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caustics?” Pi asked, crawling toward her teacher, not daring to even stand.
    Flora shook her head, and glanced over her shoulder as if any moment someone would come through the door.
    “What are they?” Clara whispered, going to stand the desk back up, though it was obvious whoever it was in the hall meant to destroy the entire academy; one overturned desk wouldn’t mean a thing.
    “I don’t know,” Flora said.
    There was screaming outside the door, and lights outside the classroom window, fleeing toward the forest. A blast of wyrd and a sizzle of lightning flared just beyond the window, and Flora sank to the floor, not wanting to be seen.
    Pi gasped as she saw the silhouettes of fellow students beyond the window fall to a smoldering heap on the ground. The figure that had attacked them turned, looked like he was nearing the window and then stopped, cocked his head, and dashed to the right.
    “What’s going on?” Clara asked, tears streaming down her face. She crouched now beside Pi and Flora.
    Flora just shook her head.
    “Chy!” Pi said. “My brother’s out there, I have to go to him.”
    She stood and made for a back door that connected one classroom to the next, away from Flora.
    "I got him," a blond man said, stepping through the doorway just before Pi could barge through it. Devenstar pulled a young child behind him, and Pi nearly cried out in relief when she saw her brother Chy with Clara's brother.
    "Good, we need to get out of here," Flora said.
    "What’s going on?" Pi asked.
    "The academy is being attacked," Flora said simply, as if they couldn’t see that. "Deven, do you see anything out that window?"
    Deven peered out the window they had just seen the attack through. "Nothing," he shook his head.
    "Alright, through the window you go," Flora said.
    “But people were killed as they ran!” Clara protested as Devenstar slid the window open.
    “Then we will have to make sure that doesn’t happen to us,” Flora whispered.
    "Are they caustics?" Pi asked again.
    The teacher shook her head that she didn't know. "Most likely."
    She rushed them out the window, and into the dark of the night.
    There was a point that Pi thought they would make it. Her heart was racing wildly, deafening out all other noise in a liquid pumping of blood through her head. She was breathing harder than she had ever breathed before, the cold night biting through the wool of her dress. She wasn’t prepared for this; she wasn’t prepared for living out of doors. Maybe they could just wait it out until the attack was over.
    Lightning flashed by her ear, nearly hitting Flora, but instead splitting a tree in half not far from them.
    Flora turned and let loose a red bolt of lightning, scorching the ground as it crawled its way toward their attacker. The man stepped out of the way, and the lightning went past him.
    Black lightning flashed from his fingers, his bald head shining in the darkened light of his wyrd. He snarled as the lightning found its mark, striking the shields around Flora. There was a flash of black lightning on her red-wyrded shield. Sparks showered around them in a display of light.
    Clara held up her hands, which were already glowing yellow with the limited amount of wyrd one could work before going through their trials. She let out a fizzle of a spark, which spiraled its way to the man, snapping into a yellow shower at the end of his nose. It didn’t hurt him, but it was enough to distract him.
    The shield flung back his lightning attack, sending errant bolts around the man in a circle, burning the ground where they touched. Red fire blasted from Flora’s hands, but the man was faster, weaving a shield of his own around his body before the fire could reach him. When her wyrded flames licked against the space his shields occupied, the air around him became like shadows.
    “It’s no use!” Pi said, readying wyrd of her own. “There’s no way to break his shields. We will fight until we are all tired, or he