Dorin and Johan were shaking hands with Prince Xander in agreement when a groan came from the sofa.
All eyes went to Sebastian.
Dorin hurried to his side, touched his mouth and said a fast spell. A small pentagram sank into his lips. Azra flew immediately to her master’s side.
“Ah, Sebastian’s awake.” Xander smiled at the other mage.
Upon seeing them, Seb tried to stand up, pointed at them and opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He looked puzzled and touched his lips.
“You’re drunk, Seb, go back to sleep,” Johan called from behind Dorin. Seb glared at him.
“You feeling better?” Dorin asked his friend. Seb nodded. He appeared to be sober. “Do you remember what happened?”
Seb looked at him, scrunched his face, and shook his head.
“He’s still showing emotions” Dorin thought to himself, “He must still be a bit drunk.”
Seb looked back at the 2 visitors and took a notepad from the table. [Why ar
One Way Talk... I secretly love Xander ʕ╥(ᴥ)╥ʔ
Back in the Special Class Dormitory room, the three friends are having a discussion of their own. “We just need to talk, ok?” Dorin told the fire mage who was trying to close his hanging bedroom door. “You don’t need to worry, Seb’s much sober now.” “I know I deserve an explanation, but I would rather do that when your pal is ‘completely’ sober.” Johan told Dorin. He stared menacingly at Seb, his newly acquired pet dragon hissing as he did. “Right now, I don’t trust that guy, even if you did put a silence spell on him like you said you did. Seb stepped closer. He looked annoyingly at Johan, then pulled out his slate [I have already apologized to you, what more do you want?] he brandished it at Johan who read with his lips moving. “I need some sleep!” Johan barked. “Now, bug off and let me fix my door in peace!” Dorin stepped forward and forcefully takes the whole door down. Johan stared at him incredulously. “What did you do that for?!
“Why do you side with him?” The intruder asked, pointing with his taloned hand. “You should not trust these... mortals.” Dorin stared at the man. “Who are you?” he asked, a little too late. “Silence, maggot!” the man growled. He looked back at the dragon child. “Come with me, young one, we will go where we belong.” “Dragon belongs right here!” Johan answered back. “Isn’t that right, Dragon?” he asked the child on his shoulder. Dragon nodded vigorously. “You are young and foolish,” the man said again. “You don’t know what these creatures are capable of.” “And you have no right to take a fledgling from its father.” A familiar voice came from above them. The four of them looked up at the broken window. At the opening, riding an enormous white creature, was Damien Wolfsbane. “Damien!” Dorin called. Damien stepped off the creature, slipped through the broken window and landed gently between the intruder and the 2 you
Much later, the group are standing at a raised dais made from the bricks of the attic rooms. It was a twisting tower which wound up into an open platform on top. “Are you sure we won’t get into trouble for this?” Dorin asked again. “Rest assured, there is nothing to worry about,” Lady Lucille smiled at him. “All the mortals in the dormitory are currently in a deep slumber.” “It’s that green dragon,” Seb whispered to Dorin. “That’s a wind dragon, it has the ability to put others to sleep...” he pointed at a huge blue dragon “See that one? That is an ice dragon... And that one,” this time he pointed at another dragon, a gigantic red one with golden scales on its chest, much like Johan’s Dragon. It had sharp golden horns framing the top half of its head like a crown, and 3 pairs of piercing red eyes. “That is an adult Czar dragon.” “They have come to welcome the new hatchling,” Lady Lucille said beside them. “It’s been so long since a new Czar drag
“There, all done.” Dorin said as he adjusted the pentagon he drew on Johan’s chest. “Is that okay?” “More or less...” answered Johan, “But I think the squiggle on the left looked more like a heart with an eye in the middle...” “Rune, they’re called runes...” Dorin corrected him. “You sure this will work?” Johan asked for the nth time. “What if that professor finds out that her spell is broken?” “If she had a way to know about the spell being broken, then she whould have been here by now, or at least called the Dorm head to check on us,” said Sebastian who watched his two companions. He looked amused. “Which reminds me,” Dorin looked up from the rune he was writing, “What do we do when that prince guy comes here to fix the doors tomorrow?” “Just send them away.” Seb replied automatically. “But we gave our word...” Dorin looked troubled. “You think we can still take it back?” Asked Johan, “I really don’t like them touchin
No one stirred. Alexander stopped at mid-grasp as he aimed to touch Azra. Mordecai still held the skillet, a hot cake slowly sliding down into a dish held in his other hand. Venet and Boulvar both stood rooted on the corner where they were stationed, their eyes wide with surprise. “What are you doing?” Johan was the first to speak. He picked up Dagon from the floor. He looked stunned. “Now you’ve really done it!” Dorin said with a sigh. [Oh, so now you blame me?!] Seb wrote, his arms waving with exasperation. [When all this time you keep ignoring what I was saying?!] “Move.” He commanded them. Xander and the rest were finally able to move. They gasped for breath, caught themselves, and stared at Sebastian. “Silence.” Sebastian said before the others could utter a sound. “Stand before me and keep still,” he commanded. The small company fell in line in front of him and stood still. “So what now?” Johan asked, “Do
“What happened?!” Dorin ran to Sebastian’s side when the Silver Tongue fell. Professor Dupont held on to Seb’s arms, he tried to keep him up, but the boy was out cold. “What’s wrong, Professor?” Johan asked as he too, came to Sebastian’s aide. Professor Jacob Dupont seemed to hesitate. “Sebastian... He just lost consciousness...” he said, though Dorin knew he was holding something back. “Help me put him on the couch...” Dupont was about to carry Seb, but Dorin took him in his arms and carried him to the couch. The three of them went around him, with the caladrius and the dragon – much to the professor’s surprise, at the side. “Seb?” Dorin called, gently patting his friend’s cheek. “Hey, are you okay?” “Here’s a wet towel.” Johan handed a cold towel to Dorin who wiped Seb’s face. “Perhaps we should give him more space?” Dupont suggested. “You think he was overtaxed by the past events?” Dorin asked, “Did he ever get to sl
The next day, Dorin was surprised to wake up alone in bed. He looked for Seb and decided he was in the toilet. It was only 5 am. He left Seb’s room and went to his own. He looked at the burned bed once again and gave a sigh.Calling on the wind, he collected the charred remains of the bed, every dust and speck, and turned it into a ball. At first it was the size of a coffee table, then he pushed. He applied pressure and compacted the remains until it was the size of a book. He then separated it to small clumps of coal and pilled it in a corner for later use.He left his room, taking clean clothes and a towel. Outside, he saw Seb coming from the direction of his bedroom. He was wearing the same black cloak he wore when they brought Azra to be registered, and like before, Azra was perched on his shoulder, waiting for him to pull the hood up.“Good morning.” Dorin called to Seb, “Will you be going to the wake this early?” he aske
Professor Dupont led them towards the woods. There was a small clearing past an orchard near the tumbled down wall that separated the main University grounds from the Dark forest. By the wall was a flanking tower, leaning a bit to one side, but still standing and could be entered through a partly hidden archway. The stairway was long gone and the roof was non-existent but the inside of the tower itself still looked sturdy and well kept. “We can talk here.” Dupont faced the rest of his companions. “This sure brings back memories...” said Althea. “I used to hang out here with some friends when we were still students...” “The wind is strong here...” Dorin closed his eyes, faced towards the Dark woods and took a deep breath. “So, about that dragon...” Maj. Gen. Muller started, but Johan interrupted him. “First, can someone tell me who that over there is?” he said, pointing at a person beneath the shadows of the tilted tower. Only his