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“This silence cannot linger,” Shale spoke, her bright eyes fixed on an ever-stretching mountainside. Though the beauty of snow blanketed every facet of a castle peak’s breathtaking view, worries simmered far closer, than the distant image of nature. 

“Questions are abundant,” Spin offered, long slender fingers gently placed on a grape attached to its many siblings within a marble bowl. Plucking it from the stem, she proceeded to place the sweet fruit on her tongue.

“The younger students are getting curious. Panic is sure to blanket our academy,” Wisp sighed, her head slowly shaking in response to the statement. “Cornelia has risen in power, and we have allowed it.” 

“What we allow,” Spin added, motioning towards her sister, Wisp. “Is peace,” she explained. “Cornelia squandered that peace, and we ought to meet her desire for war.” 

“Most of our students are but children, Wisp,” Spin frowned, crossing her arms as she witnessed the relaxed nature of her sister. It was difficult to blame the woman, however, considering the luxury and comfort of their forum. An open fireplace was sure to grant heat, and sofas surpassing even the King’s furniture carried their frames with ease. “They will not sit idly by if we send their elders into combat.”

“There are several attendants surpassing expectations, Spin. You are aware of this,” Wisp protested, raising a brow. “I believe them prepared.” 

“Cornelia wants a war,” Shale spoke, earning her younger sisters’ attention. “It is difficult to ignore that,” she explained, and slowly approached the fireplace where a pleasant warmth laid itself across her frame. “We failed her. This is our fault.” 

“We did not tell her to start a cult, Shale,” Wisp rolled her eyes, “we cannot blame ourselves for her decisions.” 

“She was our sister,” Spin spoke, her voice shifting to a more somber tone. “When we left Greece, our parting was bittersweet, but never in our wildest dreams did we think her capable of this.”

Silence blanketed the conversation, lingering upon them much like the abundance of snowflakes just a stone wall away. “The students will learn of this, eventually. Either we warn them, or Cornelia does,” Shale finished, her eyes closing along with a soft sigh. “They need to know that strife is at their doorstep.” 

“Cornelia’s war will break the fragile peace between mutants and humans. We’ll be back at square one,” Spin noted. She was correct. The peace between humans and those of a powered state was fragile, at best. It was a peace put in place due to the Academy, and many other venues like it. Mutants were cared for and regulated in tandem. However, with a rogue creature like Cornelia free to cause havoc, one did not need to look far for incoming disaster. 

“She will not attack Cloud’s Reach, not yet,” Wisp spoke, “but her actions have already reached our ears. How long until the King realizes that our sister is gathering a mutant army?” 

Again, silence lingered. However, Shale eventually broke the serenity. “Cornelia is a fearsome creature, but her promises are stronger still,” the woman clenched her teeth. “We cannot act in desperation.” 

“But act..,” Spin stated, “we must.”