Hero Of Broken History

Academy Walls - Dawn of the Fourth Day

The first Church knight died screaming.

Canaline didn't mean to kill him—her fire wasn't supposed to burn that hot, wasn't supposed to turn white-hot in the pre-dawn darkness. But the bastard had gotten past the outer wards somehow, was raising his sword toward a fleeing scholarship student, and her body had reacted before her brain caught up.

The flames consumed him in seconds. Pure white. Divine-touched, people called it. Right now it just looked like murder.

I'm sorry.

The thought came unbidden. Useless. The man was dead by her hand.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean—I was just trying to—

She'd killed someone. Actually killed them. Training didn't prepare you for the smell. The sound. The way a person just... stopped.

"Cana!" Kai's voice cut through the chaos. "Left flank!"

She spun, crimson hair whipping, and saw three more knights breaching the wall. Standard Church armor, blessed steel, probably Second or Third Tier. Dangerous but not insurmountable.

Her flames roared to life again, normal red-gold this time, controlled. Efficient. The way fire magic was supposed to work. She forced them back with a wall of heat that made stone crack and metal glow.

"WHERE THE HELL IS AVIAN?" she shouted over the sound of combat.

"Great question!" Kai appeared beside her, breathing hard, blood on his jacket that probably wasn't his. Strategic genius, they called him. Right now he just looked like a survivor. "Last I heard, Dean sent him to the eastern evacuation point!"

"Well he should be HERE!" Another wave of flames. The knights retreated, regrouping. "This is HIS mess!"

"Technically it's the Church's mess—" He pulled something from his coat—glass vials filled with liquid that shifted colors. "And speaking of the Church, that girl Seraphina is at the main gate. Leading the charge."

Canaline's flames flickered. "The one who's hunting Avian?"

"The very same." Kai examined the vials, calculating. "She's stronger than she should be - way stronger. Something's different about her." He glanced at the main gate where sounds of heavy combat echoed. "And from what I've seen, the Archbishop put her right at the front. Leading the charge personally."

"To see Avian."

"To break him." Kai looked at the advancing knights, counting, assessing. "Can you give me three seconds of cover? I need to set a trap."

Cana didn't answer, just intensified the firewall. Three seconds. She could manage three seconds.

She hoped.

Three Days Earlier - Dean's Office

The letters sat on Dean Aldrich's desk like accusations.

Avian stared at them, at the careful handwriting, at the signature that read "A.V." in script that looked nothing like his own.

"They're fake," the Dean said quietly. Not a question.

"Obviously." Avian picked one up, examined it. Good quality paper. Expensive ink. Someone had spent time on this. "Planted three months ago, you said?"

"Found them in the outgoing mail system. Intercepted before delivery." The Dean's weathered face showed lines Avian hadn't noticed before. "I kept them. Meant to investigate, find the real sender. I suspected political maneuvering but couldn't prove it."

"And now the Church has copies."

"Now the Church has everything." Dean Aldrich moved to his window, looking out over Academy grounds where three hundred Church knights were establishing siege positions. "They'll present this evidence publicly. Force your father to choose between you and his position. Isolate you completely before they strike."

Avian set the letter down carefully. "How long do we have?"

"Three days. Maybe four if we're lucky." The old mage's hands trembled slightly. "I've sent word to the Emperor, requested Imperial intervention. But even if he responds favorably, it'll take a week for troops to arrive."

"So we're on our own."

"For now, yes." The Dean turned back to face him. "I'm evacuating non-combatant students. Anyone below Third Tier, anyone without combat training, anyone with families who'll take them. That leaves maybe two hundred fighters."

"Against three hundred Church knights, an Archbishop who's been planning this for months, and a girl who thinks I killed her family." Avian's laugh was bitter. "Great odds."

"There's more." The Dean pulled out another document, this one sealed with wax that looked old. "The Church wants the Eyes of Potestas. Artifacts in our vault from before the Empire. Divine essence crystallized into physical form."

Potestas.

