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 Destine Academy: Changes
Book 5 of the Destine Academy Series

by Sara Snow
 Contents

Title Page
Copyright
Other Books By Sara Snow
Guide to the Destine Academy Factions
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
JOIN THE SARA SNOW FAN CLUB
About the Author
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 Copyright

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or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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 Other Books By Sara Snow
Destine Academy Series
Destine Academy (Book 1)
Destine Academy: The Return (Book 2)
Destine Academy: Secrets (Book 3)
Destine Academy: Prophecy (Book 4)
Destine Academy: Changes (Book 5)
 Guide to the Destine Academy Factions
Magique
Abilities: The magical students. Alchemists, occultists, herbalists
—there’s many branches of magic they can—and do—specialize in.
Symbol: Green line running diagonally from left to right and a
green orb in the center of it, labeled with the word Magiques.
Head Girl: Nadine Landry
Head Boy: Aldrick Vieux

Metamorphe
Abilities: Shifters with the ability to shift into anyone.
Symbol: Yellow orb with four lines diagonally surrounding, but
not touching it. Labeled with the word Metamorphe.
Head Girl: Tilda Richelieu
Head Boy: Laurent Voclain

Surnatural
Abilities: Preternaturals—students possessing superhuman
powers such as strength, speed, and many other talents.
Symbol: Red line running horizontally from left to right with a
read orb in the center of it, labeled with the word Surnatural.
Head Girl: Lisette Proulx
Head Boy: Corbin Chevalier

Voyante
Abilities: Oracles—seers, if you will. They can see your
thoughts.
Symbol: Blue line running vertically from top to bottom and a
blue orb in the center of it, labeled with the word Voyante.
Head Girl: Fleur Toussaint
Head Boy: Talbot Marchel
 Chapter One

