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    [Location: Leoncrest Castle - Tower 1]


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    <b>[Date: December 25, y. 485 of the Fourth Age]</b>


    The rest of December flew by in a blur of training and studying. As the Winter Festival approached, excitement built throughout the Academy. Students chattered about shows, talent competitions, and baking contests instead of the usual duels and challenges.


    Zeke found himself caught up in the growing anticipation, curious about what made this event so special that even the most serious students seemed giddy about it.


    Thankfully, he didn''t have too long to wait.


    Classes dragged on right up to the festival, though Zeke found his Aura Infusion sessions getting easier as they moved from theory back to practical work. His private training grew more intense each day, with Professor Gilda pushing him harder than ever.


    "You''re making real progress," she''d told him yesterday after he successfully maintained an aura shield for nearly ten minutes. "Just in time for a well-deserved break."


    Finally, the day of the Winter Festival arrived. Zeke woke before dawn, noticing a letter that had been slipped under the door during the night. He hopped out of bed and snatched it up.


    "Is it for me?" Ralph asked, sitting up. His red hair stuck straight up on one side like a rooster''s comb.


    "Both of us," Zeke replied, fighting back a laugh at his roommate''s appearance. He broke the seal and unfolded the parchment. "The Headmistress cordially invites all students down to the Dueling Arena for the Winter Festival.


    Dress for indoors, but bring outdoor clothing if you wish to venture outside."


    "Outside?" Zeke frowned, rereading the last line. "Why would we want to—"


    His voice trailed off as he glanced toward the window. Large, thick flakes of snow drifted lazily past the glass. A grin spread across his face as he jumped up for a better look.


    "Snow!" he exclaimed, rushing to his wardrobe. "Perfect timing!"


    Ralph groaned, pulling his blanket over his head. "Gross."


    "How can you not like snow?" Zeke asked, pulling on his boots. "Back home we hardly ever got any. Too far south."


    "The Arnette Estate is practically at the edge of the northern wilds," Ralph muttered from beneath his covers. "I''ve seen enough snow to last three lifetimes."


    While Ralph continued grumbling, Zeke finished dressing and bounded down the long spiral staircase. The main halls were already filling with students heading toward the Dueling Arena.


    Zeke joined the flow, his excitement building with each step.


    When he entered the arena, he stopped in his tracks, mouth hanging open. The space had been transformed into a winter wonderland.


    Magical snow swirled in intricate patterns overhead, weaving between banners and torches without ever touching the ground. Below, the entire arena floor was filled with tables heaped with food, student displays from various classes, and small performance stages.


    "Isn''t this magical?" Elise appeared beside him, her eyes bright with wonder.


    Music drifted from one corner of the room, a gentle melody played on strings and flutes. "It really is," Zeke nodded. "Way better than the Fall Festival."


    "You just say that because Diocletian tried to kill you," Elise said with a laugh.


    "And I think that''s a perfectly valid reason," Zeke replied with a grin. He followed Elise as she headed toward a round table at the side of the arena.


    She carried a platter of pastries he recognized immediately. "You got them made! Which recipe did you go with?"


    Elise shrugged. "Actually, believe it or not, I managed to find some real cinnamon. It was in a different part of the pantry, not labeled as a spice."


    She held up the platter for him to see. Despite her words, the pastries looked and smelled identical to the ones they''d made together weeks ago.


    "But you went with our Academy style anyway," Zeke said, surprised.


    "I decided to go with what we made together," Elise said simply. "It just seemed more fitting, somehow."


    A warmth that had nothing to do with the heated room spread through Zeke''s chest. They placed her entry on the contest table among dozens of other baked goods, though none looked nearly as appealing as Elise''s rolls.


    Suddenly, a commotion erupted from the entrance. A crowd had formed, people craning their necks and talking excitedly as they pushed forward.


    "What''s going on?" Zeke asked, standing on tiptoes to see over the crowd.


    Elise, being taller, gasped. "Zeke! That''s your brother!"


    "Artax?" Zeke''s jaw dropped. Without hesitation, he darted forward, weaving through the crowd like an eel through water.


    People parted as he approached, and suddenly there he was—Artax de''Godfrey in the flesh.


    His brother stood tall in his full battle armor, complete with several dents that told the story of his dragon fight more eloquently than words ever could. His broken sword hung at his right side, balanced by a new blade on his left.


    When he spotted Zeke, his serious expression broke into a wide grin.


    "There you are!" Artax exclaimed, opening his arms wide. "I''ve been looking all over for you!"


    Zeke rushed forward, nearly tackling his brother with a hug. Despite the cold metal armor, the embrace felt warmer than any fire.


    "You should have told me you were coming!" Zeke said, stepping back to look at his brother. "When did you get here?"


    "A couple hours ago. We rode through the night to make it in time," Artax replied, looking around the transformed arena. "It looks just like I remember it."


    "It''s amazing," Zeke agreed. "But what are you doing here?"


