TRISTEN
The body is resting halfway against a large, ancient tree whose bark is hanging in shreds and tatters, oozing what looks like black, liquid gum.
Gladiolus had taught Tristen.
He had also taught Commander and every present, sitting member of the council.
He had been a part of the Academy for so long he might as well have been a wall or a statue in the building.
Walking through the halls with a pinched expression on his face and teaching students with all the care and patience of an eagle teaching her chicks to fly by pushing them out of the nest to their death.
He had been feared and respected until he had decided barely three years ago to hand over the reins of his subject and students to Callum, choosing to serve only in an advisory capacity which everyone knew meant he stil
