Maelin: Belladonna
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For fans of the Belladonna series and newcomers alike: Uncover the shocking truth behind Maelin's death through the eyes of a young Blimmery, long before his time as Nightshade Academy's beloved boarding school instructor.
"My name is Blimmery Owding, and I dug Maelin's grave."
To salvage his family's reputation, sixteen-year-old Blimmery joins the Empire's military boarding school. There, he meets Maelin, a principled orphan, and Taig, her insufferable childhood friend.
Their fates entangle post-graduation, when Blimmery faces a problem—Maelin's imminent demise. He teams up with Taig to save her, and the odd pair launches a mission that spirals into a night of total devastation.
Lost in the aftermath, Blimmery puts his life on the line to write a book. He titles it Maelin. And these are his words…
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Maelin - Mel Torrefranca
PART 1
IGNORANCE
The boy woke within the confines of four towering stone walls. There was no ceiling, but there was no sky either. Only emptiness. He couldn’t remember who he was or where he was from. All he knew was that he was no longer home—whatever that meant.
—THE WALLWALKER / BLIMMERY OWDING
ONE
TRAINEES
The boy scraped his fingers along the cold stone walls, cursing them for sealing away a world just beyond reach.
♫ NERVOUS - OLIVER RIOT ♫
Two months into the program at Belladonna Guardian Academy, a field class exercise sent us into the woods to extract willow bark, a medicinal pain reliever. While I scanned the trees for slender trunks and drooping branches—hallmarks of willows—a flapping noise caught my attention.
In the distance, Maelin pinned a crow to the dirt as it tried to fly away.
Please, stay with me…
Taig knelt, casting a shadow across Maelin’s face. If an animal’s dying, it’s meant to die, Mae. Circle of life. Leave it be.
I frowned at his curt tone, creeping closer. Since our first day of training, Taig had clung to Maelin like moss to a log, and her laughter always coaxed out his smiles. I thought their harmony unshakable.
As I neared, a gust of wind plucked flowers from their stems, tangling blossoms into Maelin’s hair. It was like nature itself was saying, Take these pretty pink petals, Mae. They belong to you.
The crow didn’t seem to think she deserved them. It squawked and flickered its wings, splattering blood across the white sleeves of her button-down.
I halted, gagging at the sight of a gash in the bird’s chest.
Taig’s voice was deeper now. It lost too much blood.
After a moment of thought, Maelin sighed. You’re right.
My eyes widened as she snatched a rock and raised it over the crow’s head.
Wait!
I shouted, stomping forward.
Her hand paused mid-air, and she looked over at me with a tight-lipped grin.
Turn around, Blim Blim,
Taig said, a hint of humor in his tone. City brats can’t handle pain.
Ignoring him, I held my gaze on Maelin.
I promise, Blimmery, I tried to save it, but I was too late.
Her grip on the rock tightened. Now it can only suffer to the end, so isn’t it kinder to let it go?
The crow went quiet, its beak opening and closing as it struggled to breathe, either due to Maelin’s suffocating grip or its leaking wound. I wasn’t sure.
But she’s right. It’s suffering.
I nodded and flinched as Maelin swung the rock down.
It turned out that Taig was right too. A City boy like me couldn’t handle pain.
If there was one person we knew would make the final five, it was Taig Bitterview. The sixteen-year-old was designed to become a guardian in the Force. With the build, the brains, and the smile as intimidating as it was captivating, everyone wanted a piece of Taig. Everyone wanted to be Taig. It was always Taig, Taig, Taig.
So naturally, I couldn’t stand him.
I can’t say he didn’t intrigue me though, especially after Maelin killed that crow. Why is a predictable boy like him best friends with a fiery girl like her? Their dynamic was a jigsaw puzzle I felt called to finish. The closest thing I had to a best friend was Cove Starfall, but she was no longer with me.
It was Taig’s mysterious bond to Maelin that significantly limited my interactions with her at the Academy. In fact, I only spoke one-on-one with her four times during our eighteen months in the program, the first taking place about a month after the willow bark extraction exercise.