Caroline crouched against the closed bathroom door, hugging her

knees to her chest. Her breaths came out in short, sharp bursts as
hot tears stung her eyes. Refusing to look up at the mirror where it
hung on the wall over the sink to her left, Caroline instead focused
on the floor tiles. The image of the black hood lifting to reveal
Tempeste looking exactly like her still burned in her mind. It felt like
a nightmare she couldn’t wake up from.
Why does Tempeste look like me? How can she look like
me? What does it mean?
Caroline didn’t know how long she sat there for—but she
didn’t feel she could stand without her knees buckling beneath her.
So much had happened in only a few weeks that she wasn’t even
sure who she was anymore. It was hard to believe she’d been so
excited to turn sixteen. Her whole life had become a complete
shamble ever since. Now to top it off, she was stuck in the
bathroom, too afraid to look at her own reflection for fear of what
she’d see. Caroline angrily wiped the tears away with the back of her
hand before her anger and frustration took over. Gripping both sides
of her face, she screamed as loud as she could. The noise sounded
raw and primal to her ears, filled with anguish and loss, both from
the past and the present. It was piercing as it bounced off the tiled
walls. A sudden cracking snapped her out of it, but her scream
continued to echo around the bathroom. The cracking continued,
and Caroline had just enough time to cover her head with her hands
as the mirror shattered, showering her with glass.
When quiet finally fell over the bathroom, Caroline lowered
her hands, her mouth falling open as she looked at what she’d just
done. Her eyes traced the path of the broken glass across the floor,
and she was both amazed and confused to see that the debris
stopped a foot or so in front of her, creating a perfect semi-circle of
glass shards as though something prevented them from getting any
closer to her.
Did I do that? Am I really that powerful?
The thought gave her a renewed sense of inner strength—if
only temporary, and Caroline braced herself against the door behind
her and slowly got to her feet. Walking over the broken glass, she
felt a strange pleasure in the way it crunched beneath her feet.
Caroline hesitated as a sudden flash of fear coursed through her as
she neared where the mirror had been above the sink. Feeling a
lump in her throat, she questioned whether it would be a better idea
just to leave the bathroom and close the door firmly behind her like
nothing had happened. Yet, knowing she was just as trapped in her
bedroom as she felt in the bathroom, her curiosity won out, and
Caroline slowly raised her head to where the mirror was only
moments before.
What??
There was a gaping hole in the wall, and Caroline tried to
get a closer look but was impeded by the sink. Reaching out her
arms, she half expected to feel the wall beneath her hands and that
her mind was playing tricks on her, yet as her hands moved through
the hole, she realized it wasn’t a figment of her imagination. The
hole was perfectly square and would have only been an inch or so
smaller around the edges than the mirror. Caroline shook her head
slowly as she let it sink in—the mirror had concealed a tunnel.
Stranger still, it looked nothing like what she’d seen in the mirror—
the cave-like setting that Tempeste lurked in. This was a tunnel,
narrow and dark, not the huge cavern lit with torches that she’d
seen earlier. Placing her hands on either side of the sink, she
pressed down, testing to see if it would hold her weight. Caroline
flicked a glance back at the bathroom door, still hoping she could
pretend like nothing had happened. Caroline wondered if the tunnel
was some kind of trap. Had her aunt known about the tunnel all
along? Had she locked her in her room knowing that she would find
it? Caroline sighed, rubbing her eyes, suddenly feeling far older than
her sixteen years.
Letting her arms fall back to her sides, she decided there
would be plenty of time to determine her aunt’s motivations later.
Right now, she wanted to get as far away from the bathroom as she
could. Carefully bracing herself against the sink, she climbed onto it
and leaned into the tunnel. She was surprised to find the surface
smooth under her hands, and as she pulled herself in, Caroline
thought the floor of the tunnel was made up of smooth stone
pavers. It was too dark for her to know for sure, so she stopped and
closed her eyes, mentally scanned through her Magicks schoolwork
for a way to conjure some light. With a smile, Caroline uttered the
incantation and watched as a small orb of golden light formed in
front of her. Once it reached the size of a tennis ball, she gave a
quick nod, and it hovered ahead, lighting up the tunnel as it went.
Caroline examined her new surroundings. She’d guessed
right about the stone pavers, but they weren’t just lining the floor of
the tunnel—but the entire inside. While it seemed strange that
someone would go to that kind of effort, she didn’t want to waste
time trying to figure out who would bother—or why—as she started
crawling on her hands and knees. Almost immediately, she felt the
ground sloping downwards, and she was careful to keep her eyes
ahead, watching the light as it revealed more stone in case the
decline should steepen unexpectedly—her bedroom was on the
second floor, after all.
Her knees throbbed from the hard stone and it felt like
she’d been crawling for ages, but she continued moving forward.
Caroline didn’t think she could turn around even if she wanted to,
and she stopped every so often to stretch each leg out and take
some of the pressure off her aching knees. The orb stopped,
hovering in the space ahead of her, and Caroline quickly caught up
to see why. She found herself faced with three possible directions to
take. She groaned, not wanting to make the wrong choice and find
herself crawling through the hidden spaces of the academy for hours
on end. She could continue straight ahead, where it looked like the
tunnel leveled out. Or, she could go left, which saw the tunnel
continue to slope or go to her right, which sloped upwards. She
