They call him the Half-Prince. And he has always heard their sneers behind his back.
Being the Emperor’s stepson isn’t easy. Locked away in the servant’s wing, Aric is rarely allowed to see his mother, the Empress. And never, in any case, should he even look at his half-brother, the Prince. As the rest of the Imperial family feasts in the great halls of the palace, Aric watches from afar, dreaming of the life he should’ve had.
If only he had the power to set himself free…
It landed at his feet with a thump. Fallen out of nowhere. Aric knew what it was before he even opened its pages – A Manual of Magic.
But does he possess the Magical Talent? Even trying to find out could send him to the gallows, and in the Imperial Citadel, someone is always watching.
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Three knocks at the gate.
“Pherlam, open the gates!”
Three more knocks; quick, dry, demanding.
“Pherlam, this is madness. Open the gates.”
From a neighborhood not very far away came screams, first of surprise, then of fear and pain.
“Pherlam, if you surrender yourselves now, you will be treated fairly.”
“Fairly?! Like they treated the Mages of Augusta? Of Victory?”
Inside the courtyard, Pherlam stormed from one side to the other as if he was trying to carve a path on the cobblestone. Outside the school’s walls, three smoke columns rose up from the city.
“How they treated everyone in the school of Saggad?” he continued. “Huh, Tigern? Every member of the school. Even apprentices, Tigern. Children!”
“That was in the beginning. The Emperor was nervous, fearful. Things are much calmer now.”
“Calmer?!” Pherlam exploded. “Look around you, Tigern. The whole city is in a riot.”
“Yes, it is. And it is about to turn against you, you old fool! Open the gates. I can’t promise you everyone will be saved, but at least the youngest, the uninitiated will be.”
Pherlam slowed down to a halt and took a deep breath as he looked around. The courtyard was peaceful. There were no nervous stares glaring out the window, no movement besides that of the curtains shook by the wind, no sounds except those that came from outside, from the city.
Tersia stepped forward and placed a hand on Pherlam’s shoulder. She had the hood of her gray mantle over her head as if it could somehow protect her from what was coming.
“We should prepare,” she said.
Pherlam felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Tersia was a vain woman and the enchantments covering her were easily felt.
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