![]() ![]() I wouldn’t say I was intellectually ahead of them, because, hey, that’d be conceited. Physical fitness, agriculture, and science took up our afternoons. We had language arts, music, and math in the mornings. But the rest of my classes bored me to tears. ![]() The lessons where we studied energy and matter were like fresh spring water to a parched throat. I even won my weight class, the lightest class there was, in wrestling by beating Melqart from Phoenicia. When Eastern Crete competed in the Mediterranean Invitational Games against academies from Phoenicia, Egypt, and Libya, I placed first in the javelin event, beating Gurzil from Libya who was the reigning champion from years past. I actually was the third best wrestler overall in school and peerless in javelin throwing due to superior training from my guardians, the Kouretes. I always got picked last for swim team and crew in physical fitness class. If only I’d known how visible I’d become in the coming days. The guys, mostly Potamoi and sons of Headmasters Okeanos and Tethys, never regarded me as an equal. ![]() CHAPTER ONESince the moment I started at Eastern Crete Lower Academy two years ago, I’d felt like such an outcast. ![]()
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