin took the sting out of the words. "I'm leaning toward bravery."
"What about you? Let me guess,trade family?"
"Guilty. My parents run the largest printing house in the capital. They think I'm here to bring honor to our name." He picked at his food with obvious distaste. "Really, I just wanted to see if I could make it through six months without dying of fear."
Despite everything, Kaela found herself smiling. "How's that working out so far?"
"Ask me again tomorrow."
Their conversation was interrupted by a commotion at the high table, where the noble students held court. A girl with silver-blonde hair was holding forth to her admirers, her voice carrying clearly across the hall.
"The audacity is breathtaking," she was saying. "To think that trash from the slums could stand with her betters. Some people simply don't know their place."
Every word was designed to cut, and judging by the satisfied smile on the girl's face, she knew her target was listening. Kaela felt heat rise in her cheeks, but she forced herself to stay seated.
"That's Selene Aeris," Brin murmured. "Her family controls half the shipping in the empire. She's also..."
"A bitch?" Kaela suggested.
"I was going to say 'dangerous,' but that works too."
Selene's gaze found Kaela across the room, and for a moment, their eyes locked. The noble girl's smile was sharp as a blade, full of promise and threat.
"She knew my brother," Kaela said quietly.
"Ah." Brin's expression grew serious. "That explains the personal touch. Selene doesn't usually bother with commoners unless they've somehow offended her family's honor."
Before Kaela could ask what he meant, another voice cut through the noise of the dining hall. This one was deeper, commanding in a way that made conversations falter and heads turn.
"Enough."
The speaker rose from his seat at the noble table, and even in a room full of the empire's finest young warriors, he commanded attention. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with the kind of presence that seemed to bend the air around him. Dark hair fell across his forehead, and intricate tattoos covered both arms in patterns that seemed to shift and flow in the torchlight.
Dagon Vale. Even Kaela, who had spent her life in the slums, knew that name. Son of General Marcus Vale, hero of the Border Wars. Heir to one of the most powerful military families in the empire. And, according to every betting house in the capital, the favorite to win this year's Reckoning.
He was looking directly at Selene, and something in his expression made the noble girl's smile falter.
"We're all here for the same reason," he said, his voice carrying easily in the sudden quiet. "Six months from now, most of us will be dead. Save your energy for the arena."
The rebuke was mild, but coming from him, it might as well have been a shout. Selene's cheeks flushed, and she sank back into her seat without another word.
Dagon's gaze swept across the room, touching briefly on Kaela before moving on. Even that momentary contact sent an unexpected jolt through her,recognition, assessment, dismissal. In the span of a heartbeat, she saw herself reflected in those storm-gray eyes: small, weak, unworthy of notice.
The moment passed, and conversations resumed their normal volume, but the atmosphere had changed. Kaela found herself staring at the place where Dagon had been standing, trying to understand what had just happened.
"Well," Brin said softly. "That was interesting."
"He defended me." The words tasted strange in her mouth.
"Did he? Or did he just remind everyone that picking fights with the other contestants is a waste of time?" Brin studied her face with those clever eyes. "Careful, Kaela. Dagon Vale isn't the kind of enemy you want to make. But he's not the kind of friend you can afford, either."
That night, alone in her narrow room, Kaela opened her brother's journal and read his words by candlelight:
Day 3 at Ashgrave. The place is a powder keg waiting to explode. They pit us against each other from the moment we arrive,noble against common, fire against ice, pride against desperation. But I'm beginning to see that the real enemy isn't the other students. It's the system itself. The Reckoning isn't just entertainment for the masses,it's control. Keep the classes fighting each other, and they'll never unite against the empire.
There's a boy here, Dagon Vale. General's son. The others treat him like a prince, but I've seen him when he thinks no one is watching. He hates this place as much as any of us. Maybe more, because he understands what it really is.
If I don't make it out of here, I hope someone finds this journal. Someone who can see past the lies to the truth underneath. The Reckoning has to end. The question is: who will be brave enough to end it?
Kaela closed the journal and pressed it against her chest, feeling the weight of her brother's hopes like a stone in her ribs. Tomorrow, the real training will begin. Tomorrow, she will start learning how to survive long enough to expose the truth.
But tonight, in the darkness of her small room, she allowed herself to grieve for the girl she had been yesterday,the one who had never killed, never fought for her life, never looked into storm-gray eyes and felt the ground shift beneath her feet.
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Aliena Anderson
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