The name hit Avian like a physical blow. His head throbbed suddenly, sharply, behind his eyes—a stabbing pain that made his vision white out for half a second. Something deep inside him recognized that name. Knew it. Responded to it with an intensity that made no fucking sense.

He pushed the pain down, ignored it. Not now.

"Potestas?" He kept his voice level. "Never heard of it. What is it?"

"A god who was cast down before the Empire was founded." The Dean studied him carefully. "Are you alright? You went pale."

"Fine. Just tired." Avian forced himself to focus through the lingering ache. "The Church is after divine artifacts?"

"They've spent millennia suppressing even the mention of the name." The Dean set the document down, still watching him with those ancient eyes. "We've had the Eyes for generations—been experimenting with them for just as long. They respond to certain stimuli, emit energy we can't classify. But despite all our efforts, we're no closer to understanding their true purpose."

The headache pulsed again at the name. Avian gritted his teeth.

"And if the Church gets them?"

"They bury the last physical evidence of a god they've worked very hard to erase from history." The Dean met his eyes. "Whatever this Potestas was, whatever power the god once held—the Church wants it gone completely. Those artifacts stay sealed. No matter what happens. The Church cannot have them."

"Even if it means letting them take me?"

"Even then." No hesitation. "Some things are bigger than one student, Avian. Even you."

Present - Academy Walls

A explosion rocked the eastern wall. Canaline felt the heat even from here, saw flames—not hers—rising into the morning sky.

"That's bad," Kai said unnecessarily.

"You think?" She was sweating now, not from exertion but from the constant output. Fire magic was powerful but expensive. Each wall of flames drained her reserves a little more. "How many are there?"

"At the main gate? Maybe fifty. But there's another group at the eastern wall, and I'm hearing fighting from the north side too." Kai threw his vials. The glass shattered against Church knights, releasing compounds that froze and burned and did things chemistry probably didn't approve of. "This isn't a siege. It's a coordinated assault."

"They're trying to overwhelm us before we can organize." Canaline's mind raced through tactical lessons, through everything her father had taught her about warfare. "Force us to spread thin, then punch through wherever we're weakest."

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"Exactly." Kai threw his vials, but not at the knights—at the ground between them and the Academy fighters. The glass shattered, releasing compounds that created a wall of caustic fog. "We need to control the terrain. Make them funnel through chokepoints."

"Where'd you learn that?"

"Seventh son of a minor branch. You learn to be smart when you can't be strong." He was already moving, gesturing to other Academy fighters. "Fall back to the main keep! Controlled retreat, hold the chokepoints!"

The defenders responded, not panicking but pulling back in organized groups. Kai had somehow become the tactical coordinator without anyone officially appointing him.

"How are you doing this?" Canaline asked, falling back with him.

"Pattern recognition. The Church is using standard siege doctrine—I read the manual." He grinned, sharp and dangerous. "Never thought I'd actually need it, but Father insisted all his sons learn military theory."

"They didn't teach me siege warfare."

"They probably thought you'd never need it." Another vial, this one creating ice where Church knights were advancing. "Ladies aren't supposed to defend fortresses. They're supposed to be evacuated to safety."

"Well I'm still here."

"I noticed." His grin widened. "Glad you are. We need every mage we've got."

They fell back in stages, fighting a running battle through Academy courtyards Canaline had walked through just days ago. The fountain where she'd argued with Avian about proper table manners was now providing cover for two Third-Tier wind mages. The gardens where nobles held picnics had become a killzone of ice magic and blessed steel.

"This is insane," she panted, ducking behind a pillar as a Church knight's blessed blade cut through where her head had been. "They're supposed to be holy warriors, not invaders!"

"They think they ARE holy warriors." Kai's knife found the knight's throat before he could follow up. "Fighting heretics, purging corruption, all that righteous fury."

"By burning down an Academy full of students?"

"Fanaticism doesn't do nuance."

Canaline hit the knight with white-hot flames just to be sure. The body didn't even have time to fall before it was ash.

