TITLE: THE RESCUER
GENRE: MG Science Fiction
Prok Zandin sat alone at his usual table, tinkering with a small engine. The ocean pressing against the massive window beside him sent a chill into the Year Two Common Room, reminding him of home. Fellow students crowded the room, working on various projects, studying, and chatting with friends.
A shadow blocked the light and Prok’s heart sank.
Mavrick Denly, surrounded by his usual group of friends and admirers, placed his hands on the table, leaning forward to crowd Prok’s workspace.
“What a waste. Playing around with mechanics when you could be flying or fighting. You know, the stuff Sea Warriors actually do.”
The air thickened as nearby students stopped what they were doing and waited for the fight they probably expected to come. Prok didn’t blame them. After all, he had taken a swing at Mavrick on their first day of Year Two four weeks ago. He locked eyes with Mavrick’s blue ones, the exact shade of navy as his Bureaucrat synthe-suit.
“I hear Sea Warriors try to rely on diplomacy as much as fighting,” he said coolly.
A flush rose to Mavrick’s cheeks, making Prok smile although the satisfaction would be short-lived. It wouldn’t take long for Mavrick to come up with another insult — he was top of their class, tied with Prok.
Mavrick's next attack came quickly, accompanied with more venom.
“The scholarship program is the only reason you even got into Archan. You’re nobody special. You’re just someone’s charity case.”