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RHP - 21 - Taking FlightDusk just did it, without any idea of what he was doing. His long robe attempted to entwine itself around his legs as he ran down the hill, but it flew away behind him. It must have been quite the sight, arms raised and wildly spinning, but he threw away his dignity. They needed him, his mates. It was the first time for him since this mate bond had been discussed since he first met them. He sensed them. Dusk felt a chill run down his spine as he realized Micah was the source of his cold fear. I will be there. Without knowing how or if it would work, Dusk shouted in his head. An intense rage that boiled inside of him made his heart race. Not like Micah's fear, and unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He sensed Pyrite's rage. It was not good, whatever was going on. Not if it knocked down the school, which was still tumbling like rain and falling in small pieces. He disregarded the fragments that fell upon him. The range of emotions he was processing was far more intense than the pain. “Whoa!” Dusk let out a cry as Word's white form encircled him, dragging him away from a fireball that was obviously outside the school. Dusk breathed, “Thank you,” to Word, who gave him his customary coo in spite of his physical appearance. Making Dusk's lips briefly smile. “What is happening?”“That is what I am interested in learning.” With her eyes fixed on the school ahead, Mrs. Quartz descended the hill. The flames illuminating the building reflected in her eyes. She turned to face him, and her eyes lit like a fire, reflecting her will rather than the school crumbling all around them. "Remain here," she said, turning to face Mr. Summerset, who was averting Dusk's gaze until he was facing away from them both. “Come with me, you.” The tip of Mr. Summerset's ear pulled him forward, compelling him to follow. “She assumed I would listen.” Dusk turned his heart and spoke with mixed emotions. He always listened, which was her defense. He was certain; he continued to project that image, but this time the situation was different. When it came to himself, he usually chose the easiest route because he never had someone else who needed him. It was more his style, Dusk felt self-deprecatingly, to run off without a word. “Dusk.” Word poked his face with the tip of his nose. Rubbing Word's face with his, Dusk raced his hand. “Let's go find Micah and Pyrite.” Dusk spoke as he stepped forward, prepared to dash over and jump into the discord. “Pyrite!” Word screamed and spun around Dusk, rubbing his face with his fur, then scurried between his legs.“Whoa!” With a cry, Dusk fell back and landed on Word's back. He landed on his stomach, rumbling feet over head. Word's fur was soft, so the tumble was easier to manage, though the semicircle made Dusk feel a little lightheaded. Word spread quickly, rustling the short grass as it went. "What are you doing, Word?" Twisting his fingers into Word's fur, Dusk shouted. “Find mates!” Word turned to face Dusk over his shoulder. What was he thinking?"Be careful!" Word was directly in the path of a ball of flame as dusk cried out. Word's head threw back, but it was close enough to heat Dusk's skin and reflect light back onto Word's white fur. His eyes were wide open, but it was his tingling skin that was causing his heart to race. “Higher!” Dusk let out a cry, pleading with that tingle to work the same magic it had when he had defied Miss Thyst. His stomach dropped to its extremities, and the world blinked—not him. Word and he found each other as fear tightened its hold on him. Gazing downward at the school, thankfully not falling and safe from the flames. Thank the layline. “You can fly in this form? I had no idea.” Dusk remarked, trembling, that he should have known he could fly based on his floating. Now was not the moment to give it credit. “It worked, my magic.” Dusk lifted his quivering hand and clenched it into a fist. It had worked.“Dusk magic is best!” Word waved his long body in happiness, taking Dusk along for the ride. “Yes, but watch out for danger!” Dusk tightened his grip, but it was a pointless effort because all he could feel beneath was a soft, cloud-like body. “'Kay,” Word instantly stopped wriggling. Dusk peered down at the school, the fire, and patches of magic that appeared to be concentrated on the building's western side. Students were taking over the grass on both the north and south ends. Magic glistened like fireworks as it attempted to put out those strange, black flames that were devouring the west side and spitting out chunks like misbehaving children. Is it a familiar? A monster, perhaps? Really, none of it mattered, did it? “Is that side of the school where the dorm is located?”He shivered with fear, and his heart still burned with