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It was the beginning of the third year for Jack. Snow was dead. Tanya was dead. Fox was dead. Medea was not right. He didn’t know what do, but he wanted to do something. He had to help her. He loved her. He couldn’t just let her go. His mentor, Sasha, was patient with him since the Medea-joining-the-dark event. He still trained, and his archery skill was better than ever. He learned to use swords and to shapeshift to his advantage in fights. He learned how to heal himself and others faster and without consuming so much energy. However, he couldn’t do this himself and he needed help, but he had to do it secretly, since the headmaster made it clear that he was not allowed to go. He already tried to persuade the older students to help him, but all of them denied, calling it
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