ruled out the right side, not wanting to head back the way she
came, but was uncertain which way to go from there.
Closing her eyes, she tried to picture where her room was
in the overall layout of the academy and roughly what direction she
would be going in. She’d lost all perception of time and distance and
honestly didn’t know if she was still within the academy. Closing her
eyes, Caroline tried to hone in on her newly acquired Voyante skill,
but she wasn’t sure how it worked. Under the darkness of her
eyelids, she could still see the illuminated outlines of the tunnel
entrances, and as she stared, she saw a purple light move around
the outside of the left tunnel. Taking that as a sign, Caroline steered
herself to the left. The decline of the tunnel was steeper now, and
twice she had the sensation that she was going to slide forward. The
last thing she needed was to lose control when she had no idea
where she was going. A faint smell wafted up the tunnel towards
her. It was lightly floral, but with an underlying scent she couldn’t
quite place. It grew stronger the further along she went, confusing
her senses—she couldn’t tell if she liked it or was repulsed by it.
The orb stopped again, and Caroline hurried forward,
hoping it meant she’d finally come to an end. She was faced with
what appeared to be a dead end.
No! I did not come all this way for nothing!
Caroline knew she was stuck. Firstly, she feared the tunnel
was too steep to climb back up, but secondly, she wouldn’t be able
to turn around in the first place. Unable to believe her rotten luck,
she angrily banged against the stone wall in front of her. She wanted
to scream, but after what had happened in the bathroom, she was
scared that she would bring the tunnel down upon herself. Breathing
heavily, she realized she could still smell a strong floral scent and
knew it must be coming from the other side of the wall. Caroline
placed both her hands against the stone, and closing her eyes, she
summoned her Surnatural strength. At first, all she could feel was
the slight vibration beneath her hands, but nothing more. Taking a
deep breath, she tried again, this time directing her energy through
her hands and into the stone. There was a loud crack, and she felt
the stone tremble away from her hands. Caroline opened her eyes
and held her arm up over her face as she squinted against the
sudden light. Blinking rapidly as her vision adjusted, she found
herself looking out into a greenhouse. The light came from the glass
peaked roof, muted by the overcast sky, but still far brighter than
inside the tunnel. The ground was swept dirt, and there were rows
and rows of plants, flowers, and herbs. She suspected the
underlying smell she’d detected was compost, and she scrunched up
her nose in disgust as she got a particularly strong whiff of it.
“I think it came from over here somewhere,” a voice called
out, and Caroline tried to find somewhere to hide-without moving
back into the tunnel. She wasn’t quick enough, and she flinched as
she saw two sets of feet moving towards her from the next row.
“Caroline?”
She looked up to see Nadine and Aldrick peering at her
with equal parts bemusement and concern.
“Uh, hey.” She replied, taking Aldrick’s hand as he offered it
to her and helped her to her feet.
“What are you both doing here?” she asked them, brushing
the dirt from her knees and hands.
“We’re in the middle of herbology and heard a strange
sound, so the professor asked us to come and have a look,” Nadine
explained.
“I think the real question here,” started Aldrick, “is what are
you doing here?”
Caroline looked down to where he still had a hold of her
hand, and he dropped it like it was a hot coal. She tried to ignore it.
“Wait, is that a hole in the wall?” Nadine asked as she
looked around behind Caroline. Aldrick was quick to follow her gaze.
“Is that a tunnel? Did you just crawl out of a tunnel?”
Aldrick asked. Caroline nodded, unsure what else to say.
“How? Where did it come from? How did you find it?”
Nadine asked.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” Caroline replied.
“Well, in that case, I think you absolutely have to tell us—
but it will have to wait until after class,” Nadine instructed, turning to
lead the way.
“What? I can’t just walk into the class casually like I’ve just
appeared out of thin air!” Caroline hissed.
“You kind of have, though.” Aldrick pointed out but quickly
silenced as both girls flicked him annoyed looks.
“The entrance that normal people use is down that way,”
Nadine pointed to the opposite direction from where’d they’d come,
“so it would just look like you came in from there anyway. If the
professor asks why you’re so late, you just say you were with the
headmistress. Which you were, weren’t you?”
“Yes. Well, no. Yes, and then no. It’s complicated.” Caroline
tried to explain.
“We have to get back before the professor suspects
something’s wrong and sends someone else over,” Aldrick stated.
“Okay. But what do we do about that?” Caroline asked,
turning and pointing to the huge hole in the wall behind her.
Aldrick stepped forward and held out his hands, his eyes
closed, and his head raised. Caroline found herself more engrossed
with watching him, than watching the shattered stones move back
up into the wall as though someone had hit rewind. When he’d
finished, he gave her a rare smile.
“You missed a bit,” Nadine stated, and with a flick of her
wrist, sent a small rock up into the wall.
“Show off,” Aldrick said, the moment broken as he turned
and led the way back to class.
The professor glanced at Caroline as she joined them, but
didn’t say anything, instead continuing with his demonstration on
how to extract resin from a gnarled looking branch.
Caroline was grateful that Aldrick and Nadine were so
focused on their classwork, both eager to succeed in their final
exams. It felt utterly surreal to her that she’d just traveled through
the academy in a secret tunnel—and that it happened to lead from
behind her bathroom mirror. What purpose could such a tunnel
have? It was just another in a long line of questions she had about
Destine Academy, and she was determined to do whatever it took to
get some answers.
 Chapter Two