    "To see you, of course!" Artax beamed. Noticing the crowd still watching them eagerly, he turned to address the onlookers. "Alright! I''ll do a meet and greet this afternoon at three.


    Anyone who approaches me before then gets put on my blacklist. I came to spend time with my brother, not tell war stories."


    The crowd groaned but dispersed respectfully. Artax turned back to Zeke with a more relaxed smile.


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    "Well," Zeke said, "want me to show you around?"


    "This is your school now. You show me around," Artax replied.


    Zeke glanced back and spotted Elise hovering uncertainly at a distance. He waved her over.


    "Artax, this is Elise. She''s one of my best friends here."


    "Good friends, huh?" Artax said with a wink that made Zeke''s ears burn. He extended his hand to Elise, who curtsied before shaking it. "Good to meet you. You''re from the commons?"


    Elise nodded. "Yes, I''m afraid so."


    "Nothing wrong with that at all," Artax replied, studying her. "Your accent... Redriver Province?"


    Elise''s eyes widened. "You can tell?"


    "I did a tour of duty there about four years ago. One of my first assignments after graduating," Artax explained. "Had to clear out a family of ogres from a swamp near a village called... Brimstone, I think?"


    "Yes!" Elise nodded enthusiastically. "I remember when that happened. Brimstone was about a day''s ride from my home."


    "The people of Redriver were exceptionally good to me," Artax said warmly. "I''ve never forgotten that trip. So tell me, what''s your specialty here at the Academy?"


    As they walked around the arena, Elise explained her studies in magical theory and herbalism. Zeke added stories about her skills in the kitchen, which made Elise blush and change the subject to ask Artax about his adventures.


    The day unfolded in a parade of delights. A theater club performed a play about star-crossed lovers from rival houses, though unlike the traditional tale, this version ended with both lovers imprisoned by their families, never to see each other again.


    The audience applauded enthusiastically despite the dark ending.


    Next came a talent show featuring everything from juggling and magic tricks to singing groups. There were no winners declared; it was simply a chance for students to showcase their abilities.


    "When I was here," Artax whispered to Zeke, "I did a sword-swallowing act. Nearly cut my throat, but the applause was worth it."


    "Really?" Zeke asked, impressed.


    "No," Artax laughed. "I can''t believe you fell for that."


    After the performances, the judges began evaluating the baking contest entries. Five judges, including Ericka from the cooking class, sampled each dish with serious expressions.


    Zeke, Artax, and Elise watched nervously as they approached Elise''s pastries.


    "And the winner is..." the head judge announced after deliberation, "Elise Arvand''s Butterflower Rolls!"


    Elise gasped in delight as everyone applauded. She accepted a small blue ribbon and returned to Zeke and Artax, beaming.


    "Congratulations!" Zeke said, giving her a quick hug.


    "Well deserved," Artax added. "I can''t wait to try them."


    Once the contest ended, all food entries were available for general consumption. Zeke helped himself to several of Elise''s rolls, along with a sampling of other treats.


    As they enjoyed their snacks, the doors to the outer courtyards swung open. Snow covered the grounds outside—real snow, not the magical display inside.


    Students poured out to engage in sleigh rides and snowball fights.


    "My roommate''s over there," Elise said, pointing to a girl waving enthusiastically near one of the sleighs. "She wants us to take a ride together. I should go. I''ll catch up with you later?"


    "Go have fun!" Zeke encouraged her. As she hurried away, Artax nudged him with an elbow.


    "She''s cute."


    "Stop it," Zeke muttered, though he couldn''t keep from smiling.


    "Hey, warriors can have relationships too, you know," Artax said. He nodded toward the sleighs. "Want to take a ride?"


    "Isn''t that just something guys do with people they love?" Zeke asked skeptically.


    Artax clutched his chest in mock offense. "Are you saying you don''t love me, little brother?"


    "What? That''s not—" Zeke began.


    "Come on!" Artax laughed. "I''m the most famous knight in the castle, which means I can do whatever I want. And by extension, so can you."


    Zeke wasn''t entirely convinced by that logic, but he followed his brother anyway. They joined the line for sleighs, about ten people behind Elise and her roommate.


    From here, Zeke could see the full extent of the snowfall—it covered the Academy grounds completely but stopped precisely at the walls. Not a flake had fallen beyond them.


    "This little stunt takes the weather mages weeks to prepare," Artax commented as they moved forward in line. "They hate every second of it, but the Headmistress insists there must be snow."


    "She''s not someone you want to disappoint," Zeke agreed.


    "No indeed!" Artax laughed.


    A few minutes later, they climbed into a sleigh pulled by two dappled gray horses. As they glided across the snow-covered grounds, the noise of the festival faded behind them.


    The silence, broken only by the soft crunching of snow beneath the runners, was peaceful.


    "Zeke?" Artax said after a while. "There''s something I want to talk to you about."


