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LOGINThree days later, Ben discovered the full extent of his parents' academic manipulation while attempting to organize his records for Moonrise Academy enrollment. What started as a simple file review became a horrifying revelation about just how little of his educational success belonged to him.
The evidence was all there in his father's meticulously organized filing system—invoices for "educational consulting services" that were actually bribes to admissions officers, contracts with "academic support specialists" who had taken his standardized tests, receipts for "tutoring programs" that were cover stories for systematic cheating.
Eighteen years of academic fraud, documented and organized with the same careful attention to detail that William brought to every other aspect of his business empire.
Ben sat in his father's home office, surrounded by proof that his entire educational career was a lie. The National Merit Scholarship that had made him feel

POV: Miranda ProsperoPapa's final lesson broke something fundamental inside me.The theory was elegant. Use reality manipulation on your own magical core, reshaping corrupted patterns into healthy ones. Simple in concept, nearly impossible in execution because it required manipulating yourself while conscious."You have to be both the sculptor and the clay," Papa explained. "Maintain awareness while fundamentally altering what you are. Most reality manipulators fail because they lose consciousness during transformation.""What happens if you lose consciousness?""Your power continues the transformation without guidance. Usually kills you or turns you into something that's no longer fully human." He demonstrated on a small scale, his hand briefly becoming translucent before solidifying. "See? Controlled self-manipulation. Now you try."I focused on my left hand, intending minor changes. Just making it glow brighter, then dimming the light. Basic control before attempting anything com
POV: Miranda ProsperoI woke up screaming.The nightmare had been so vivid. Ferdinand dying while trying to save Papa. Papa dying while trying to save me. Me destroying everything I loved because my power was too much to control.Except it wasn't a nightmare. It was a vision. My abilities showing me the future that would unfold if I couldn't get myself under control."Miranda?" Ferdinand's voice came from the doorway of our European safehouse. "Another bad dream?""Not a dream. A warning." I sat up, my hands shaking. "Something's wrong with my power. It's been growing since the prison break. Getting harder to contain.""Your father said that's normal after using that much magic. Your body needs time to recover.""This isn't recovery. This is escalation." I showed him my hands, which were glowing faintly with energy I couldn't suppress. "I can feel reality bending around me constantly now. Like the world is made of clay and my thoughts are reshaping it without permission."Ferdinand s
POV: Ferdinand KingWe reached the service entrance to find it blocked by a dozen Alliance guards."Going somewhere?" My father's voice came from behind the security line. "I have to admit, the rescue attempt was bold. Stupid, but bold.""Let them go," I said. "You wanted me. Here I am. Release Miranda and Prospero.""Why would I do that when I can have all three of you? My wayward son, the reality manipulator, and the exile who's been a thorn in Alliance politics for twenty years." He moved closer. "This worked out better than I'd hoped.""You planned this. The whole rescue attempt.""I created conditions that made rescue seem like your only option. Then I waited for you to prove exactly how predictable you are when someone you love is threatened." His smile was cold triumph. "You chose love over strategy. Emotion over logic. Which makes you fundamentally unsuited for leadership.""Or it makes me fundamentally different from you.""That's the same thing. Leaders can't afford sentime
POV: Ferdinand KingMy father's message arrived at dawn: Come home immediately. Your cooperation earns Prospero's release. Your refusal ensures his execution.I stared at the text, knowing exactly what cooperation meant. Return to the Southern Alliance. Accept my role as heir. Abandon Miranda and everything we'd fought for in exchange for her father's life.A deal designed to tear me apart regardless of which choice I made.Miranda found me on the cottage porch, staring at the message like it might change if I looked long enough. "What's wrong?""My father has Prospero. He's offering a trade. Me for your father's freedom."Her face went white. "That's not a trade. That's a trap.""Probably. But it's also the only chance your father has. The Council won't challenge my father's custody. And Prospero won't survive long in Alliance prisons given his condition.""So you're just going to surrender? Let your father win?""I'm going to save someone who deserves saving. Your father protected y
POV: Desi WhitmoreThe ambulances arrived twenty minutes later with police escort.Paramedics separated us immediately. Emilia to one ambulance for her gunshot wound. Ian to another for his head injury. Otto into a police car because witnesses reported him shifting and attacking.I tried to explain what happened. How Ian had manipulated Otto for months. How the gun had escalated a confrontation that Otto was trying to de-escalate by walking away. How everything that happened was self-defense in response to a weapon.The police listened politely and took notes. But their expressions said they'd already decided Otto was the aggressor. The violent Omega who'd tracked down someone and attacked them on a remote highway."I want to speak to a lawyer," Otto said quietly from the police car. "And I want Desi to know I'm sorry. For everything.""You can apologize later," the officer said. "Right now you're being detained for assault and possibly attempted murder.""He was defending himself!" I
POV: Desi WhitmoreI got Emilia's panicked text at 3 PM: Otto found Ian. Things going bad. Location attached. Need help NOW.My hands shook as I read the coordinates. Two hours north of campus. Two hours of Otto confronting the person who'd manipulated him while still unstable from the blood moon.This was going to end badly. I could feel it in my bones."I need a car," I told Cassio, who was recovering in his dorm room. "Otto's in trouble and I'm the only one who might be able to talk him down.""You mean Otto, the guy who almost killed me last night?" He sat up despite visible pain. "Desi, maybe let the authorities handle this one.""The authorities don't understand what Ian did to him. They'll treat Otto like a criminal instead of someone who was systematically manipulated into violence.""He is a criminal. He attacked multiple people during the blood moon.""Because Ian calculated exactly what it would take to break him. Timed everything for maximum psychological damage during th