As soon as class was over, Nadine was back in the twenty-questions

mode as the three of them hurried out of the greenhouse. Caroline
stopped, looking up at the academy.
“What is it?” Nadine asked as they turned back to see what
was stopping her.
“I, uh. I’m not sure if I should go back in there.”
“What else are you going to do? You can’t stay out here all
day; it’s too cold.” Aldrick stated with his usual logic.
“What happened in there?” Nadine asked, walking over and
placing an arm around her friend.
Caroline opened her mouth before closing it again, unable
to shake the feeling she was being watched.
“What about talking under the bleachers? Would you feel
better talking about it there?” Nadine asked, and Caroline nodded.
The three of them turned and hurried down the hill and down the
steps of the bleachers before circling around underneath them.
“Okay. Now tell us what happened.” Nadine said.
Caroline shivered suddenly, and as she wrapped her hands
around herself, she didn’t know if it came from the sudden icy chill in
the air or from having to recall what had happened. Aldrick took off
his blazer and draped it over Caroline’s shoulders.
“Um, thanks,” she replied, looking up at him, surprised to
meet his gaze. They stared at each other for a moment until Nadine
cleared her throat impatiently.
“Come on. The suspense is killing me.” She said, and
Aldrick stepped back. Caroline pulled the blazer around herself,
grateful for the warmth she could still feel from his body. She tried to
ignore how amazing it smelled. “This is going to sound crazy…” she
started.
“Of course, it is. When have you told us something that
didn’t sound completely crazy? It’s why we love you.” Nadine
grinned, giving her friend a gentle nudge in an attempt to lighten
the mood.
Caroline gave her a small smile. “Okay. So, as you know,
my aunt came and got me from breakfast this morning.”
As she told them what had happened, she watched their
expressions change from interested, to concerned, and then to
shock as she told them what she saw in the mirror.
“What is going on?” Aldrick whispered, more to himself
than to the others.
“Was it really her? Tempeste, I mean?” Nadine asked.
“I have no idea. I mean, I don’t know what she’s supposed
to look like. I just know she wouldn’t look like me. It had to be some
kind of trick,” Caroline replied.
“Wait,” Aldrick interrupted, “what if she does?”
“What are you talking about?” Nadine asked.
“Remember the image Tilda saw in the book at the library?
The one we assumed was Caroline? What if that was actually
Tempeste?”
Caroline leaned back against the wall; her eyes wide as
new questions bounced around her mind.
“Whoa. You could be on to something there. I mean, you’re
right, we did assume it was a picture of Caroline because it looked
like her. But who’s to say it wasn’t actually Tempeste?”
“How would we find out either way?” Caroline asked.
“Well, there’s only three people that come to mind who
would be able to tell us for sure. One of them is the headmistress;
we want to avoid her. The other two, no one seems to know where
they are. Your father and Eloise,” Aldrick said.
“What am I going to do?” Caroline asked.
“We are going to sort it out,” Nadine reassured her.
“I think we need to fill the others in,” Aldrick suggested,
and Caroline nodded absently, hugging her arms around herself.
 Nadine leaned against the wall beside her, staring out at
the cold, dreary day as Aldrick headed back up to the academy to try
and find the others.
“I’m really sorry to drag you into all this,” Caroline said
softly.
“I—we—told you already, you haven’t dragged us into
anything. We all decided to help you, and honestly, I think we all
want to get to the bottom of this as much as you. You know, when I
first heard you were here—being the total nerd that I am—I was
super excited to meet a Destine descendent. I’d hoped we’d become
friends, but I have to say you definitely set the bar high when it
comes to excitement levels.” Nadine replied. The two girls looked at
each other before bursting into a fit of giggles. When they finally got
themselves under control, Caroline hugged her friend.
“Thank you.” Caroline looked up as they heard the sound of
feet on the bleachers, and within a matter of seconds, Aldrick
appeared with Corbin, Tilda, Laurent, and Fleur.
“Hey! I’ve been looking for you everywhere. Are you okay?”
Corbin asked as he walked past Aldrick and pulled Caroline into a
hug, placing a kiss on the top of her head. Caroline pulled away as a
blush ran up her cheeks, and she met Aldrick’s gaze before he
looked away.
“Yeah, I’m okay, thanks,” Caroline replied, saddened by the
pained look in Corbin’s eyes at her thinly veiled attempt at rejection.
She knew she was being unfair to him, and she made a mental
promise to herself that she would talk to him later when it was just
the two of them. She knew they had more pressing matters to
attend to right now.
She quickly filled everyone in on what had happened,
acutely aware of their ever-changing expressions. When she’d
finished, there was a brief silence, as though no one knew what to
say. Caroline shifted, feeling Corbin’s stare on her, making her feel
even more uncomfortable. As though sensing her unease, Aldrick
cleared his throat.
“I have an idea…”
 “I’m all ears,” Caroline replied, giving him a grateful smile.
He didn’t smile back but instead turned to Fleur.
“Do you think you could try and get a fix on Eloise? Or even
Gaspar Destine?”
Fleur frowned, “I’ve never done something like that before,
but I can try.”
“That would be amazing, Fleur! We could really use Eloise’s
help. What do you need us to do?” Caroline asked.
“Nothing. Just a little space and some quiet,” Fleur replied,
and everyone backed up as best as they could in the confined space.
Fleur closed her eyes and slowly tilted her head from side to side, as
though stretching out her neck before righting herself again. They all
watched; the air thick with anticipation as they intently watched
Fleur for any sign of success.
“I can’t get a sense of Gaspar anywhere…though that’s not
to say he’s not around. It could just be because I don’t have a
connection with him.” Fleur said quietly, and her eyes remained
closed.
“We’ll find him,” Nadine whispered to Caroline, giving her
arm a squeeze.
Caroline felt a little guilty that she wasn’t more concerned,
but she’d spent the past decade thinking her father was dead, and
she’d hardly seen him since being at the academy. She sighed and
forced herself to push all thoughts of her father away.
“I don’t think I can find Eloise either,” Fleur whispered, and
Caroline closed her eyes, trying to veil her disappointment. Then she
recalled her own recent Voyante powers and wondered if she could
somehow help. Stepping over to where Fleur stood, she carefully
slipped her hands into Fleur’s and squeezed. They didn’t have to
wait long.
“Wait!” Fleur shouted, making them all jump. “I think I
have her in the library, but something seems weird.”
“Like what?” Laurent asked.
Fleur opened her eyes. “I’m not sure how to explain it. It
was like getting a sense of Eloise rather than actually feeling it was
her.”
 Everyone looked at her with equally blank expressions.
“See, I told you I didn’t know how to explain it,” Fleur said
defensively.
“You did amazing, Fleur.” Caroline said, releasing her hands,
“And I get what you’re trying to say. I saw it too. It was kind of like
seeing someone’s reflection and not the actual person. It was like
the vision was kind of flat somehow.”
“Yeah, that’s it, exactly!” Fleur beamed.
“So what would cause that? Is that normal?” Corbin asked.
“I’ve never experienced it before, but like I said, I’ve never
tried to locate someone that way either. It’s not exactly an
encouraged method, you know, with people’s privacy and all that,”
Fleur replied.
“So who’s up for another trip to the library since our last
visit was so educational?” Laurent scoffed. Everyone answered
enthusiastically, except for Caroline.
“I think we should go check out Caroline’s room first. I
need to see that tunnel entrance for myself.” Tilda suggested.
“What is it? Are you okay?” Corbin asked, reaching out for
her before thinking better of it and letting his hand fall away.
“I, uh, I don’t know. What if my aunt realizes I got out? Or
what if she already knows, and is looking for me?”
“We’re all here for you,” Nadine said, placing her arm
around her shoulders. “She might be the headmistress, but I can’t
see her doing anything to you while we’re all together.”
“Besides, we don’t know that she means you any harm,”
Laurent said, quickly raising his hands in defense as they all stared
at him. “I’m just saying; we haven’t ruled out that she did what she
did, knowing you would find the tunnel.”
“How does that make any sense, though?” Tilda asked.
“Well, I don’t know exactly. But it doesn’t really make sense
that the headmistress would want to harm her own niece either,” he
explained.
“So basically, nothing makes sense, and we have no idea
what we’re doing,” Corbin joked.
 “Glad to see we’re all on the same page,” Aldrick stated.
“Let’s start with Caroline’s room and go from there.”
“What about the afternoon classes?” Nadine blurted out,
before quickly covering her mouth. “Sorry. Let’s go.”
Caroline giggled at her friend as she followed Aldrick and
the others out from under the bleachers and back towards the
academy, trying to ignore her increasing heartrate with every step.
 Chapter Three