She tried not to think about what her mother would say. About proper behavior and measured responses and how a lady doesn't incinerate people, even Church knights trying to kill her.

But rules about etiquette didn't apply when people were dying. Mother would understand. She hoped.

Two Days Earlier - Evacuation

The Academy's great hall had become organized chaos. Students packed belongings, parents arrived in carriages, younger siblings cried as families were torn between leaving and staying.

Canaline watched from the second-floor balcony, not sure which category she fell into.

"You should go with them."

Canaline turned. Avian stood there, looking exhausted. He'd been working nonstop for two days—helping evacuate students, reinforcing wards, planning defenses with the Dean.

"My father hasn't sent for me yet," she said.

"He will. Probably already on his way." Avian leaned against the railing beside her, the comfortable distance of friends. "Lord Cloveborn isn't stupid. He knows what's coming."

"And you think I should run."

"I think you're fifteen and this is going to be a bloodbath." His tone was matter-of-fact. "Your father can get you out safely. Most of them can't." He gestured at the evacuating students below.

The dismissiveness in his voice—like she was just another student who needed protecting—made her jaw clench.

"No."

Avian blinked. "No?"

"I'm staying."

He studied her for a moment, then shrugged. "Alright. You're not made of glass, so you'll probably be fine."

That was it. No argument. No trying to convince her. No treating her like she couldn't make her own decisions. Just... acceptance.

Canaline felt something warm bloom in her chest. He'd made his suggestion, she'd refused, and he just—moved on. Treated her choice as valid.

They'd danced together at that awful party months ago—badly, with him stepping on her feet but making her laugh despite herself. Since arriving at the Academy, they'd developed an easy friendship. And she'd started to feel... more than that. The way her stomach flipped when he looked at her. The way she found excuses to train near where he trained.

But Avian never seemed to notice. Treated her exactly like he treated Kai—like a competent ally, nothing more.

"You could leave too," she said. "There are tunnels. Ways to disappear."

"And leave everyone else to face what I brought down on them?" He shook his head. "No. This started because of me. I end it."

"That's stupid."

"Probably." A ghost of a smile. "But it's the right kind of stupid."

They stood in silence, watching families leave.

"My sister would tell me to go," Canaline said finally. "She'd have very logical arguments about survival and future contributions and not dying for pride."

"Your sister sounds smart. You should probably listen to her."

"Probably." She straightened. "But someone needs to make sure you don't do something catastrophically stupid without backup."

"You barely know me."

"I know enough." She met his eyes. "You eat from serving platters, you have no respect for proper etiquette, and you're terrible at dancing."

"In my defense, dancing is stupid."

"It's not stupid, it's tradition." But she smiled despite everything. "But you stayed anyway. For that whole excruciating song."

"Your father and mine were watching. Politics."

"You told Lady Silviana no to her face. You don't care about politics." She kept her voice light, friendly, hiding the hope underneath. "You stayed because... I don't know. Maybe you're less of an ass than you pretend to be."

He huffed a quiet laugh. "Don't spread that around. It'll ruin my reputation."

The air between them felt warmer. To her, at least. But Avian's expression remained unchanged—friendly but distant, the way he looked at everyone.

"It's going to get bad," he said.

"I'm aware."

"People are going to die."

"I know." Her hands clenched on the railing. "I'm a Fifth Circle mage. My flames burn white-hot when I'm serious. I can fight."

"Yeah, you can." He said it simply, matter-of-factly. The same way he'd acknowledge any capable fighter. "Your white flames will cut through blessed Church armor when regular fire won't. That'll be useful."

"You've thought about tactics?"

"I think about everything." He pushed off from the railing. "Coordinate with Kai during the fighting. He's tactical, you're raw power. You'll balance each other well."

It was professional. Strategic. Nothing personal.

It wasn't what she wanted to hear, but at least he saw her as capable.

"Try not to die," she said finally.

"You either."

