The world was spread below Arcturus like a patchwork quilt, the fields of crops splitting the earth into squares of green, yellow, and brown. With every beat of the Peryton's wings, the fuzzy white cloud bank above them loomed closer. Soon they were in the mist, surrounded by a haze of the purest white Arcturus had ever seen. He revelled in the cool air, opening his mouth to catch droplets on his tongue. It was over all too soon, for they burst clear of the other side into the bright sunlight moments later.

"You've got a strong grip there, lad!" Lieutenant Cavendish chuckled, before clucking her tongue at Hubertus. The Peryton slowed down, until they hung above the clouds, rising and falling with each wingbeat.

"Sorry," Arcturus breathed, realizing he was squeezing her midriff tight. He relaxed his grip and gazed at the cloudscape around him. It was if they were floating above a sea of cotton, soft and welcoming as a featherbed. He had an insane urge to dive into them, but a gap revealing the ground far below reminded him of where he was.

"You'll get used to it," Lieutenant Cavendish said over her shoulder. "The first time I flew, I threw up over the side."

"I wish you hadn't said that." Arcturus groaned, feeling his stomach give a sudden lurch. He was not the only one feeling ill. Below him, he could sense that the demon was feeling nauseous as its box swung back and forth, and the hunger that gripped its belly was not helping matters.

Lieutenant Cavendish swivelled in her seat and flashed him a grin.

"You know, we're going to be traveling together for the rest of the day, we might as well get to know each other. My name is Elizabeth Cavendish, what is yours?"

"Arcturus, good to meet you," Arcturus said, proffering his hand and shaking hers awkwardly. He hesitated, then asked. "You're very young to be an officer, aren't you?"

"My, my, aren't you the forthright one!" she laughed, tossing her hair from her face. "Actually, I've just graduated from Vocans, so I'm twenty years old. All graduates go on to become officers, but I'm just a Second Lieutenant, the lowest rank possible. I'm glad of it to be honest, what with the baby on the way. The less responsibility the better!"

"You're having a baby? Shouldn't you be resting, instead of fighting in the army?" Arcturus asked.

"Nonsense," she scoffed, giving him a prod. "Maybe in a few months, but I'll go home when I'm good and ready, thank you very much! Of course, most nobles my age have children as soon as they graduate, if not before, so the army are very understanding."

"What's the hurry?" Arcturus asked.

"Don't you know anything?" Elizabeth smacked her forehead. "I keep forgetting you're just a commoner. Very strange business, you'll have to fill me in on the way."

Arcturus bristled at the word "just" but forgave her for it almost instantly. Of all the nobles he had met, she was by far the nicest, and didn't mean any offense.

"Nobles have children early because only our firstborn are guaranteed to inherit the ability to summon as well as our estate. If I was to die in battle tomorrow, the Cavendish line would be cut off forever! Better to leave a successor, just in case. Luckily for me, the Aerial Corps is a pretty safe job at the moment. We do a bit of scouting, keep an eye on Hominum's borders, avoid the occasional orc javelin here and there. Pretty simple stuff."

It made a lot of sense, but it made Arcturus feel almost sorry for the nobles. Imagine having to marry so young, even if you hadn't met your soulmate yet!

As if she could read his mind, Elizabeth smiled and clicked open a heart shaped locket that hung around her neck. A tiny painting of a handsome, mousy haired man sat within.

"I was one of the lucky ones. I found the love of my life early on. He was a servant at Vocans and a commoner, like you. You're probably the only person I can tell who won't judge me for that. It is custom for the firstborn nobles to marry the second- or third-born from another noble house. It's caused quite some controversy at the academy, I can tell you. I guess I'm lucky that you're going to Vocans now. Maybe they'll have something else to gossip about."

As far as Arcturus knew, marrying a commoner was unheard of. He was glad in a way, for it meant that perhaps not all nobles viewed commoners as the Favershams did. At the same time, Elizabeth's talk of gossip made him anxious about how he would be received at the academy.

"Come on, we have a lot of ground to cover if we're to get there before sunset. You can tell me your story on the way."

They flew through the day and night, the endless cloudscape broken by glimpses of the ground below. Arcturus tried not to look down, for the lurching of the Peryton's wings made his stomach uneasy. Instead, he distracted himself by telling Elizabeth his story.