They made it through the academy without any issue and stood
outside Caroline’s room. Taking a deep breath, she held her hand
over the glass panel beside the door, expecting it not to work. When
they heard a click, and the door opened, she turned to her friends.
“I swear it wasn’t working before,” she said.
“We believe you,” Nadine assured her, nudging her friend
forward.
Caroline led them into the bedroom and walked straight to
the bathroom door, pushing it open. She sank to the floor, her eyes
wide as she felt like she couldn’t breathe.
“Caroline!” Nadine cried, and they all gathered around her.
“What the…” Aldrick said as he peered into the bathroom. It
was perfect. Nothing was out of place, and there was no broken
glass on the tiles. Stepping past them, Aldrick walked over to where
the mirror once again hung over the sink. He placed his hands on
both sides of the mirror and pulled, but it didn’t budge. Letting his
hands fall, he turned back to the group where they still huddled
around Caroline in the doorway.
“I don’t understand. It happened. I…”
“You don’t have to explain,” Nadine confirmed, rubbing her
friends back, “We don’t doubt you for a second. But something is
going on here, and we need to get to the bottom of it.”
“Agreed,” Fleur said, “I’m getting a really eerie vibe in here
—I really don’t like it. Can we just close the bathroom door already?”
Nadine and Tilda helped Caroline to her feet, and they all
retreated into the bedroom, Aldrick closing the door to the bathroom
tightly behind him.
 “I don’t understand,” Caroline said quietly as she sat on the
floor at the foot of the bed. Everyone else made themselves
comfortable, each lost in their own thoughts.
“Let’s just confirm that we’re all in agreement that we
believe Caroline,” Laurent said.
“What are you doing? Of course we do,” Nadine said
angrily.
“I just think Caroline could benefit from each of saying it
and showing our support, that’s all,” Laurent explained, “I believe
you.”
“Me too, one hundred percent,” Nadine confirmed.
“You know, I do,” Corbin said quietly from where he stood
at the window, avoiding looking at her.
“Absolutely,” said Fleur.
“What she said,” smiled Tilda.
Aldrick nodded, his arms folded against his chest, “Yeah. I
do, too.”
“Good. Glad we’ve got that out of the way.” Laurent said
and took a seat on the carpet next to Tilda and put his arms around
her shoulders. She gave him a kiss on the cheek.
“Thanks. It means a lot, but I don’t even know if I believe
me right now,” Caroline sighed. “I mean, you all saw it—the
bathroom looks fine, like nothing even happened. I don’t
understand. What if I imagined the whole thing?”
“Well, we definitely saw the hole in the wall at the other
end. You definitely came out of a tunnel. All three of us couldn’t
have imagined it.” Nadine confirmed.
“Well, it’s been, what, at least a couple of hours since it
happened, right?” Aldrick said. Caroline nodded.
“That’s more than enough time for someone to come in
here and fix it up—you forget you’re in a school full of supernatural
people,” he confirmed.
“Of course. It had to be my aunt then. She must have
come in here to check on me and then saw what happened,”
Caroline suggested.
 “It’s a theory, at least,” Aldrick said. “Though I can’t see
who else would have done it.”
“I think we should go and ask Eloise.” Corbin said, “That is
if you’re okay to walk back through the academy?” he finally looked
at Caroline. She nodded and gave him a smile, but she noticed the
smile he gave in return didn’t reach his eyes. It made her feel awful.
Part of her wanted to go and give him a hug, but the other part of
her didn’t want to give him the wrong idea when she didn’t know
what she wanted. It had felt good at breakfast when she’d kissed
him, and, at that moment, she could absolutely see them as a
couple. Yet so much had happened since then, and therein lied the
problem. Everything kept changing so fast that she couldn’t keep up.
“Are you okay?” Nadine asked as they left the room and
entered the hustle and bustle of the academy halls as students
moved about from one class to the next. Caroline was grateful for
the timing, knowing it would make their little group less obvious as
they made their way to the library.
The group entered through the upstairs entrance, like they
had the night before, and spread out along the mezzanine to look
for Eloise below.
“Over there.” Fleur pointed to a row of books to the far left
of the library, and they took off towards it. As they entered the row,
they found Eloise replacing a book on the shelf.
“Eloise?” Aldrick said quietly as they entered the row.
She turned towards them and smiled, which was in itself,
strange. “Mr. Vieux. How lovely to see you? How are your exam
preparations coming along?” she asked. He looked over his shoulder
and exchanged a bewildered look with the group. They watched as
Eloise took a couple of steps down the row, pulled another book
from the shelf. She opened it, flicked through the pages, and put it
back.
“Uh, they’re fine, thank you.” Aldrick hesitated, as though
unsure of what to say next. Caroline stepped forward.
“We were worried. The headmistress made it sound like
she’d banished you or something.”
 Eloise paused, her fingers on the spine of another book,
and she turned her head slowly, a frown on her face. “You look
familiar…but it can’t be…” she trailed off, staring at Caroline.
“Eloise, are you okay?” Tilda asked. Eloise’s expression
switched as though someone had flicked a switch, and the frown
was quickly wiped away by a smile.
“Yes, of course. How rude of me,” she declared, releasing
her hold on the book and walking towards them. “I don’t believe
we’ve met. I’m Eloise, personal assistant to the headmistress.” She
held out her hand to Caroline, who looked down at it with confusion
before accepting the handshake.
“My apologies, I’m usually well informed about any new
students, but I’m afraid your name escapes me?” Eloise continued.
“I’m Caroline. Caroline Destine,” she replied, releasing
herself from the handshake.
“Ah, yes, of course. I recall the headmistress mentioning
your pending arrival. That was a few weeks ago now—I apologize, I
really should be more organized…”
“Do you remember last night?” Corbin asked.
Eloise rested her finger against her chin, looking up in
recollection. “Let’s see. I took the headmistress her dinner around
six, as usual. Then I…then I think I wasn’t feeling too well and went
to bed early. I woke up feeling better than ever this morning,
thankfully! No one has time to get sick with so much to do before
graduation and Winter Solstice!” she laughed, and her eyes were
wide and slightly maniacal.
“Uh, okay. Well, we’ll leave you to it,” Aldrick said and
turned, gesturing for the others to go back the way they came.
Caroline took a final look over her shoulder as Eloise continued her
pattern of selecting a book, randomly flipping through it, and then
putting it back.
They waited until they were out of the library before any of
them spoke.
“Okay, what was that?” Fleur asked, her eyes wide.
“I have no idea,” Nadine replied, “I mean, she acted like
she hadn’t met Caroline.”
 “I don’t think she was acting,” Aldrick said, “It genuinely
looked like she didn’t know Caroline at all.”
“What about when she first looked up? It was like she
recognized her then,” Laurent said.
“No, I don’t think so.” Aldrick replied, “I think Eloise initially
thought she was looking at someone else.”
“Tempeste,” Caroline said slowly. Aldrick nodded.
“This just keeps getting weirder and weirder,” Corbin stated
as he began pacing, his hands behind his head.
“There’s something else Eloise said that didn’t make sense
either,” Nadine stated.
“What?” Caroline asked.
“Well, she said your aunt mentioned your pending arrival a
few weeks ago. Yet it’s only been a couple of weeks since your
mother and brother disappeared.” Nadine said.
Caroline leaned against the wall, suddenly not trusting her
ability to stand on her own two feet.
“Could she just be mistaken?” Fleur asked, “I mean, she
didn’t exactly seem with it.”
“Maybe,” Corbin stated, still pacing, “but I wouldn’t rule it
out. Not with everything else that’s happened.”