"I'll do my best." She allowed herself a small smile. "Though if you step on my feet during combat the way you did during that dance, I'm setting you on fire."

"That's fair."

He left her there, and she watched him go. Watched the way he moved—economical, controlled, completely unaware of how she felt.

It hurt. But at least he'd treated her like she could make her own choices. Like she was strong enough to stay if she wanted.

That was more than most people gave her.

Her sister was going to kill her for staying.

But some things were worth the risk.

Even if he never looked at her the way she looked at him.

Present - Main Keep Courtyard

They'd lost twelve people getting here.

Canaline tried not to think about the bodies left behind. About Professor Chen who'd taught her advanced pyromancy theory. About Marcus Thornfield, the noble brat who'd at least died fighting. About students whose names she'd never learned but who'd fought beside her anyway.

"Defensive positions!" someone shouted. Professor Harwick, maybe. Or one of the senior students. Hard to tell over the sound of combat.

The main keep rose before them—ancient stone, thick walls, wards that had been reinforced until they hummed with power. The last defensible position. Two hundred Academy fighters against three hundred Church knights.

Canaline's hands shook. Not from fear. From exhaustion. She'd been burning through mana for hours, pushing her limits, forcing flames hotter and faster than she'd ever managed in training.

"Here." Kai pressed something into her hand. A vial filled with liquid that glowed faintly blue. "Mana restoration. Tastes like ass but it'll give you another hour."

She drank it. He wasn't wrong about the taste.

"Where's Avian?" she asked again.

"Still at the eastern evacuation point, last report." Kai looked worried, which was concerning because Kai never looked worried. "There were complications."

"What kind of complications?"

"The kind where fifty Church knights tried to cut off the escape route and he's holding them off alone."

Canaline's flames flared white. "Alone? That's—"

"Incredibly stupid? Probably suicidal? Classic Avian?" Kai nodded to all of it. "Yeah. But the evacuation needed time. He bought it."

"How long ago?"

"Twenty minutes." He met her eyes. "He should be back by now."

The eastern wall was two hundred yards away. Smoke rose from that direction. And the sounds of fighting had stopped.

Either Avian had won, or—

No. She refused to think about that. Refused to imagine those storm-blue eyes going dark. Refused to remember how he'd looked at her on that balcony three days ago with that same distant respect he gave everyone.

He didn't see her that way. She knew that. Had known it for months.

Didn't make it hurt less.

"We hold here," she said, forcing her voice steady. "We hold until he gets back."

Kai grinned, sharp and dangerous. "There's the Fire Princess."

"Don't call me that."

"Everyone calls you that."

"I hate it." But there was no real heat in the words. Just exhaustion and worry and the bone-deep fear that Avian was doing something catastrophically stupid without anyone to watch his back.

"I know." Kai's expression softened slightly. "He'll be fine. He's survived worse."

"You don't know that."

"I know him. He's too stubborn to die." Kai pulled more vials from his coat. "Besides, you know how he is. Probably already planning seventeen steps ahead."

Canaline's flames flickered white for just a moment. The memory of that conversation. Try not to die. You either.

Such casual words. The way he'd talk to any ally. Any friend.

Nothing more.

The Church knights were regrouping. She could see them through the smoke and chaos, forming up for another assault. Organized. Professional. Utterly certain of their righteousness.

Canaline's flames burned white-hot.

Let them come.

She'd show them what happened when you threatened her Academy. Her friends.

Him.

Even if he never looked at her the way she looked at him. Even if she was just another "tactically valuable" piece on his board. Even if those stupid feelings would never be returned.

She'd still fight. Still burn anyone who tried to hurt him.

The Church knights charged.

Canaline burned them.

And somewhere in the eastern district, Avian Veritas fought alone against impossible odds, probably not thinking about her at all.

Please don't be dead, she thought, sending another wave of white flames into the advancing Church forces. Please just come back safe.

Even if "safe" meant watching him treat her exactly like he treated everyone else.

The battle raged on.

And the siege had only just begun.