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most. Do you know which you have?”
    “Wind, fire and water.”
    “Correct, your fire and water are mediocre, but the wind is quite strong, and combined with the bender abilities, it’s almost ferocious. I suppose that’s what set the poor thermometer over the top. It’s not used to such strange combinations.”
    “What about the other one?”
    “What other one? You didn’t specialise in anything else.” She looked down sharply, as if she may have forgotten to record something.
    I thought about my last tutor—how he had laughed and called me crazy when I tried to describe my unusual affinity for the plants around me—and then suddenly realised that I would be enough of an outsider around here without that to add to it.
    “Nothing, sorry, my mistake,” I quickly amended.
    She looked at me a moment longer, her gaze steady and searching, and then she gave a short nod and waved her hand absently in the direction of the door.
    “You may be on your way now; if you choose not to attend History for the remainder of the lesson then I advise staying out of sight until it’s over. I’ll draw up your specialisation card and have it sent to your other teachers, I’m sure some of your classes will also be changed after this. Better check back at the office at the end of the day for a new timetable.”
    “Thank you,” I muttered quickly, grabbing my books up again and shuffling out of the classroom.
     
     

Chapter Two
     
    Contrary Connections
     
    I was glad that she wasn’t going to make me go to History, as I was fairly sure that I never wanted to walk in late to a class again. I wandered around the Academy until I found a wooden bench beneath a flourishing cherry-blossom tree. Spilling my books onto the bench, I sat atop it and held my hand out, waiting until—from somewhere above me—a flower detached itself and drifted down to rest on my open palm, the petals curving slightly to embrace my hand. I closed my eyes and sighed, the familiar buzzing feeling quickly spreading through me.
    “Well that’s nothing I’ve ever seen before.”
    I snapped my eyes open, and turned stiffly to see the stranger who had apparently been standing on the other side of the tree.
    “You’ve never seen someone catch a falling flower before?” I asked, quickly throwing the blossom to the ground.
    It seemed to wilt a little as soon as it left my palm. He shrugged at my answer, strolling over to sit on the table next to me.
    “Hey, I won’t tell anyone.”
    Frowning, I scooted a few inches away from him, wondering if he were here on some cruel mission from his classmates. I may not have gone to the Academy before, but I had more than enough experience with the young people in the kingdom from my own childhood to know better than to accept a friendly face for just what it appeared to be. Though he did have a very nice face, I admitted. He was tall, and broad about the shoulders, leading me to think he was one of the older students that sometimes get picked to stay on for commissioned training. His hair was chocolate-brown, and his skin was lightly tanned, suiting his athletic build. His eyes, when he turned to look at me, were an attractive shade of russet-brown.
    “Why are you here?” I eventually asked. “Did someone dare you to try and provoke me, or did you just want to see the freak show up-close?”
    I watched as the understanding slowly dawned in his eyes and wondered, for a moment, if he really was just trying to be friendly. Then he laughed.
    “Aren’t synfees supposed to be notorious charmers? You’re a little stunted in that department, just from my own observation.”
    “I’m not a synfee.”
    “You have their blood, don’t you, Harrow?”
    I shot him a dark look, which somehow only made his smile widen.
    “How does everyone here know who I am?”
    “You’re infamous. Apparently you have hair the colour of a desert sunset, and eyes that flash like a desert storm—nobody told me that your personality was