M.P

“I knew I needed information that only Marchal had if I wanted to avenge my brother. I had to find out about the stone, about the princess and find a way to destroy him. There was no way around it, but that did not make it any less terrifying.
Maybe it would have been better if Marchal did not show up. It was the only thought I had when the prince, still furious, looked in my direction, seeing me for the first time. My heart skipped a beat. My gaze met his, like that of a trapped prey. His gaze seemed to gain even more fury. I leaned back against the trunk of a tree. The man turned toward me. My heart beat frantically. Marchal took me by the arm and arrested me for the dark zone provided by the forest, with no sign of any effort.
"Stop! What do you think you're doing! Let go of me. You can be the prince, but you do not have the right ... "
"I have no right? You are not worthy of the academy or my time! But I will not rest until I find out who you are! You can not fool me!"
I was puzzled. Who I am? What did he mean by that? I felt the need to grab the medallion. Alone with that man, I was more vulnerable than ever.
"I need that stone and it seems like you're willing to risk your life and lose it. You must not confront wizards, nor Cron, nor Colum, nor anyone else! You will be severely penalized for your stupid act of kindness!"
I shuddered. Had Marchal seen what happened to Cron? I opened my eyes.
"I need this stone and since you seem to be the only person who can touch it, there is only one way we can do this. Since you are only a human, you will be treated the only way you are expected to do so. Like a slave. You're going to behave as such if you want to survive. It would be a waste to lose a human with such ... intriguing capabilities"
"And what would I gain from this stupid plan, sir? I will never do such a thing! You can get the sleves you want, I will not be one of them!" I said, turning away.
He squeezed my arm, pulling me hard towards him.”
― M.P