Caroline shook her head slowly from side to side, unable to

focus on a single thought; her mind was spinning so much. Suddenly
she leaned over and braced herself against her knees.
“Are you okay?” Nadine asked.
“No. I think I’m going to be sick,” she whispered, closing
her eyes as though it could somehow stave off the nausea. Caroline
felt as though she might start crying, and she bit her lip to stop it.
The last thing she wanted was to lose it in front of everyone.
“Do you need anything, C?” Corbin asked softly.bit
“No, thank you. I just need a minute.” Caroline kept her
eyes closed. She could hardly let the question form; it was too
horrible. Yet, at the same time, as soon as Nadine had said it, she
felt some kind of recognition at the thought, like a part of her, had
already considered the possibility. She exhaled shakily, wondering if
it really could be true—did her aunt have something to do with her
family’s disappearance, or was it all a ploy just to get her to the
academy? But why?
“I don’t know what to do from here,” she said, finally
standing up. No one said anything, all of them equally stumped.
“I hate to sound like a total guy here, but dinner will be
soon. How about we go and have something to eat while we try and
work out what we need to do?” Laurent suggested.
“Laurent…” Nadine started, but Caroline cut in, “Actually, I
think that sounds like a great idea. Maybe with some food in our
stomachs, we’ll get some clarity.”
They headed off towards the dining hall, and Caroline just
felt grateful to be moving away from the library—she’d come to
dislike the place in a very short space of time. As they walked
through the corridor, Caroline began to feel a little dizzy, and she
frowned as everyone seemed to slow down around her. She could
feel a wave of energy flowing towards her, like a thick, static charge
in the air, and she looked around, trying to locate the source. It was
then she saw her. Her aunt, Marguerite Destine, walking towards
them. Caroline froze, and her breath caught in her throat. Her aunt
was looking at her, with an eyebrow raised high and a slight
smugness in her expression. Caroline tried to think of something to
say, but her mouth wouldn’t open. As her aunt walked past them,
Caroline looked after her, frowning. Suddenly, the movements of
those around her sped back up, and Nadine and Aldrick ran into the
back of her.
“Whoa, are you okay?” Aldrick asked.
“Did you guys not see her?” Caroline asked.
“See who?” Corbin asked, turning to look down the hall to
try and see who Caroline was talking about.
“My aunt. She literally just walked straight past us.”
“What? Where did she go?” Nadine asked as they looked
around.
“She mustn’t have seen you,” Laurent said.
“Oh, she did. She looked straight at me, almost like she
was smirking.” Caroline confirmed, and it was all she could do not to
shudder at the thought.
“Let’s get out of the corridor in case she comes back.”
Corbin instructed, placing his hand on Caroline’s back and steering
her over to the dining hall, “We’re going to get to the bottom of
this.”
Dinner went by in a blur, and Caroline forced herself to eat,
but everything she put in her mouth was tasteless. She allowed
herself to be led back to her room, and she walked through the
corridors as though on autopilot, picturing the look on her aunt’s
face over and over. It almost confirmed for her that her aunt had
been behind her family’s disappearance, but her emotions were so
conflicted she wasn’t sure if she was just being biased.
“Okay, you two stay here with Caroline, and we’ll be right
back,” Aldrick stated, pointing to Nadine and Corbin.
“Hang on, what?” Caroline asked, finally pulled from her
own thoughts.
“We were just discussing it,” Fleur prompted, and Caroline
shrugged, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t listening.”
“So, we all agreed it made sense to sleep in here. Your
room is big enough for all of us.”
“Really, guys? It was too much when you insisted on taking
turns keeping watch while I slept, and now you all want to sleep in
here? Not that I’m not appreciative, but it seems like overkill,”
Caroline said.
“The fact that you think it’s overkill just goes to show how
much you are underestimating how much danger you could
potentially be in,” Aldrick stated sternly. “You keep thinking of this
place as a normal high school, with normal students and normal
rules. None of that applies here.”
Caroline opened her mouth to retort, but as his words sunk
in, her mouth closed, and fear settled over her like an icy caress.
She didn’t say anything. Instead, she walked over to her bed and sat
on the rear edge, holding onto the wooden posteas though it was
somehow holding her up.
“I don’t want to scare you,” Aldrick said softly, “but you
need to know what we aren’t taking any of this lightly, and we want
to keep you safe as well as get to the bottom of what’s going on.”
Caroline could only nod.
“So, I’m going to go with Laurent, Tilda, and Fleur to get
our things, and when we come back, Nadine and Corbin will go.
After seeing Eloise, I don’t think any of us should venture anywhere
alone,” Aldrick finished and led the others out of the room, closing
the door firmly behind them.
Caroline jumped off the edge of the bed and paced the
length of the room, while Nadine watched her quietly from where
she sat in the chair at the desk and Corbin leaned against the wall,
peering out the window.
“Do you think my aunt did something to Eloise?” Caroline
asked, as much to herself as to them.
“Honestly?” Nadine asked. Caroline sighed and sat back
down, “Yeah. Hit me with it.”
“Then, yes. I think she did. Or she had something done to
her—either way, no one else could be responsible. Eloise was the
best Voyante in her graduating year and one of the best in the
academy’s history. What we saw in the library wasn’t the Eloise we
know. It was like she was stuck in a loop the way she was pulling
those books out and flipping through them without really seeing
them. Did you notice that?” Nadine asked.
“Yeah, I did. Though I was more disturbed by the fact that
she didn’t know who I was when she’s practically been my shadow
since I arrived,” Caroline added.
“Exactly,” Corbin chimed in. “It takes someone exceedingly
powerful to do something like that to a mind like Eloise’s.”
“This is all my fault,” groaned Caroline, burying her head in
her hands. “Please tell me we can make her better?”
“I don’t know,” Nadine admitted, “But I guarantee you, if
there’s a way, we’ll find it.”
“Do you think my aunt knows I saw Tempeste in the mirror,
or that she looks like me—or so we think?”
Nadine nodded, “Given the clean-up, I’d say she knew
something happened. Or she expected that something would
happen. Either way, I don’t think she’s ignorant of that fact. I think
there’s very little that goes on here that your aunt doesn’t know
about,” Nadine admitted.
“Or very little that she doesn’t instigate…” Caroline added
dryly.
“That, too,” piped up Corbin from the window.
Caroline sighed and flopped back onto the bed, staring up
at the canopy as she tried to deal with her guilt over Eloise. She
yawned, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with exhaustion. She closed
her eyes, certain she could hear her mother’s voice calling to her
from far away.
 Chapter Four

Caroline opened her eyes and blinked. Her eyes felt dry and sore as
though she’d been crying. Leaning up on her elbows, she looked
around to see her friends fast asleep. Nadine and Fleur were asleep
sideways on the bed by her head. Corbin was asleep in the chair by
the window, his head resting back against the wall. Laurent and
Tilda were cuddled up together on the carpet. Aldrick sat on the
floor, his back against the wardrobe and his chin resting on his
chest.
As quietly as she could, Caroline slid off the edge of the
bed and tiptoed towards the bedroom door. Pulling it open only
enough to squeeze through, she snuck out into the hallway. Caroline
grabbed the doorknob and pulled it towards her, but before she
could close it, a hand from inside reached out and pulled it back.
Aldrick stood there, his face slightly puffy and creased from sleep.
Without a word, he stepped out into the hallway and closed the door
behind him.
“Where do you think you were going to sneak off to in the
middle of the night?” he asked quietly.
“I wasn’t sneaking off…”
Aldrick raised his eyebrows as though daring her to lie.
“Okay, fine. I was sneaking off. But only because I don’t
want to involve you guys more than I have to.”
“So what part about you being in danger do you not
understand? Or that it’s not safe for you to walk around on your
own?”
“I know, but…”
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Marion Bauer (1887)
Albert Spalding (1888)
Leslie Loth (1888)
Chalmers Clifton (1889)
Harold Morris (1889)
Frederick Jacobi (1891)
Charles Haubiel (1892)
Albert Stoessel (1894)
Sandor Harmati (Hungarian) (1894)
Leo Sowerby (1895)
Leo Ornstein (1895)
Howard Hanson (1896)
Richard Hammond (1896)
Aaron Copland (1898)
 Pianoforte Music
(Lyrical Pieces, Songs without Words, Nocturnes,
Impromptus, Ballads, Intermezzi, Preludes, and Program
Music.)

