raged for blood behind him, he questioned me for my actions, questioning how I could forsake my bloodright and heritage as so, how I could only reach my proper education half way. I had no answers for him, other than how I had entered in the hopes of wielding the mathematics of existence under my fingertips, but not life itself. What they were doing was against God and against nature, of which I could not be a part of. He sat down beside me and held my open hands. He looked me in the eye for an eternity.
The villagers came back to their homes armed and ready for a fight, but were met with the abandoned college that seemed as if it were devoid of life for centuries. The Swiss and Italian governments of the neighboring regions did further research, found nothing, and instructed the village to return home. I was declared a mad man, and I truly felt insane, as all that I had learned was useless without me being able to vocalize or document such wonders beyond human imagination, or such perverse and nocturnal societies as the college. With my incapacity to communicate, the only thing more maddening than the hellish demons that accursed school held at bay was my now dead and wasted potential. No matter how hard I cried out, only silence would remain. Such was life’s agony. Such is the call of the Accuser.
He looked away, and motioned for the students to apprehend me. I was too exhausted to resist, as they dragged me over to a tree stump outside the village. They threw me to its side and bound my hands to its top. The Headmaster re entered my vision, with an axe. Sorrow shaking him deeply, he moved in silence, and hacked away at my fingers. One by one they were bludgeoned off, for the axe mirrored my sanity, being dulled and degraded. The pain of my joints crunching and Going into the mangling under the blunt force of the steel was unbearable, as night blizzard was I hollowed out into the early suicide, but it was dawn. My screams traveled either dying to the beyond the valley, beyond the hands of the pagans mountains, and beyond the accursed heavens. I wailed and or dying to the wailed until I could no more, elements. and my voice cut out entirely. I felt a cold hand grasping my throat, and a dark bewitchment silencing my lungs. A devilishly faced pupil used the tongues of green flame at his fingertips to cauterize what was left of my hands, and then cut me loose. The Headmaster reeled me in close and expressed his sorrow for having to do this, but the common world must never know of what magics are in practice in places such as Inverno, nor the rest of the winter mountains. He wished me luck in what pitiful life I might live now, and turned away from me. The lights of the sun over the horizon began to fade, as consciousness evaded me. Darkness enveloped my being as I was swallowed by the black hole in the center of the universe: the pit where all lost knowledge goes to die. I heard the distant, melancholy piping of a flute from underneath me, and wept as chaos consumed my mind. I awoke in a hospital in Turin, my body as broken as my mind. The doctors told me that I was found in the village square half frozen to death. 48