The Lazy Prince

Chapter 8: Avoid your Problems.

Sin tilts her head up to me. "You don't think..." She trails off, actually whispering this time.

"Yeah I do." This has the Regent's name all over it. I whip my eCrystal out of my pocket and dial Sir Howin. I have to make sure that he is informed and safe.

"Who are you calling? Your other whores?" Callum sneers at me and I give him a blank look. Sin just smirks at him and rubs my masculine chest.

I look him right in the eye when I speak into the eCrystal. "Sir Howin, did you hear the news?" I question not bothering to greet him as our people do. Callum rolls his eyes and leans against Kyro. The latter hasn't tried to look my way at all since our talk earlier today. Well actually yesterday since it's 0300.

"Yes I've heard the news. What are your orders sir?" Sir Howin picks up on the fact that I'm not alone and uses male pronouns.

"Be careful. Your top priority should be yourself. Souls be safe." My order falls from my tongue. The black sun on my palm warms in approval of the order. 

"Souls be safe." He replies back and I hang up.

I lean down and kiss Sin on the cheek. "See you in Extra Lessons?" I question.

"I'll be there." She gives my hand a squeeze then takes off into the throngs of moving bodies. Everybody is leaving except us. Looking around I notice the other Quints aren't moving either.

I send a questioning look to Callum since he usually answer me, but he ignores me. I shrug my shoulders and wait with the others. Once everyone has left except for the Quints and Dean Whyriss's Quint. Everybody moves at once, me a step behind. It's no fun being out of the loop.

"Is this everyone?" Dean Whyriss questions and Professor Julia nods. "Good, let's begin."

Professor Julia kneels down, the concrete beneath us rumbles and start moving. A large circle forms in the middle and then I'm sitting in a concrete chair. Correction. Everyone is sitting in a concrete chair. Professor Julia just made a conference table and sat fifty-five people just like that. Minerals are so cool and creative. They should really be thanking Goddess Totalia more often.

"Time mark is 0327 hours. First Lustrum war meeting may commence." Professor Locke states and an older student to his left starts writing things down.

"I wasn't joking earlier when I said we must now prepare you for war. As Quints training at the Academy, you will be expecting to fight." Dean Whyriss starts eyeing everyone sitting at the table. "Your power levels far outrank that of the other students. There are two major changes that will happen. First, your day will now begin at 0500 with Professor Locke. You will be trained in the art of combat and weapons."

Several of the students starts to protest and the Dean simply holds her hand up and silence fall across the table. "Yes you have your magic but remember. Magic is not without its limits. You may find yourself in a situation where you cannot use your magic or you have used it up." Nods from around the table. "Second, you will be introduce to destruction magic." This time, no one speaks. Destruction magic is no joke. It is extremely dangerous to both the castors and the intended target. Accidents often occur leading to horrible deaths. "Can you now grasp the severity of the situation?" She questions everyone.

"Yes ma'am!" We all roar in unison.

Millions of people are going to die. Guilt tears at my insides. Because of me. My mind unhelpfully adds.

"War meeting end time 0352. Dismissed." Professor Locke barks out and the concrete table and chairs melt back into the ground.

We stalk out of the room and back to the house. I feel like my alarm goes off as soon as my head hits the pillow. It probably actually does.