German and Austrian

Johann N. Hummel (1778–1837)

Carl Maria von Weber (1786–1826)
Friederich Kuhlau (1786–1832)
Franz Schubert (1797–1828)
Charles Mayer (1799–1862)
Joseph Kessler (1800–1872)
Felix Mendelssohn-Bartholdy (1809–1847)
Robert Schumann (1810–1856)
Ferdinand von Hiller (1811–1885)
Adolf von Henselt (1814–1889)
Robert Volkmann (1815–1883)
Fritz Spindler (1817–1905)
Theodor Kullak (1818–1882)
Albert Loeschorn (1819–1905)
Friedrich Kiel (1821–1885)
Joseph Joachim Raff (Swiss) (1822–1882)
Theodor Kirchner (1823–1903)
Carl Reinecke (1824–1910)
Ernst Pauer (1826–1905)
Gustav Merkel (1827–1885)
Woldemar Bargiel (1828–1897)
Gustav Lange (1830–1889)
Hans von Bülow (1830–1894)
Salomon Jadassohn (1831–1902)
Franz Bendel (1833–1874)
Johannes Brahms (1833–1897)
Adolf Jensen (1837–1879)
Joseph Rheinberger (1839–1901)
Heinrich Hofmann (1842–1902)
Hugo Reinhold (Austrian) (1854)
Alexander von Fielitz (1860)
Hugo Kaun (1863)
Adele aus der Ohe (1864–1916)
Georg Schumann (1866)
Alexander Zemlinsky (1872)
Max Reger (1873–1916)
Arnold Schoenberg (1874)
Siegfried Karg-Elert (1879)
Walter Braunfels (1882)
Arthur Schnabel (1882)
Karl Horwitz (1884–1925)
Heinz Tiessen (1887)
Ernst Toch (1887)
Egon Kornauth (1891)
Hermann Scherchen (1891)
Erich Wolfgang Korngold (1897)
Philipp Jarnach (1892)
Otto Siegl (20th Century)

Czecho-Slovakia

Johann Ladislaus Dussek (1761–1812)

Ignaz Moscheles (1794–1870)
Alexander Dreyschock (1818–1869)
Antonin Dvorak (1841–1904)
Josef Rebicek (1844–1904)
Zdenko Fibich (1850–1900)
J. B. Foerster (1859)
Vitezslav Novak (1870)
Josef Suk (1874)
Rudolf Karel (1881)

Hungarian

Franz Liszt (1811–1886)

Stephen Heller (1813–1888)
Karl Goldmark (1830–1915)
Emanuel Moor (1862)
Arpad Szendy (1863–1922)
Eduard Poldini (1869)
Ernst von Dohnanyi (1877)
Béla Bártok (1881)
Zoltan Kodaly (1882)

French

Napoleon Henri Reber (1807–1880)

Charles Alkan (1813–1888)
Ignace Leybach (Alsatian) (1817–1891)
Jean Henri Ravina (1818–1906)
César Franck (1822–1890)
Auguste Durand (1830–1909)
Eugene Ketterer (1831–1870)
Camille Saint-Saëns (1835–1921)
Théodore Dubois (1837–1924)
Louis Brassin (1840–1884)
Alexis Emmanuel Chabrier (1841–1894)
Gabriel Fauré (1845–1924)
Théodore Lack (1846)
Benjamin Godard (1849–1895)
François Thomé (1850)
Vincent d’Indy (1851)
Raoul Pugno (1852–1914)
Sylvio Lazzari (Tyrolese) (1858)
Mme. Cécile Chaminade (1861)
Auguste Chapuis (1862)
Xavier Leroux (1863–1919)
Gabriel Pierné (1863)
Isidor Philipp (1863)
Erik Satie (1866–1925)
Charles Koechlin (1867)
Claude Achille Debussy (1867–1918)
Florent Schmitt (1870)
Louis Vierne (1870)
Henri Rabaud (1873)
Deodat de Sévérac (1873–1921)
Jean Roger Ducasse (1875)
Maurice Ravel (1875)
Louis Aubert (1877)
Gustave Samazeuilh (1877)
Rhené-Baton (1879)
Gabriel Grovlez (1879)
André Caplet (1878–1925)
Paul Le Flem (1881)
Georges Migot (1891)
Arthur Honegger (1892)
Darius Milhaud (1892)
Francis Poulenc (1899)
Louis Vuillemin (?)

Belgium

Théophile Ysaye (1865–1918)

Dutch

Richard Hol (1825–1904)

Johan Wagenaar (1862)
Dirk Schaefer (1874)

Swiss

Sigismund Thalberg (1812–1871)

Joseph Joachim Raff (1822–1882)
Hans Huber (1852–1921)
Emile Blanchet (1877)

Russian

Michail Ivanovitch Glinka (1804–1857)

