Responsibility

A single tear rolled down her cheek but Sandry brushed it away roughly. She had no time for tears. That night kept replaying over and over in her mind, the Duke dead, her the heir. The retaliation had been instantaneous from her cousins who had much support both military and economical, she had fled and she wouldn't surprised if she had been outlawed. The girl inhaled deeply bringing a crowd of scents to attention. Lavender, rosemary, cherry blossoms, roses, and thyme jerked her from her thought and into the turmoil of the present moment.

The rain cascaded upon her, she was soaked to the skin and her clothes were plastered against her skin since she hadn't bothered to perform the simple charm that made the water slid against the material. Sandrilene stood at Discipline, poised to knock on the door. Daja and Briar were in there, as well as Lark and Rosethorn, Evvy and Pasco, was there any need to worry them? She had cut them off early that night at the first sight of her Uncle several hours ago.

A flurry of footsteps could be heard and the door was thrown open, "I'll go look for her", Lark called over her shoulder and stopped abruptly in front of Sandry. "My dear, we were worried when you didn't show up for dinner-" her tone change at the sight of her student's face and with a new urgency in her voice she moaned, "What's the matter?"

Briar and Daja ran to Lark's side. Briar was appalled to see Sandry as she was, he held out an arm to steady the girl. He watched in plain shock the events at a fast forward courtesy of the link he shared with his foster sister. He pulled her inside and sat her by the fire knowing full well that they didn't have the luxury of time. Sandry clutched a bag to her chest, no doubt filled with what she would need. "Now what?", Daja asked dazed.

"Tris" Briar muttered and after a few words to a bewildered Lark about watching Sandry, he and Daja had ran off to gather their possessions, they need to leave.

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"...Now, the meaning of life anyone? Yes, Miss Morminor?" Professor Snakeshead asked his class.

Lianna Morminor alias Trisana Chandler opened her mouth to respond when a searing pain shot through her head. A series of visions passed before her eyes, Duke Vedris, dead, Sandry weeping, Briar packing, Daja with a hand on Sandry's shoulder. She had dozed off, she must have! "Miss Mominor? Miss Morminor!"

"Oh, forty-two" she answered confidently, this was the mathematics course wasn't it? Her answer was followed by several snickers and the Professor cleared his throat.

"I expected better of you, Lianna"

A red tinge exploded on her cheeks as the red head blushed furiously and kept her head down the rest of the class period, ignoring the giggles and note passing. She stalked out of the room at the soonest possible opportunity, her bag slung over one shoulder. Tris's next class was Magical Practice, her favorite by far, nevertheless she entered the classroom in a foul mood. It did not improve.

"Now before we continue with the water glasses I have an announcement to make. Tomorrow, the famous Nikalaren Goldeye, a former student at Lightsbridge will be giving a lecture that all of you will be required to attend. Take notes, I shall quiz you on it." A unusually strong gust of wind knocked over Tris's glass of water, she didn't bother to look surprised when all heads swiveled to stare at the broken glass.

Why couldn't they just accept the fact that she wanted this? Her nails dug into her palm and her knuckles were white. She wasn't Trisana Chandler anymore! She was Lianna Morminor, a utterly normal student at Lightsbridge.

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Disclaimer: The answer to the meaning of life is the property of Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy nearly everything else is Tamora Pierce's.