    "What''s that?" Zeke asked, turning to his brother.


    "Well..." Artax adjusted his gauntlets. "I thought you should be the first to know that I just got engaged. I''m getting married in the spring."


    "What?" Zeke''s face split into a huge grin. "That''s amazing! Congratulations!" The smile faltered slightly. "Not to someone from House Minziar, I hope?"


    "No, no," Artax laughed. "Actually, she''s not from a noble house at all. Back before I left for the Academy, there was this girl from our village.


    The baker''s daughter. We were sweethearts all through childhood. Now that I''m home for good, we''ve rekindled things."


    "And she never got married all this time?" Zeke asked, surprised.


    "Said she kept waiting for the right guy to show up, and no one compared to me," Artax shrugged, trying and failing to look modest. "Anyway, I''d like you to be my best man."


    "I''d be honored," Zeke said immediately. After a moment''s thought, he asked, "What does Father think about you marrying a commoner?"


    "Well..." Artax rubbed the back of his neck. "Let''s just say that... You know how you were treated growing up? That''s more or less how I''m being treated now.


    He''s not unkind, but his mind is always on matters of state. He''s concerned with how the House can benefit, and there''s little I can do to affect that now."


    "That''s not true," Zeke frowned. "You''re still the heir."


    "Only in name, not in practice," Artax said. "Everyone sees you as the heir now. When the time comes, even if my name is on the paper, it will all go to you."


    "I don''t want to take that from you!" Zeke protested, sitting up straight. "You''re my brother! I never wanted to replace you."


    "You''re not taking anything from me," Artax assured him, placing a hand on Zeke''s shoulder. "Honestly, this has made things easier. I''ve thought about Samantha ever since I left for the Academy.


    Being back now, I can pursue that dream. I never could have done it before, both because of my duties and because such a marriage would have given our enemies political ammunition.


    Now I''m free. I''m having a good life, and from what I can see, so are you."


    Zeke looked up at the castle as they passed by a towering wall. "I''m still figuring it all out, but I am enjoying it. It''s good, even when it''s exhausting."


    "You''ve got a lot of pressure on you," Artax acknowledged. "But from what I hear, you''re putting in the work, and it''s paying off." He grinned suddenly. "Now, tell me about all the mischief you''ve gotten into."


    "I really haven''t," Zeke answered.


    "What?" Artax looked genuinely shocked. "How many times have you snuck out after curfew?"


    "Once," Zeke admitted.


    "Only once?" Artax seemed appalled. "And how many times have you gone down into the sewers looking for sewer worms?"


    Zeke''s jaw dropped. "Why would I ever do that?"


    "For the fun of it!" Artax sighed dramatically. "At least tell me you figured out the secret of the stone lion?"


    "I tried," Zeke winced.


    "For how long?"


    "Five minutes."


    Artax''s groan was audible over the clopping of hooves and the crunching of snow. "We need to have a long talk about making the most of your Academy years."


    "I''ve been a little busy trying not to get killed or expelled," Zeke reminded him. "Between Diocletian''s challenges, the Senate''s plot against our house, and the 34 Trials that I can''t fail even once..."


    "Fair point," Artax conceded. "But there''s more to the Academy than just training. Some of my best memories are from the adventures between classes."


    He lowered his voice conspiratorially. "Did you know there''s a hidden passage behind the kitchens that leads directly to the east tower? Saved me from getting caught out after curfew at least a dozen times."


    "Really?" Zeke leaned forward, suddenly interested. "Where exactly?"


    "Third pantry, behind the flour barrels," Artax said, grinning at his brother''s enthusiasm. "Push on the wall stone with the chip in the corner.


    But be careful—sometimes the night cook uses it for secret meetups with the librarian''s assistant."


    Zeke laughed, storing this information away for future use. As the sleigh rounded a bend, bringing the main hall back into view, he felt a new appreciation for his time at the Academy.


    He''d been so focused on survival and proving himself that he''d missed some of the adventure along the way.


    "So about that stone lion," Zeke said casually. "Any hints?"


    Artax''s eyes twinkled. "Let''s just say its secret involves the full moon, midnight, and knowing which ruby eye to press first."


    "Left or right?" Zeke pressed.


    "Where would the fun be if I just told you?" Artax laughed. "Some things you need to discover for yourself."


    As they completed their circuit of the grounds, Zeke smiled contentedly. Whether or not riding in a sleigh with his brother was considered cool didn''t matter one bit.


    He was getting to spend time with Artax away from the crowds and chaos, learning secrets of the Academy he might never have discovered on his own.


    "Tell me more about these sewer worms," Zeke said as they approached the sleigh station. "And exactly how dangerous are they?"


    Artax grinned. "Well, they''re not exactly dangerous, but they are exceptionally slimy..."


    As the brothers stepped down from the sleigh, Artax launched into another tale of Academy mischief, and Zeke listened eagerly, already planning his next adventure.


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