Anton Rubinstein (1830–1894)
Alexander Borodin (1834–1887)
Nicolai von Wilm (1834–1911)
César Cui (1835–1918)
Nicolai Rubinstein (1835–1881)
Mili Balakirev (1836–1910)
Modest Moussorgsky (1839–1881)
Piotr Ilyitch Tchaikovsky (1840–1893)
Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov (1844–1908)
Nicolas de Stcherbatchev (1853)
Alexander Kopylov (1854)
Anatole Liadov (1855–1914)
Eduard Schütt (1856) (Living in Vienna)
Genari Karganov (1858–1890)
Alexander Ilyinsky (1859)
Serge M. Liapounov (1859)
Anton Arensky (1861–1906)
Joseph Wihtol (1863)
Alexander Glazounov (1865)
Vladimir Rebikov (1866)
Arseni Korestchenko (1870)
Paul Juon (1872)
Alexander Scriabin (1872–1915)
Serge Rachmaninov (1873)
Reinhold M. Glière (1875)
Ossip Gabrilovitch (1878)
Nikolaus Medtner (1879)
Gregory Krein (1880)
Leonid Sabaneyef (1881)
Alexander Krein (1883)
Samuel Feinberg (1890)
Serge Prokofiev (1891)
Alexander Tcherepnin (1902)

Polish

Frédéric Chopin (1810–1849)

Theodore Leschetizky (1830–1915)
Alexander Zarzycki (1834–1895)
Philipp Scharwenka (1847–1917)
Xaver Scharwenka (1850–1924)
J. L. Nicodé (1853)
Moritz Moszkowski (1854–1925)
Ignace Jan Paderewski (1860)
Emil Mlynarski (1870)
Sigismund Stojowski (1870) (Living in America)
Leopold Godowsky (1870) (Living in America)
Karol Szymanowski (1883)
Poldowski (Lady Dean Paul) (188 ?) (Living in London)
Alexandre Tansman (1898) (Living in Paris)

Finnish

Robert Kajanus (1856)

Jan Sibelius (1865)
Oskar Merikanto (1868)
Armas Järnefelt (1869)
Selim Palmgren (1878)
Armas E. Launis (1884)

Scandinavian

Halfdan Kjerulf (Norwegian) (1815–1868)

Niels Gade (Danish) (1817–1890)
August Winding (Danish) (1835–1899)
Edmund Neupert (Norwegian) (1842–1888)
Edvard Hagerup Grieg (Norwegian) (1843–1907)
Agathe Backer-Gröndahl (Norwegian) (1847–1907)
Ludwig T. Schytte (Danish) (1850–1909)
Emil Sjögren (Swedish) (1853–1918)
Cornelius Rybner (Danish) (1855–1929) (Lived in America)
Christian Sinding (Norwegian) (1856)
August Enna (Danish) (1860)
Johan Halvorsen (Norwegian) (1864)
A. Carl Nielson (Danish) (1864)
Olof Peterson-Berger (Swedish) (1867)
Sigurd Lie (Norwegian) (1871–1904)

Italian

Giovanni Sgambati (1843–1914)

M. Enrico Bossi (1861–1925)
Ferruccio Busoni (1866–1924)
Mario Tarenghi (1870)
Franco Alfano (1877)
Ermanno Wolf-Ferrari (1876)
G. Francesco Malipiero (1882)
Alfredo Casella (1883)
Mario Castelnuovo-Tedesco (1896)
Victor da Sabata (1896)

Spanish

Pedro Albeniz (1795–1855)

Isaac Albeniz (1861–1909)
Enrique Granados (1867–1916)
Alberto Jonás (1868)
José Vianna di Motta (Portuguese) (1868)
Manuel de Falla (1876)
Frederic Mompou (20th Century)
Joaquin Turina (1882)

Brazil

Villa-Lobos (1892)

English

John Field (1782–1837)

William Sterndale Bennett (1816–1875)
Walter C. MacFarren (1826–1905)
Charles Hubert H. Parry (1848–1918)
Tobias Matthay (1858)
Algernon Ashton (1859)
Herbert F. Sharpe (1861)
Eugene d’Albert (1864)
Granville Bantock (1868)
Arthur Hinton (1869)
Percy Pitt (1870)
Ernest Austin (1874)
Norman O’Neill (1875)
Samuel Coleridge-Taylor (1875–1912)
William Y. Hurlstone (1876–1906)
H. Balfour Gardiner (1877)
Roger Quilter (1877)
Josef Holbrooke (1878)
John Ireland (1879)
Frank Bridge (1879)
Cyril Scott (1879)
Arnold Bax (1883)
Lord Berners (1883)
York Bowen (1884)
John R. Heath (1887)
Gerrard Williams (1888)
Alec Rowley (1892)
Eugene Goossens (1893)
Norman Peterkin (?)

American

Hermann Adolf Wollenhaupt (German) (1827–1863)

L. M. Gottschalk (1829–1869)
William Mason (1829–1908)
Sebastian Bach Mills (1838–1898)
Homer N. Bartlett (1846–1920)
Emil Liebling (1851–1914)
Max Vogrich (Transylvania) (1822–1916)
Constantin Sternberg (1852–1924)
Rafael Joseffy (Hungarian) (1852–1915)
Percy Goetschius (1853)
Arthur Foote (1853)
William H. Sherwood (1854–1911)
Adolph M. Foerster (1854–1927)
George W. Chadwick (1854)
Wilson G. Smith (1855–1929)
Arthur Bird (1856–1923)
George Templeton Strong (1856)
Carl V. Lachmund (1857–192?)
Harry Rowe Shelley (1858)
Bruno Oscar Klein (German) (1858–1911)
Edward MacDowell (1861–1908)
Arthur Whiting (1861)
Ethelbert Nevin (1862–1901)
Henry Holden Huss (1862)
William H. Berwald (German) (1864)
Rosseter Gleason Cole (1866)
Mrs. H. H. A. Beach (1867)
Margaret Ruthven Lang (1867)
Florence N. Barbour (1867)
Louis Victor Saar (1868)
Henry F. Gilbert (1868–1928)
Paolo Gallico (Austrian) (1868)
Louis Adolph Coerne (1870–1922)
Howard Brockway (1870)
Samuel Bollinger (1871)
Arthur Nevin (1871)
Rubin Goldmark (1872)
Felix Borowsky (1872)
Arthur Farwell (1872)
Edward Burlingame Hill (1872)
Daniel Gregory Mason (1873)
Ernest Schelling (1876)
Mortimer Wilson (1876)
John Alden Carpenter (1876)
John Beach (1877)
Louis Campbell-Tipton (1877–1921)
Rudolph Ganz (Swiss) (1877)
Blair Fairchild (1877)