Malcolm Malice took aim with his crossbow.He steadied himself.Then he let it fly.
It sliced through the air at lightning speed before smashing into the bull's-eye.A perfect shot.Malcolm grinned.
"Great work,Malcolm,"Coach Royce said."I'd expect no less from my star pupil."
Filled with pride,Malcolm handed him back the crossbow and went to stand beside the rest of his classmates.They narrowed their jealous eyes at him.
"Star pupil,"someone mimicked.
There was a smattering of laughter.
Malcolm ignored their teasing.He had more important things to think about.He'd only been at Obsidian's for a few months but already he'd leapfrogged kids who'd been here for years.He was a powerful seer.Atomic--the strongest kind,with a rare blend of cobalt and bromine.
So what if none of the other kids wanted to hang out with him? He'd been friendless before coming to Obsidian's.It didn't make much difference to Malcolm if it remained that way.He wasn't here for friendship anyway.He was here to excel,to become the best seer he could possibly be,so that when the time came he could crush those Amethyst losers into dust.
Suddenly,he felt something smack against the back of his head.It stung and his hand instinctively went to it.When he took it away,he saw a dead bee in his palm.
Someone had used their powers on him.He turned sharply,glaring for the culprit.Candice was barely hiding her smirk.
Malcolm narrowed his eyes."You did that."
"It was just a bee sting,"she replied sweetly.
"I know it was you.You have a biological specialism.If anyone did it,it was you."
Candice shrugged innocently.
Coach Royce clapped his hands loudly."Malcolm Malice.Eyes to the front.Just because you can do this easily doesn't mean you can mess around while your classmates try.Show some respect."
Malcolm sucked his cheeks in.The injustice stung just as much as the bee had.
Malcolm tried to focus on his classmates as they took turns practicing their aim.It was a usual gloomy day at Obsidian's,with a light fog hanging in the air,turning everything misty.The large playing field stretched all the way up to the imposing manor house that was Mistress Obsidian's School for Seers.
Candice went up to take her shot.The arrow went flying over the top of the target and Malcolm couldn't help but smile at her misfortune.
"This is exactly the sort of skill you need to perfect,"Coach Royce called out."When it comes to fighting the Amethyst seers,it's this kind of mastery that really knocks them for six.They're so focused on their seer specialisms,they've forgotten all about good old-fashioned weaponry."
The corners of Malcolm's mouth tugged even further upward.Just the thought of kicking the sappy seers at Professor Amethyst's school delighted him.He couldn't wait until the day he was finally face-to-face with one of those losers.Then he'd really show them who was boss.Show them why Obsidian's was the better school.Why it deserved to be the one and only school for seers.
Just then,Malcolm noticed some of the kids from the second year coming out onto the playing fields,hockey sticks in hand.He noticed Natasha Armstrong amongst them.She was in the private study sessions he'd been attending at the library,the ones for gifted students like him.Though at twelve he was the youngest there,the others were kind to him.Natasha especially.She didn't tease him for being smart.And she shared the same hatred toward Professor Amethyst as he did.
Natasha looked over and waved.Pretty dimples appeared in her cheeks.Malcolm waved back,feeling his own cheeks growing warm.
Just then,Malcolm heard Candice's velvety voice whisper in his ear."Aw,look.Malcolm's got a crush."
Malcolm kept his gaze ahead and ignored her taunts.Candice was only being mean because he'd rebuffed her advances.Her spite came from a place of jealousy--that an older girl,one as beautiful and talented as Natasha Armstrong,could be interested in him.
As the other class began their hockey match,Malcolm's gaze went up to the vast imposing Victorian manor house of Obsidian's School,all the way to the turret at the top.He could just make out the dark figure of Mistress Obsidian standing at the window.She was looking down at her students.Then her gaze fixed on him.
He smiled to himself.He knew she was keeping tabs on him.She'd hand-picked him for a special mission.Tomorrow,he would have a meeting with Mistress Obsidian herself.Tomorrow,she'd tell him all the details of his special mission.Until then,he could tolerate the bullies and teasing.Because soon,he would be their hero.Soon,the name Malcolm Malice would be known to every seer in every timeline.He'd be in all the history books.
Soon,he would be known the universe over as the one who'd destroyed the School for Seers once and for all.