Six minutes until class, I noted, eyeing a clock on the vine-covered wall. The Medical lab, located on the highest Academy floor, resembled a conservatory more than a room of instruction. Being alone under its dome-shaped glass ceiling, surrounded by plants overflowing their pots, always put me in a writing mood.
I plopped my notebook onto a standing lab table. The Wallwalker was a fantasy novel about a boy who could—you guessed it—walk through walls. If my family name weren’t soiled, perhaps I would have been able to publish it someday.
Quite foolish of me. I plucked a pen from my book bag. Any distraction from the program would threaten my chance of making the final five. To win would not only earn me a respectable job as one of a hundred guardians in the Vakoi Empire’s Force but would also clean the mess Uncle Meridian had made. I should be grateful and focused.
I was one of twenty promising fifteen- and sixteen-year-olds offered a trainee contract, and among us, only the best would graduate, the losers weeded out through intellectual, physical, and emotional testing. One trainee fainted nineteen times before filtering himself, begging to go home while a pack of boys laughed in his face. Soon after, the only other girl besides Maelin sabotaged her own Research exam, seeking a less humiliating escape. Our number dropped to fourteen in just three months.
But even with the boarding school demanding my absolute dedication, I couldn’t stop squeezing words into the brief moments I had to breathe. Creating a world where I controlled everything kept me sane in a world where I had little control over anything at all.
The door creaked open, stealing my eyes from the page. It was the first time I saw Maelin enter a room without Taig.
She scowled as she hurried down the aisle. Wondering where Taig is?
I hesitated. Not really.
Maelin crouched by a potted belladonna plant growing in the shade of a chamomile bush. Apparently, he thinks I raise too many questions during Research class.
She scoffed. "As if the Empire forbids learning!"
I tensed up when she lifted the pot, half-expecting her to chuck it across the lab.
But instead, Maelin exhaled, and her voice softened. You’re not getting enough sun, are you?
She spoke to the plant with genuine concern, like she’d spoken to the injured crow.
My shoulders loosened. I started to wonder if she was kinder than I thought. Hell, I started to wonder if she was kinder than me. Because if I had been the one to find that crow, I would have let it bleed out and die.
There.
She placed the pot in a beam of light. Much better, don’t you think?
I closed my notebook. She heard the pages clap and looked back at me, her sharp eyes pressing for words.
Umm…
I panicked and said the first thing that came to mind. You know that belladonna won’t talk back, right?
"How would you know? Maelin stood and dusted her pants.
Belladonna’s really quiet, and you’re not a good listener."
My lips twitched, suppressing a smile. How could Taig’s sidekick have a sense of humor?
Well, I might not talk to you much, but I do listen. I actually consider words my strong suit.
Of course you do, Blimmery. But you’re a writer, and writers are notoriously bad listeners, despite what they claim.
If you’re so confident in your listening skills,
I countered, strolling toward her, why don’t you tell me what your dear friend is saying?
Maelin leaned over, squinting at the plant’s dark purple berries. Even when I stopped beside her, and the door welcomed a few chattering trainees into the room, she held her concentration.
Hey!
Maelin snapped, making me flinch. I know Blimmery can’t hear you, but that’s just cruel!
A chuckle escaped me. What did it say?
I’d rather not repeat it.
Why?
It’s foul.
Damn.
I knelt and flicked a belladonna leaf. Quite a feisty little thing.
Another voice cut into our conversation. Not everything’s a joke, Blim Blim.
My smile vanished. Taig was the only person who called me that. Blim sounded like a word to describe the slimy bits of a rotting fruit.
If you’re so interested in plants, why don’t you become an Imperial gardener back home? You could tend to the Prince’s tulips.
Taig…
Maelin warned.
I stood, facing him with a forced grin. Relax, Bitterview.
Your uniform buys nothing.
Taig poked a four-petaled flower button on my vest like it was stupid—like his uniform wasn’t identical to mine. City folk don’t need your community infrastructure bonus. Their buildings reach the clouds already.
