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Ambrose stood at the top of headmaster tower that overlooks the Commons of Wizard City. Cyrus Drake pointed his wand at him, ready to cast a spell at any time. Ambrose was unarmed, and his only means of escape was to jump out of the tower onto the hard cobblestone below, which would mean immediate death.
"Cyrus, please…" Ambrose begs.
Cyrus pulls a card from his deck. "Earthquake." he says. Drawing the symbol for Myth in the air, the spell comes to life and strikes the headmaster. He stumbles back and falls out of headmaster tower. Your wizard gasps.
Cyrus Drake watches the beloved headmaster fall, then turns to leave. His cloak billows behind him as he descends the stairs.
"Drake!" you shout. "He trusted you!" you follow him out of the Commons and into Ravenwood. Cyrus is making his way toward Bartleby. You cast a spell at him to stop his escape, but he has a shield up in seconds. He casts a troll, which knocks you backward with its club. You get up, determined not to lose him. This time you cast Orthrus, but due to his resistance, it does no noticeable damage.
He casts another spell that knocks you back. There is a loud thud as your back hits the grass. Suddenly you realize that the force of the spell knocked your wand out of your hand. You scramble to find it as quickly as possible.
Your eyes widen as you see the Myth teacher walking towards you. "You dare use my own spells against me?" You're at a loss for words. Cyrus leans over you and notices your bewildered expression, "Yes, I am the half-blood Conjurer."