He found himself going all the way back to his childhood, from the early years of starvation and backbreaking labor in the workhouse, to the endless beatings and abuse at the hands of the innkeeper. Elizabeth spoke very little, but he knew she was listening for she would occasionally interrupt to ask him to describe something further. She was as fascinated by his life as he was hers, and he suspected that she was unaware of the plight the orphans of Hominum faced, despite her common husband. For a moment he thought he saw a tear trickle down her face, though whether it was the harsh winds that tore at their faces or his words that brought it forth, he did not know.

As the sunset cast a rosy glow over the cloud bank and Hubertus began his descent, Arcturus reached the end of his story. Somehow, it had felt good to let it all out. He realized she probably knew more about him now than anyone in the world.

He was about to ask where Vocans was, but his mouth fell open, speechless, as it came into view. Four crenelated towers stretched into the sky on each corner of a vast, shadowed castle. It was a perfect square, but for a crescent shaped courtyard surrounded by high walls. A band of murky, black water surrounded it; a moat that could only be crossed by a heavy drawbridge. In the dim light of dusk, Arcturus could see hundreds of lights glowing from behind thin windows. It was a giant building, larger than anything he had seen before, as vast and immoveable as a mountain.

They glided expertly into the courtyard, circling until they landed on the cobblestones. Arcturus felt a flash of relief from his demon as the box thudded into the ground behind them.

A half circle of steps led up to a thick set of oak double doors, higher and wider than ten men. Behind them, an arched gatehouse loomed, shadowing the open drawbridge beneath it.

"I can't stay with you long, Arcturus," Elizabeth said, unclipping the leather lead from his demon's crate. "But I have some advice. Don't trust anyone, not even your teachers, for they are cut from the same cloth as their students. Study hard and take advantage of every opportunity you are given—the nobles will only respect you if you are better than them. Even then, some will hate you. But it is better to be hated and respected than their prey."

"I will, Lieutenant Cavendish," Arcturus said, lowering his head in deference. She tutted and lifted his chin.

"Keep your head up and give as good as you get. Your old life is over. Reforge your soul in the fires of Vocans Academy."

Her eyes burned into his and he knew that she meant every word. He set his jaw and nodded.

"I won't let them push me around. I have my demon now."

"What's its name?" she asked, pointing at the box beside them.

"I haven't thought of one yet,"

"Well, you'll need one. It's bad luck to leave a demon unnamed for too long."

Arcturus was taken aback. He wracked his brain, trying to think of a female name for his demon. The women in his life had rarely been kind to him, for the serving girls at the tavern had their own problems to deal with and the innkeeper's wife was as cruel as her husband.

But there was one.

Sacharissa had been a skinny waif of a girl, abandoned by her parents when they could no longer afford her. Arcturus had taken her under his wing, teaching her the ways of the workhouse. They would spend their nights together, sharing body heat in their freezing cot and talking about the lives they would make for themselves when they were older. But it was not to be. She had died of pneumonia a year later.

"Sacharissa," Arcturus whispered. He felt the sting of tears in his eyes, but wiped them away, furious with himself.

"It is a good name," Elizabeth said softly. She let him have a moment to gather his emotions, then spoke again.

"I have a feeling you might need a weapon," she said, rummaging in a pack at the back of her saddle. She removed a blade, still in its sheathe. The scabbard was beautiful, the outer edge inlaid with gold and the leather embossed with the whorls and symbols of a summoner. She kneeled at his feet and secured it to his left boot, for it came with two leather belts attached. Arcturus heard the scrape of metal as Elizabeth grinned at him and withdrew the blade. It was too long to be a dagger and too small to be a sword, but it felt good in his grip when she handed it to him. He gave it a practice swing, feeling the balance of the weapon.

"This is a dirk. When you battle with an orc shaman's demon in the sky, you need a blade long enough to do some damage, but with enough speed and manoeuvrability to defend yourself from all sides; an attack can come from any angle. This is the perfect compromise. For a young boy like you, it will do just fine."

She mounted Hubertus as he gazed at his weapon. It was an expensive piece, beautiful in its design and sharp enough to shave with.

He only realized she was leaving when he felt the breeze from Hubertus's wingbeats against his face.

"There is greatness in you, Arcturus," Elizabeth called, her voice almost snatched away by the wind. "Remember what I told you!"

Arcturus watched until she faded into the darkness of the sky, wishing he had thanked her. Then he set his jaw and turned to the double doors.

"Well," he said, laying his hand on the box beside him. "Let's get started."

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Thanks for reading Chapter 4. I wonder if Arcturus will ever need to use that dirk...

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