That’s an exaggeration,
I muttered.
And I doubt, even more, that your family pension goes appreciated. What is it to them? Coins on the gold bar? An extra ticket to the art gallery?
"You’re asking me? I faked a confused look.
I just play my violin while the butler cooks me supper. What do I know about money and government?"
Taig leaned in. No one needs you here.
If anyone’s unneeded here, it’s you.
"You’re wrong. I need me here because unlike you, I don’t have a ritzy family to console me if I lose."
I lost myself in his eyes, my mind racing with memories of my parents flipping through bills they could no longer afford, classmates questioning me about my uncle’s execution, and my little brother crying over bullies calling him Mini Meridian.
You know nothing about my family,
I said, raising my voice. If I lose, they won’t console me. They need this win.
Taig paused, his eyes widening. You’re here because of the boycott.
I pursed my lips. He was right, again. If Uncle Meridian hadn’t written that treasonous book, I wouldn’t have signed the trainee contract. I’d be at home instead, agonizing over my failed writing projects, rebuking my brother’s gripes about trivial matters, and rolling my eyes at my parents’ disapproving remarks. I’d be dealing with problems better than Taig.
You’re only here for show!
he exclaimed, taking my silence as confirmation.
So what if he is?
Maelin asked. He was selected for the program all the same.
Taig faced Maelin, and his crumbling smile raised my brows. The pair spent so much time together that if one of them were to jump off a cliff, the other would’ve followed suit. But I’m learning they agree on less than it seems.
I patted Taig’s shoulder. "Well, I guess I’ll leave you and your lovebird—I mean, birdlover—alone."
Maelin laughed when he shook my hand off, his face reddening.
Oh, and Maelin,
I added. You should move the belladonna back. It won’t grow as many berries in direct sunlight.
"Okay, Doctor," she teased.
Taig yelled at me as I walked away. Can’t wait to see you hop, Blim!
The hop. Oh, how I dreaded the hop…
Commander Blank had informed us that in two weeks, we’d have to jump over a bar to keep our spots in the program. Thanks to the advanced notice, I could hardly work on The Wallwalker. Almost every time I’d open my notebook, a nagging voice in the back of my head would say, You shouldn’t write, Blimmery. Put the pen down and hop, hop, hop.
Level one!
announced my roommate, Wick Saratoga. He arranged our pillows on the forest floor, then pointed to a tree branch. Jump over that, and land on this little cloud here. Easy pie!
Wick had offered to help me train in exchange for studying assistance after overhearing me recite a scene from my notebook one night. According to him, I could read faster out loud than he could read mentally. Not everyone comes from a lineage of authors like you, Blimmery.
Following Wick’s instructions, I sprinted into a jump and spun so my back faced the branch.
Too low!
Wick shouted.
The branch caught my vest, halting me and breaking under my weight. It struck the ground before I pummeled and slammed onto it, missing the pillows.
Agh! It hurts!
I cried out, rolling off the branch and clutching different parts of my back. I broke something! I broke—
Wick burst into laughter. Aww, do you need your diaper changed?
Help me,
I croaked, struggling to push myself up.
Boys!
Professor Dealio’s roaring voice rustled leaves in the woods, his black boots snapping twigs with every step toward us. What the hell are you doing?
Wick stood tall and cleared his throat, cutting his laughter off. We’re training for the hop, Professor.
Despite my aching back, I scrambled to my feet.
"You call this training? Disrespecting Imperial property?" He grabbed the branch I’d broken and whacked my shoulder with it.
I shut my eyes with a wince. Sorry, Professor.
Was this Saratoga’s idea, or yours?
I slowly opened my eyes, and the middle-aged guardian tossed the branch aside, his face red, his gaze unblinking.
Mine,
I lied.
He gritted his teeth, unsheathing one of his back-strapped swords.
Before I could think to run, Wick shoved me off my feet, and I hit the ground screaming. The edge of a log