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Their archive contains personal diaries, musings, funny moments, as well as information on monumental events, research, and recipes for making anything from relaxing teas and mouthwatering desserts, to deadly potions, and they also have instructions on spellcasting and historical documents. Axel guessed that there will be a lot to go through, but this was beyond his wildest imagination! Axel gave himself a pep talk. Even if he reads only a book or two, it will be better than nothing. But there was no way to figure out which one of these books will have something useful. What if he wastes his time reading a diary of a frolicky witch who spent her days talking to frogs? Axel steeled his resolv

POV: KAELEN The low-burning tallow candles flickered in the drafty archives of the medical wing, casting long, swaying shadows across the stone floor. Stacks of leather-bound case files, yellowed ledgers, and dusty apothecary registers sat piled high on my heavy oak workbench. The scent of drying chamomile and dried elderberry was overpowered by the sharp, metallic tang of the silver-testing solution I had used earlier in Lady Elena’s bedchamber.

“There’s not much to talk about. I’m an exile with a death warrant and a mate who’d rather kill me than have me expose the pack secrets.” Cassie’s eyebrows lift. “Is that what you think?” The question sits there, sticky and sharp. I look away, up at the line of drying herbs that bisects the room. There’s more variety here than in most apothecaries: sage, mugwort, skullcap, dried poppies hanging like little brown bells. Bundles of pale birch bark, glass jars packed with yellow roots and bitter leaves, whole shelves dedicated to vials of what I’d guess are poisons if I didn’t know Cassie’s reputation.

Neutral Ground The apothecary looked like it had been dead for a century. Its wooden shutters sagged inward, nails bent with rust, and the faded sign above the door (Elderwick Remedies) hung by a single chain that groaned whenever the wind pressed against it. Dusty glass jars lined the window, filled with herbs that had long since rotted into powder. I tightened my cloak around my shoulders, every step up the cracked cobblestones screaming louder in my head than it did in the air.

With a total of 100 mage coins at hand, Audrey started on her shopping spree. She and Niccoli visited different emporiums. 'Magus Athenaeum' was written majestically at the entrance of the first shop that they visited. As a new student, obviously they have to buy the book for their studies. So it is normal that their first stop will be a book store. There are a total of six books listed on the paper given to them and they look around the library for these specific books. Meanwhile, the library was divided into different sections and they were neatly separated by subject. The bookshelves for Herbology and Beasticology for the study of mystical plants and magical beast respectively were placed

“While we were in there, I received a text. The guards have found the apothecary’s files from the correct year.” “Let’s go at once,” I said, my dwindled hope rebuilding once more. When we entered the apothecary’s shop, the binder of files was out on the counter. I went over at once. One of my guards had already started coming through. “Here,” he said, showing me the year. “A lot of poison went out this year. And all to one person.” My blood ran cold, my outrage burning a bright flame in my chest. Darius.

They chorused. **** That night, Natalie sat in front of her dresser, brushing her long silver hair before bed. Her eyes constantly kept shifting to the worn out diary still sitting lazily atop her dresser, and each time, she’d tear her gaze away from it to the mirror instead, focusing on the whole process of detangling her hair, but it got to a point where she couldn’t take it anymore. Sighing deeply, the young woman reached for the diary and opened to the first page, her fingers running across the brown colored paper absentmindedly.

"We’ll keep him secured." I was already running. The apothecary was tucked between a pawn shop and a tattoo parlor. It was a cramped, dimly lit space that smelled heavily of dried sage, sulfur, and old parchment. Floor-to-ceiling wooden shelves were packed with amber glass jars, hand-labeled tins, and ceramic crocks containing rare roots and preserved organs. Bundles of herbs hung from the rafters, and a thick coating of dust covered everything except for a heavy brass scale on the marble counter.

He deserves it for not bringing me any breakfast. My stomach growls as I keep exploring my new room. There are books all over the place. I pull out A Healer’s Encyclopedia, A Collection of Diseases and Ailments, and A Compendium of Poisons from the shelves. One dusty book stands out to me. Experiments: Book One is scrawled in nearly unreadable handwriting on the thick spine. I flip it open to a random page. Wolves Healing Times is written in messy letters at the top of the parchment.

Dear Diary, I’ve decided to keep a book recording all my days here at High Hill, should make pleasant reading in the future! Well, let’s start with the basics. I’m Gabriel; surname’s irrelevant as I’d rather not link myself to my parents. I’m 15; average height, wavy mousey brown hair, hazel brown eyes, and I’ve just arrived on my first day here. My parents sent me here because apparently public school isn’t good enough for me. But the reason they don’t know is that my parents would rather not have a son like me around them, snobbish twats. I’m just not good enough for them because I’m gay... Oh yes, did I not mention, I’m gay...and single... and full of a house with lots of boys in it. Oh b