Beatriu squinted in the dark torch light there wasn’t much time left but she did not need time, not much of it anyway- she was one the verge of complete understanding, at last as far as this line of txt went.
It was fascinating by far the most fascinating line of txt in the book to date. It didn’t deal with the realizing of the bodies if the dead, as hr atel3ss thoughtless powerful hunger and brutish classmates were want do at very turn (not that she couldn’t best them in that voyagers failed as well) but with th3 ftr4aign down of old soles, calling for thru centuries long dear departed back from the underworld, everyone knew (or anyone of any worth at any rate) that the soul of a dead person became harder to connect the longer they had been dead, and those you managed to bring back to life were apt to b powerful bitter and angry. but this spell promised a mastery of them. Most spells of this ilk bargained or begged but not this one- it also calmed to be more effective, from the little she could tell of the mechanics behind the incantation that seemed to be true.

Tim was falling thing, but she had time enough for this, her pathetic classmates were all grey scrambling towards the door, non of them wanting to be caught last in the Academy of Darkness, for the contract they had singed sated that in exchange for knowage of this most ancient art the last puple to lave would be forfeit of his or her freedom for eternity and be bound forever in the severs of the schools master. But she had time. Beatru had time enough for this.. this one last puzzle. a small jet of fire thinner then a hair ling and darker then night spin out of her fingers towards one of the more brutish fellows and hit him in the calf not there was going to be more then a scuffle and the fool would have had no idea who cast it. Idiots. Now that would slow them down. Beatru lost her self in the twist and turns and secret meanings of each stanza each sentence, each word and each syablde. She had time. The class room swelled in nose and chasoe and blood and bodies lay on the floor and then the sound quelled to the terroried sounds of horrified foot falls witch to them self’s fell quite but beaturu heard them not. the miner conflict and conflations of such worthless people were nothing to her. And still she knew she had time.