Fantastic Schools: Volume One (Fantastic Schools Anthologies Book 1)
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“Who ...?” His mother scrambled to her knees. “My Lord, who are ...”
“Gennady!” Gennady was no longer sure if that were true. He’d changed too much. Magicians didn’t always change their names, but ... they were supposed to change their names if they no longer recognised themselves. “I’m your son!”
His mother stared at him. “Gennady?”
“Yes.” Gennady felt his patience snap. “I’ve come home!”
“I ...” His mother started to stammer. “I ...”
Gennady shook his head. “Where is everyone?”
“Huckeba went to live with his new family,” his mother managed. “The others are in the fields. Sarah is ...”
“Primrose!” Gennady cut her off. “Where is Primrose?”
“In the last cottage,” his mother said. “Gennady, wait ...”
Gennady ignored her. Primrose was all he wanted now. The thought of her had sustained him during the last few ... he honestly wasn’t sure how long it had been, but he knew he wouldn’t have made it this far without her. He turned and marched through the door, his mother crying behind him. Once, it would have weakened his resolve even though he knew his mother detested him as much as his father. Gennady was living proof there was something wrong with her womb. But now ... he didn’t care. Primrose was all that mattered.
He walked through the village, heedless of the panic in his wake. Children fled, screaming. Girls stared at him, unsure if they should be running for their lives too. They had to fear that running would merely draw his attention. He revelled in the sensation of knowing he could do anything to them now, to the girls who’d mocked him for an ugly gnome before he’d come into his powers, to the men who’d beaten him for being weak and useless ... oh, he could do anything to them. The thought of making them suffer brought him joy.
The last cottage rose up in front of him. Gennady hesitated, just for a second, before pressing on. Primrose would be glad to see him. Of course, she would. He would protect her from everyone. He would love her and marry her and she would bear his children and ... he tapped the door, wondering who would answer. Primrose’s father would be in the fields. The man might have sired the most beautiful woman in existence, but he still had to work to feed his family. He’d be working until he could work no more, then he’d be thrown out to die in the cold.
Gennady tapped the door, as gingerly as he could. It still shuddered under the blow. He stepped back, reminding himself to be careful when he hugged Primrose. He might hurt her, quite by accident. The door creaked, then opened. Primrose looked out, wearing the smock and scarf of a married woman. She’d married? Gennady felt his heart stop in shock. She’d married? It had never occurred to him she might have married ...
Her eyes filled with horror. “Gennady?”
Gennady felt his head spin. She’d recognised him? She knew who he was? And she’d still married someone else? He tried to tell himself she probably hadn’t had a choice—she would hardly be the first women to be married against her will—but he couldn’t believe it. A surge of anger rose up with him, a wave of magic making Primrose take a step back. She’d betrayed him! How dare she?
“Primrose?” Another voice. A very familiar voice. “Who’s that?”
Gennady stepped forward, his sheer presence pushing Primrose back. Hogarth stood inside the cottage, looking just as Gennady remembered. Fear washed through him, fear and panic and rage. Blind rage. Hogarth stumbled back, too late. Gennady cast the spell. He’d meant to turn Hogarth into a slug and step on him, but the spell was massively overpowered. Hogarth was ripped apart, chunks of flesh and blood suddenly painting the walls. Primrose screamed. Gennady rounded on her. How could she marry someone else?
His knife was in his hand before he quite knew what he was doing. Primrose gasped, one hand tugging at her smock as if she intended to offer herself to him. It had no attraction for Gennady now. He yanked her forward, stabbing the knife into her heart. Power washed around him, surging into his wards. It felt different, but ... it felt good. And yet ... the surge of impressions was different. Primrose had never loved him. She’d felt sorry for him, but ... she’d never loved him. He couldn’t take it anymore.
He threw back his head and screamed. Rage—and fire—burned through him. The fire became real, a wall of flame consuming the cottage and blasting on to destroy the village. He sensed people screaming, begging for mercy from gods he’d never believed in, as their entire lives were swept up and destroyed. He knew, at some level, that he’d just condemned his mother and most of his siblings to death, but it didn’t bother him. His family had betrayed him. They deserved to die. They all deserved to die. He stood in the middle of the storm, untouched as the wave of fire scorched both the farms and the tiny fields to ash. It felt as if he was finally putting his childhood behind him.
They’d be coming for him, he knew. The sorcerers and magicians and aristocrats who’d fear what he’d become. He giggled at the thought, knowing it was too late. He was already too powerful to be stopped easily. And he no longer had the weaknesses of the human form. He couldn’t remember, now, why he’d wanted Primrose, why he’d found Lyndred attractive. It no longer mattered. All he wanted—and needed—was power. He drew in his magic, smiling as it rushed through him. His childhood was gone. Gennady was gone.
“Gennady is dead,” he said, quietly. The flames abated. The shadows pooling at the edge of the village waited for him. It was time to go. “My name is Shadye.”
Continued in Schooled in Magic
Christopher G. Nuttall is the author of the Schooled in Magic series, the Zero Enigma series and many others, covering everything from high fantasy to alternate history, military science-fiction and thrillers. He currently lives in Edinburgh with his wife and sons.
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Afterword
In the words of that immortal trickster Puck:
If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber'd here
While these visions did appear.…
….So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.
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About the Editors
Mr. Nuttall has been featured in the wonderful story just a few pages ago: Gennady’s Tale.
Website: http://chrishanger.net/
Blog: https://chrishanger.wordpress.com/
L. Jagi Lamplighter is the author of the YA fantasy series: The Books of Unexpected Enlightenment, the third book of which was nominated for the YA Dragon Award in 2017 and the fourth book of which won the first YA Ribbit Award. She is also the author of the Prospero’s Children series: Prospero Lost, Prospero In Hell, and Prospero Regained.
She has published numerous articles and short stories. She also has an anthology of her own works: In the Lamplight. She also edits for Superversive Press and teaches The Art and Craft of Writing.
When not writing, she switches to her secret identity as wife and stay-home mom in Centreville, VA, where she lives with her dashing husband, author John C. Wright, and their four darling children, Orville, Ping-Ping Eve, Roland Wilbur, and Justinian Oberon.