rage. His calmness, Dusk supposed, was the reason for the steady pace. He knew how to handle anger and fear alike. It might sound callous, severe, or uncaring. These were not his feelings. That allowed them to be processed and transformed into a beacon. Looking down, he knew they were in that west area, among the burning dorms, possibly under attack, despite how rough it was. “Is it possible for you to enter without getting hurt?” Dusk bent over and inquired. Rubbing Word's fluffy side for his reassurance. “Word better than fire!” Word smiled at him, his smile inexplicably mirroring Pyrite's. How did they become so close? When he left his stomach behind and Word flew in, spiraling down without so much as a warning, Dusk wondered this.“I am not sure whether I can adjust to this.” With his eyes watering from the speed and the wind burning his eyes, Dusk yelled. In the mad dash to the west side of the school, he swore he heard Mrs. Quartz calling him back. Not that if it were, he would pay attention....

RHP - 19 - LunchThe leadership class is straight-forward. Everyone was given a summary of the year's lesson plans. Mr. Rock directed anyone whose eyes lingered toward their books with a stern cough and glare. The overview was strange; to say the least, there are seven stages for first years. The first one is the art of praise. Dusk had not expected to see that one. Responsibility, setting an example, and discipline all made sense. Knowing your business, he could start working on that right away. Although surprised that Micah had not yet arrived, Dusk left the class with a sense of optimism. Pyrite took him to his home studies class without mentioning Mr. Summerset in any way. In actuality, it seemed as though nothing at all had happened. Dusk should not be, but he was surprised by Pyrite's ability to conceal so much feeling. It was evident that Dusk had only been acquainted with him for a short period of time beneath that cheerful face and swaying tail. Dusk, however, discovered that his heart was irritated. Dusk arrived at Home Studies with a foggy head. He was fortunate that Lace, Iris, and Moss, his teammates, wanted to avoid talking about the gray beast in the room. The sourer atmosphere that Dusk created in his head and the rapid interest of the others in the room kept each other apart. Thankfully, today's homework load was light. They were breaking down their responsibilities and examining their assigned family. In noble families, various heads collaborated to administer the household. Even though his circumstances were unusual, Dusk never realized it; maybe he should have. The male employees, including the butlers and menservants, would be under Dusk's supervision. Moss the females, including the maids and waiting ladies. Iris was in charge of the garden, and Lace was in charge of the finances. After the initial couple weeks, they would alternate until everyone had a turn. Mrs. Quartz distributed the hypothetical problems that we would be in charge of resolving. At the end of the week, we would turn them in, and she would give us a fresh one. Alterations would be made in accordance with their responses. They decided to put off finishing their assignments so they could meet together the following class to chat and offer support. The lesson went by so quickly. Being a part of the three girls made Dusk feel better. Iris was a vivacious bundle of energy who instantly fell in love with Word, and the emotion was highly reciprocal. Iris gushed about Word throughout the majority of the lesson. Lace talked about her summer training sessions with her mom. Moss was happy to forget about her papers and join in on their conversation. It was a casual, light-hearted discussion. Due to the chaotic nature of emotions, Dusk needed that distraction from his own thoughts. Lunch followed, but Micah was still missing. Bringing back his worried thoughts. Should you go see how Micah is doing? At the end of class, as students were filing out, Dusk questioned Pyrite. It was also Dusk’s lunchtime. After a few hours, Micah had still not returned. He was beginning to worry. Pyrite cocked his ears and cast a downward glance at him. “He is taking a long time.” Pyrite's mouth twisted, and he continued to stare Dusk in the face. He didn't want to leave him alone. Dusk began, “Take me to the cafeteria,” not knowing where it was. “I will wait there for you guys.” “I am not sure if I should leave ya alone.” Pyrite said his tail lay flat against his legs. “You cannot be with me all the time.” At this point, he felt as though he had some idea of how protective he was. He had to be delicate because he did not want to offend Pyrite. “I survived this long without you.” “At what cost?” Pyrite scowled, crossing his arms and glaring down at him with his fire-filled blue eyes. They could have