{"id":263765,"date":"2026-07-15T01:38:25","date_gmt":"2026-07-14T22:38:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/initiated-elemental-academy-book-2-ar-nitus\/"},"modified":"2026-07-15T01:38:25","modified_gmt":"2026-07-14T22:38:25","slug":"initiated-elemental-academy-book-2-ar-nitus","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/initiated-elemental-academy-book-2-ar-nitus\/","title":{"rendered":"Initiated Elemental Academy – Book 2 – AR Nitus"},"content":{"rendered":"
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My well of energy would take a dip\u2013just a little\u2013each time I practiced. But even with relentless training, it never went below three-quarters. If I tried to use any more beyond that three-quarters mark, I usually ended up more exhausted and even dizzy. Still, I wasn\u2019t giving up. Even if my eyelids betrayed me in class.<\/p>\n

Even if I had to write a stupid essay on jinxes. Even if Earth magic kept playing hard to get. Because one day, it would answer. It had to. OceanofPDF.com Chapter Fifteen Inner Peace he next Thursday, after classes, while Kristin, Rupert, and Ark stayed behind in the portal lab for assist hour with Rowan\u2014and Elian shockingly ran off to the library, swearing he\u2019d be the first among us to master jinxes\u2014I found myself walking toward Coit Tower.<\/p>\n

I\u2019d been teetering on the edge lately. Between my failed Initiation, the dreams that drained me dry, and my continued inability to reach the Earth element, I needed to talk to someone. Someone who already knew I was a Fusion\u2014and whom I could trust to keep that secret. So when I knocked on Professor Thomas\u2019s office door, it was without checking her schedule or making an appointment.<\/p>\n

I figured I\u2019d take my chances. She opened it herself. \u201cWell, speak of the devil,\u201d she said with a wry smile, gesturing me inside, \u201cand the devil appears.\u201d I stepped in and froze. Professor Schubass was lounging on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, arm slung casually across the back like he owned the place.<\/p>\n

I gave him a small bow in greeting and slid into the chair across from Professor Thomas\u2019s desk, acutely aware that my back was now to him. Ever since Initiation, he\u2019d barely looked at me in class\u2014which should\u2019ve been a relief, but instead just made my stomach knot. I wasn\u2019t sure if I\u2019d disappointed him or if he simply didn\u2019t care. \u201cYou were talking about me?\u201d I asked, puzzled.<\/p>\n

Thomas shrugged. \u201cWhat brings you in, Alya?\u201d Before I could answer, Schubass drawled from behind me, \u201cSince when are you on a first-name basis with students?\u201d \u201cWell\u2026\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t tell me Hilda Thomas has gone soft.\u201d Thomas rolled her eyes, but before she could respond, a hesitant knock interrupted us.<\/p>\n

She let out a groan. \u201cCome in.\u201d An Infernal student in a maroon vest stepped in timidly, handing her a stapled stack of papers. \u201cMy assignment.\u201d Thomas snatched it from him, skimmed the top page, then tossed the whole thing back at him with a scoff. \u201cYou\u2019re late, Rittman. Dump it in the fireplace on your way out.\u201d<\/p>\n

The poor guy hesitated, glaring briefly at my green vest before doing as he was told and scuttling out. Schubass chuckled. \u201cNow that\u2019s the Hilda I know.\u201d Thomas smirked. \u201cWhat\u2019s your point, Nate?\u201d \u201cYou\u2019re drawing attention to her. Forgot what happened after the holiday party?\u201d What was he talking about? \u201cYou expect me to control everything these reckless kids do?<\/p>\n

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This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogs in this book are of the author\u2019s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental. OceanofPDF.com Contents Prologue 1. Haunted 2. Holiday Party 3.<\/p>\n

Grand Hall 4. Heart of the Party 5. Duck, Duck, Stay 6. Back To The Academy 7. Tech Tower 8. Welcome Party 9. First Day Jitters 10. Classes Begin 11. Taming the…What Now? 12. Initiation – First Round 13. Aftermath 14. Enchantments & Jinxes 15. Inner Peace 16. Discovering Inner Element 17. Trials & Secrets 18. Initiation – Second Round 19. Pickup the Pieces 20. Surprise Gift 21.<\/p>\n

Who’s the Fool Now? 22. Exams: Nuff Said 23. Paperwork Before Peril 24. Farewell Party 25. Into the Hollow 26. Belly of the Cave 27. The Mastermind 28. Showdown 29. Not The Absolute End 30. Four Days Later Epilogue Author’s Note OceanofPDF.com A Prologue tiny spark from the old kitchen stove flared to life, flickering blue and hungry. The boy held his palm toward it, breath held, willing it to grow.<\/p>\n

It obeyed. Slowly at first, then all at once, the flame swelled into a controlled campfire\u2014warm, alive, beautiful. But not enough. Not for a twelve-year-old with a head full of impossible visions. He raised both hands, shaping the flames into the bloom of a flower. Then he focused on the color. The outer edges blushed orange, then deeper, richer. Shade by shade, the petals transformed\u2014orange curling inward toward a still-blue heart.<\/p>\n

A grin stretched across his face. The fire mirrored it. His creation. His first real one. Not bad\u2013for a beginner in Fire magic. Earth had always come naturally. He’d been shaping soil and stone for as long as he could remember. His mother used to beam with pride. Not many elementals unlocked their abilities that young. But everything changed a year ago. He\u2019d levitated a piece of paper, let it catch fire\u2014accidentally\u2014and then, thrilled, fanned the flames with a gust of Air. His mother had lost it.<\/p>\n

She beat him until he promised\u2014swore\u2014he\u2019d never use anything but Earth again. Now, watching the fire dance in front of him, all he could think was how right it felt. How much more he could do\u2014if only he could practice freely. Without rules. Without fear. He crossed to his mother\u2019s gramophone and turned the dial.<\/p>\n

Scratchy opera spilled into the room\u2014a voice that dipped and soared like a bird caught in wind. He wasn\u2019t a fan. But today, he could dance to anything. He rose onto his tiptoes and twirled across the cluttered living room, a makeshift ballerina in socks with holes. His arms traced elegant lines in the air. His body swayed in rhythm with the soprano\u2019s climb. His mother wouldn\u2019t be back for two hours.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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