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Knowing I am in direct disagreement with General Melgren’s

orders, I am officially objecting to the plan set forth in today’s
briefing. It is not this general’s opinion that the children of the
rebellion’s leaders should be forced to witness their parents’

executions. No child should watch their parent put to death.

—THE TYRRISH REBELLION, AN OFFICIAL BRIEF FOR

KING TAURI BY GENERAL LILITH SORRENGAIL

CHAPTER

FIVE

“Welcome to your first Battle Brief,” Professor Devera says from the

recessed floor of the enormous lecture hall later in the morning, a bright
purple Flame Section patch on her shoulder matching her short hair

perfectly. This is the only class held in the circular, tiered room that curves
the entire end of the academic hall and one of only two rooms in the citadel

capable of fitting every cadet. Every creaky wooden seat is full, and the

senior third-years are standing against the walls behind us, but we all fit.
It’s a far cry from history last hour, where there were only three squads of

first-years, but at least the first-years in our squad are all seated together.
Now if I could only remember all their names.

Ridoc is easy to remember—he cracked wise-ass comments all through

history. Hopefully he knows better than to try the same in here, though.
Professor Devera isn’t the joking kind.

“In the past, riders have seldom been called into service before

graduation,” Professor Devera continues, her mouth tensing as she paces
slowly in front of a twenty-foot-high map of the Continent mounted to the

back wall that’s intricately labeled with our defensive outposts along our