easily turned red. Word screeched at him; Dusk could have easily forgotten that he was perched on his shoulder due to how light he was. “Ya know what I mean, Word.” Pyrite snipped at Word. He inflated himself and pouted on his shoulder, turning his head away from Pyrite. “It is the cafeteria at the school; what could go wrong?” Dusk pointed this out. “Who would risk it with Word?” Word turned around and raised his head so high that the feathers on his neck fluttered. He cocked his head, exuding a confidence Dusk wished he had even a quarter of. “I do not feel the connection, but Micah's prolonged absence seems wrong.” Dusk deepened his voice into a low whisper. Not wanting the onlookers to hear what was going on. “I don't feel distress, but...” Pyrite rubbed his head with both hands and let out a harsh sound. The couple of other beast folk scattered as a result, and Dusk and Word leaped. “Word, I'm counting on ya.” Pyrite looked in front of him, grabbing his small talons in his hands. From his shoulder, it was an odd scenario and a little bit funny. Should he feel insulted? He trusted Word over him; had he shown himself to be that unreliable? Thinking back, he had a bit. “Then, can you take me to the cafeteria?” Dusk said, dropping the subject when he had no argument against it. “It's in the center hall; everything fans out from it.” Pyrite said there was a light sway in his tail, and in a light bend at his waist, he held out his arm for him to take. Dusk took it, feeling a bit awkward about it without being too exhausted to think about it. Dusk glanced away from Pyrite, feeling flustered. “This school is elegantly constructed.” Dusk commented, while Pyrite led the way to the cafeteria as Dusk fell alongside Pyrite. He questioned why his heart was pounding. His hand, which was resting on Pyrite's arm, felt warmer than normal. Was it at this time? The turn that his thoughts had taken astounded Dusk. Could Pyrite be influencing him because it didn't feel like him? The innocent-appearing Pyrite caught the sidelong glance Dusk gave him with a wink. Dusk gave him a narrow look. “Pyrite?” Dusk received a chuckle in return. “What do ya expect from Micah's ancestors?” Pyrite's voice grew low and thrummed. Ngh, Dusk didn't like not being able to control the warmth of his body, which spread and dipped at random. Glancing at Pyrite, he saw a smug smile hanging from one of his fangs on his lip. Thinking about it earlier, he realized that Pyrite could smell, so he changed its mood. Think of classes. Think of the classes. Dusk rolled his thoughts into a loop. Pyrite's chuckle left a trail of Dusk's embarrassment behind them. “If you need me, ya need to use your heart to call for me. I'll hear ya.” When Pyrite kissed his check, his face became hot. Pyrite turned on his heel and sprinted off as Dusk touched his face and felt the residual heat. So he felt worried too. Shaking his head, Dusk entered the cafeteria. He had never before eaten in such a manner. Tables filled the room in large, even rows. The tables' dark wood was supported by benches on either side that matched. The walls are lined with wood in an intricate pattern that makes Dusk think of a palace. The room was filled with an antique class that you expected from a school that stepped into history. “Would you have any ideas how this works?” Dusk turned and rubbed Word under the chin. “Dusk!” The animated voice of Iris caused him to turn around. Her blue hair was flowing behind her in a tangle. “Where's the wolf folk?” Iris said, looking around. Lace's pale hand with slender fingers held her fan and came down with a hard thud on her sister's head. Bowing her soft pink head, she raised her pastel eyes to Dusk. “Sorry about that, Dusk, if we may still call you that.” Lace, Dusk thought back, had been reframed from calling him by name in class. This was why. “Iris, it's bad to refer to the Prince's Consort by his race. Dusk's feelings will be harmed,” Moss said softly. “Insulting his mate in such manner.” Iris's bubbly personality burst into a tear-stained face. They had called Pyrite his mate. It was too distracting for Dusk. Had word spread about that already, and had Micah been the one to do it? He would have to wait until Pyrite brought Micah back before he asked. “Do you hate me?” Iris's wings appeared to be dragging on the ground because of how low they were lowered. Tears glistened on the edges of her eyes in large globes as her voice trembled. “Please continue to call me Dusk.” Dusk spoke to Lace first, giving Iris some additional time to consider her course of action. “You understand, Iris, that you should not refer to Pyrite's race once more?” Iris began to hiccup and nod wildly as her tears fell like a river. Before giving her a handkerchief to wipe her eyes, Dusk maintained a firm tone and maintained eye