LOGINShe looked smaller than he remembered — more frail, innocent and weak. And looking into her eyes, he could see how much she had grown. There weren't many changes in her body, but she looked just like anyone who had an illness they had been silently renegotiating with. “Mother.” He called out, speaking first. She turned to the lady whom Lucien presumed was a nurse. “Can you perhaps pierce my skin with another needle? I think I’m hallucinating.”Lucien laughed out loud at that. He had no idea just how much he would give to hear those jokes from his mother again. “I’m right here, mom. You aren’t in dreamland.” He walked closer to her and sat beside her, making his scent travel into her nostrils well so she’ll be able to smell him out and tell that he was indeed with her. The nurse chuckled, “I’ll leave to attend to other patients and come back later.” She said and walked away. His mother cupped his cheeks, “It’s really you, my boy.” She talked as though she was on the verge of cryi
He had no idea what Marcel went to do with Xavier after that but he didn’t see him anywhere around the whole day. Elias and Finn were around him though as they did the last campaign for the elections which will be held tomorrow. The manifesto seemed to have done all the work that any campaign should have done though as the people were moved already. At the end of the day, the campaign session turned into a normal dialogue session between them and the students. It was a heart lifting moment and Lucien laughed the hardest he had done in a while. It was soon night and still, there wasn’t any sight of Xavier. When he got on his bed, he had no other choice but to text him. ‘Hey, are you good? You haven’t been in school all day.’ He hesitated for a while before pressing down on the send button. He threw the phone on the bed, let out a very deep breath and stared up at the ceiling while thinking about what tomorrow would look like. His eyes were closing when his phone pinged with the
The hall was full in a way it hadn’t been since the choosing. Every student, irrespective of their rank, was in attendance, and so was every faculty member. Adric sat at the front with her institutional face on, the academy’s sponsors were in attendance too — including Marcel Lockwood. Adric spoke, welcoming everyone first. During that time, Lucien zoned out completely, until he heard his name being called. “And now, the first student who will read out his manifesto is Lucien Thorne.” Adric announced. “Lucien Thorne, please make your way to the manifesto table.” Putting up one of the bravest fronts he could come up with, Lucien stood up from where he sat at the far end of the hall. He knew so damn well that everyone was a werewolf and as such could smell fear on him if he oozed out a little bit of it. So, he thought about his mother’s smile, her voice, meals and every good moment he had shared with her. That was all that filled his head till he got to the front. Then he got to th
The manifesto notice had spread through the school so fast that when Lucien stepped outside again even though it was night, he still heard students whispering about it. Everyone was in full gear, anticipating what both him and Xavier had to say to them tomorrow. But why hasn't Adric announced the manifesto date prior to that night? She had a whole lot of time to tell them about it, yet she said nothing. He stared back at Elias’s message and sent a curt “Okay” even though he had other things to say. Sure, he had the bones of the manifesto ready, but not the full thing yet. All he had was facts, numbers and the policy angles Elias had been drilling in him for weeks. But the thing that’ll make people actually get pushed enough to vote for him, the one that really mattered — he was still finding the words for it. And that was the main manifesto. It was a bit late at night but he still made his way to the library. All he had was midnight to prepare for the manifesto, because he already
Lucien stood in the corridor for two full minutes after the call ended, just standing there with the phone in his hand and his mother’s voice still in his ears. Maintenance dosage. Running out of money. Better than nothing. Those were mere words but it felt like his entire life was slipping away from his own hand. He slowly started to walk away, walking in the direction where he was meant to walk to. And he was almost at the dormitory when someone yelled his name. “Lucien!”It was Caspian. He was running over from the other side of the field, his bag slung over his shoulder. He was definitely coming back from class. “Hey.” Lucien managed to say when he got to him. “Hi, are you busy?” Caspian asked and he shook his head. “Good. I want to talk about last night.” “Last night? Oh, the leaked text.” “Yes. Have you been able to find out how it got to Duke?” Lucien shook his head. It honestly wasn’t the best time for him to discuss such a thing but he wasn’t about to send Caspian aw
He answered the call before the second ring. “Mom—““Lucien!” Her voice came on from the other end, cutting him off before he could finish what he was saying. “How’re you doing? How’s school? Are you feeding well at all?” Hearing her voice alone straightened some nerves that he had no idea were stiff in him. “Mom, I’m well thank you. I shoujd be asking you those questions actually… how’re you doing?” “Well, this old woman is very okay.” If anyone heard how bubbly she sounded, they’d think that she was indeed very fine. But Lucien had lived with her for the entire seventeen years of his life and he knew so damn well that she was far from okay. “I was really worried about you, I thought the situation had gotten worse and you can no longer speak on the phone or something.” “You know I don’t know how to operate these devices. Besides, the last thing I want to do is to call you and start gisting you about my health, especially when I know that I’ll be fine eventually.” He sighed, “I
"What's with the face? Dravenmoor's most intelligent.” Lucien looked up from his plate. Finn was staring at him from across the dining table, chin propped on his fist, the picture of concern and amusement at the same time. "I'm fine." "You look really bothered.” Lucien stared down at his pl
The field behind Dravenmoor's dodgeball didn't look like much on a regular day — stretch of open ground, tree line at the far end, sky too wide and too grey above it. Today it looked like a warzone. Fifty, maybe sixty students spread across the grass in training gear, some already mid-drill, other
“Lucien Thorne.” Lucien sat across from Mrs. Aldric, hands flat on his thighs, back straight. He tapped his feet repeatedly on the floor. "Your mother was admitted three days ago." Mrs. Aldric slid a paper across the desk glancing at Lucien. "The hospital contacted us as her next listed instituti
“Detention!” Mr. Finrar's finger jabbed at the door like it had personally offended him. "Out! Detention room. Now!" Lucien went first. Xavier followed, releasing his collar like he was dropping something that bored him, brushing his shirt like the whole thing had been mildly inconvenient. The de