A Tribian Star のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

After Sir Ferns went over the guidelines for both camp and the academy, he assigned everyone to work on camp gridlock.Gardening, maintaining the school, hunting, and logging would all be rotated among the three people once a week. Myra, Oswin, and I worked together on this project. Myra was well-versed in all the goings-on at the academy. When it came to deadlocks, she was a wiseacre.Our team's project this week is maintenance and support at a local school. Deadlocks' primary responsibilities in this role included repairing bulletins, signage, and posters, helping with stage decorations, and delivering fresh supplies to the academy's camps, including the squad houses. With that final idea, I had to swallow hard. Instantly, the thought of The Drift came back to me.Oswin had grown impatient while waiting for me. While Myra was still tidying up for her delivery of fresh supplies, we dug carrots out of the raised garden beds and ate them while we waited.When uniformed Myra appeared, w

I clenched my fist, ready to punch the guy. Though I have never studied self-defense, I was not about to let this man's kiss serve as an introduction. Unfortunately, for him, his wish will not come true.His breath warmed the tip of my ear. He had his back to the wall behind me like that.He bowed low. Nearer. I almost looked at his face without knuckles in the grip.The house was bathed in light from our bodies. Oh, I was so relieved.The energy was warm, and I could feel it moving toward my hand. Until recently, I doubted that my body could effectively react to threats and keep me safe. My system can heal any wound quickly, but that's all I know.Both of my hands were glowing brightly. Perhaps the other boys saw him, and he stopped coming close to kissing me.He turned his back on me and looked elsewhere. His frustration caused his jaw to stiffen. The disappointment on his face vanished instantly when he saw the flashlights I was holding."Well, that's promising." He was looking at

Three deadlocks, a seer, and a weaver. We just became a squad. Even with Isabel, I was at a loss where to begin looking into Sandro's disappearance. Yes, she's sharing her side of the tale, but what about the other perspectives?I was aware that Mira had good reason to dislike her; after all, she claimed to have seen Isabel and Sandro in the hours before Sandro vanished. I did not believe what anyone said. A definitive account of the truth had not yet been uncovered; after all, it didn't matter who told the tale.Now, where do we even begin?"I know how we start working on the Sandro Aragon case!" One morning, while doing nothing, Myra was turning over the soil in the cabbage bed. After completing our school maintenance and upkeep tasks, we decided to lend a hand in the garden.Even though it was still dark outside, the woman was bursting with life force. Her attention was fixed on the tasks at hand in the garden, and she worked tirelessly. I might have thought she was a fae if she we

The roses that were on the dresser a week ago were still there. When I reexamined my appearance in the full-length mirror, I realized something was off. Why they don't wilt is a mystery to me. It could be possible that Isabel's magic was what kept them going strong and healthy.For some reason, I found myself curious as to their intended purpose.My focus went back to my reflection once more. Having everything so neatly arranged was something I got used to. The heavy jacket and mud-slick boots that matched my animal-skin helmet had become my standard attire throughout my time in Samaria.I grew up on a farm.My appearance had changed.I had my hair in a bun and wore an old dress with a headband. A few curls on one side of my face completed my appearance.I looked at myself in the mirror and started blinking rapidly. She styled my hair and applied some mascara, making me appear nothing like the Samarian girl my classmates had taunted for her large eyes, wavy hair, and fragile build. I

Morning had arrived. Like a flash, the academy's opening party was over. The tension between us and Chase was so high that I didn't even have fun. Avi, who returned to the venue after we plotted our adventure in the forest, was the only person I knew who really made the most of the evening.Come to think of it, she was only a twelve-year-old kid! But I decided to drop it. My younger sister was the most knowledgeable person in the room. Her craft was weaving. She had a chance to avert calamity trouble they could even happen.Always.How to begin this day eluded me. It looked like today wouldn't be a nice one, so prepare for the worst. What I did last night was like to playing Russian roulette with my life. When Chase Roan Santi suggested the possibility of rebelling against The Drift, he was dead serious. I was about to have a nightmare remembering Mira Zina Zenovia's angry face.In any case, I had to press on. If it came down to it, I'd throw caution to t