contact with her. “People are staring.” Moss spoke in a low tone that almost blended into the background noise of other people. She did herself no favor by hiding behind Lace. “All right, let us go get our food.” In front of her face, Lace waved a fan. Word went over and rubbed Iris's face. Making cooing noises while doing so, her face became radiant, as if she had never cried. “This way, Dusk.” Lace’s eyes flickered with the smile he couldn't see on her lips. There was a sliding station in front of their lunch plates, and a buffet of meals led him to the side of the room. The square shape caught his attention for a moment, but he kept following the girls alone, holding his plate. “He should have enough food; you do not need to feed him.” Dusk informed Iris, who had a substantial amount of dessert on her plate. Word had more than his fair share of cakes and strawberries between him and Iris. Iris handed Word a large strawberry and said, “He is so cute, I have to feed him,” before taking her plate. “Does it not bother you?” Iris raised an innocent, childlike gaze toward him as she looked up. That Dusk believed is what drew Word to her. “I don't mind, but be sure to feed yourself.” Dusk said, picking up his own plate. “Eat some greens, Iris.” Iris grimaced as Moss placed some long beans on her plate and said, Word was given one by Moss as she held it out with trembling fingers. Word was a real gentleman, and he used all the tact his beak could conjure to take the bean. Moss' gentle grin emphasized how lovely she was. Like the timid little woodland birds, Moss might go unnoticed by people. She simply wasn't as outspoken as her sisters. “You should smile more often, Moss; it suits you.” Dusk said, bringing out a hot pink in Moss's pale skin. Dusk could see the error in his words displayed before his eyes as her eyes opened wide. She and her plate hid behind Lace with the sound of a startled sparrow's small peep. He could see that she was shaking so hard, which explained the rattling noise. That was her fork resting on her plate. What was he thinking? Due to his behavior toward Moss, Dusk felt bad. He would never have considered, much less crossed, that particular line. “My apologies; being around Pyrite is making me forget my own manners.” Dusk ducked his head and gave Moss a short bow. “Once more, I apologize for going too far.” He was making excuses, but why? Despite being able to hear Pyrite's voice, Dusk denigrated himself. He did not have to behave that way toward everyone just because someone asked him to be less formal. “Moss is inexperienced when it comes to receiving compliments, much less ones from men.” Before picking up her plate, Lace rubbed Moss's head. “Even if they do receive their pleasure from the same sex,” Lace remarked while smiling softly. Her eyes lit up with uncontrollable laughter as a result. “It's... fine Dusk.” Despite the fact that Moss's words ceased and faded, she continued to pause to look at her sister. Dusk could make out a subtle blush even on her fingers. “Moss blushes over everything, anyway.” Iris dismissed her sister's action and pointed out towards the cafeteria room. “There's a free spot over there by the window.” “It's where we sat yesterday.” Lace nodded, taking her sister Moss along like a train in her dress. When Word landed back on Dusk's shoulder, Iris sighed and turned to face Word. With eyes on them. Thoughts were racing beneath Dusk's composed exterior as he moved calmly, like a duck swimming in water. He avoided giving them a glance but noticed that they were looking up from their meals at him and the three sisters. Whispers blended but never reached his ears. Part of him wished he could hear them and learn what they were saying. The other part of him. He didn't want to hear. Dusk didn't want to learn. He didn't want to know. It was the part of him that flinched when a woman came too close, that shuddered when darkness crept in on them. Taking in a deep and even breath. Dusk shook the cloak of fear before it covered him with its shroud. “People are really eager to make contact with you,” Lace said with the same grace she sat with. “If Prince Perfect hadn't spoken up, they would surround this table now.” Prince Perfect, the young dwarf, called him that. He had almost forgotten about it. Dusk shook his head and placed his plate on the table before sitting down himself. “Yeah, word spread like a phoenix's flame that if anyone harassed you. The wolf,” Iris corrected herself before she finished her word. “Prince Consort would challenge them to a sword duel.” “His sword skills are well known, even outside of school. It is unfortunate that he has not yet signed a magic sword contract.” A handkerchief was removed and set on Lace's lap. Her sisters, at her, glance. Iris quickly did the same. "He is kind of scary... I wouldn't make him angry.” Moss shook her like a frightened animal as she spoke while trembling. “Pyrite is gentler than a bugbear.” Picking the green off his strawberry for Word to eat, Dusk said. Iris laughed while flaunting her partially consumed meal in front of Lace, much to Dusk's displeasure. Lace gave him a wide-eyed stare. Moss grew a little paler. “That's the best reference, Dusk.” Compared to her sisters, Lace recovered more quickly. “Bugbears are gentle. They take care of kids with an enthusiasm that makes them in-demand nannies.” Dusk recalled the light-brown bugbear who oversaw the children's section of the Redneval library. Had Sage not stopped her, she would have attempted to tear his parents in two. He hadn't spoken to her in years. Lace remarked, reaching for her fan at her waist, “Bugbears do have a certain amount of enthusiasm; that much is true.” Iris caught on and immediately stopped laughing. Word gently removed the strawberry from his grasp and placed it in his talons with his beak. He raised his head to pass him one of his finger sandwiches after picking it up. “My thanks,” Dusk said, placing a hand on his chest and bowing to Word. Falling back into his better habits while in public, at least. “In this country, they are violent adventures.” Lace said, smiling down at Word, who was eating with a more delicate touch than he did with Pyrite and Micah around. “No one will team up with them, and they're avoided. Their lust for blood is barely controlled.” “Mother used to threaten us with them when we were kids.” Moss’s soft voice spoke of an unforgotten fear. To think they would act so differently between one country and another. “I see.” Dusk bit into his sandwich. Enjoying the sweet, tangy flavor. Whatever jelly was sitting in between his slices of bread. “I didn't know.” That could have ended badly for him if he had encountered them on the street. He's been a bit too busy for any real tourist activities. “You are new here; how would you know?” Lace said. Nodding her head and picking up her own sandwich. “I'm sure many things are different in your old country.” “I would leave my country too if my family hated me because I had magic!” Iris quickly put an entire strawberry in her mouth. “That is like my mother disliking me because I can’t fly.” Talking around the berry in her mouth earned her a fan to the head from Lace. Rubbing her head, she smiled sheepishly at Dusk. “She can't,” Moss said, hiding behind her sandwich the best she could. “We still love her.” “It is a shame your personal information spreads like that.” Lace frowned. “But no one of any worth would hate you here—the opposite, in fact.” “You're a blood mage! You have a legendary beast as your familiar. You can't be any cooler! Not even if you were an ice bird!” Iris said, then turned her attention to Word. “Who knew a legendary beast could be so cute?” “The way the two of you interact is different from other familiars.” Lace said, looking down at Word, who was passing him another sandwich. “The bonds between others seem more like master and servant, but with you two, I can almost feel the love you two share.” “And you bonded so fast, our cousin's snake took a year before it stopped biting her!” Iris said her eyes were centered on Word. “I wish bird folk could have familiars.” Iris sighed, looking like a fairy tale maiden in love. “Rumors are spreading that you're going to be the most powerful blood mage in history.” Moss said her water eyes looked to him. “Be careful, okay?” “Her words are correct.” Turning to face Dusk, Lace gently rubbed Moss's head. “People are going to want you by their side or not around at all.” Lace looked into his eyes and glanced over at the cafeteria’s other guests. “We have little power or clout to help you, but if you need a friend, we'll be here.” “People can be dic-” Iris's words were cut off with a raised fan. “I mean, they can suck.” Iris said, looking at Word. “Can I feed you?” Word turned around and opened his beak. “Yay!” She took one of her small berries and popped it into his open beak. “I'll bring trouble to your door.” Dusk issued his own cautionary tale. The idea of having friends made his heart warm. Many of his self-introduced illusions about himself were that he was fine by himself after meeting Micah and Pyrite. It seemed like these three would get along well. He enjoyed them as well, as evidenced by Word's berry-filled beak. They couldn't get a higher rating than that. “Trouble we can take.” With a low chuckle emanating from her mouth, Lace grinned while her eyes grew more narrow. “We small birds are no pushovers.” “Given our small size, we can only do so little on our own. We can accomplish so much when we work together; such is the nature of our hearts.” Iris said Moss's voice was a small echo of hers. Moss's voice was the firmest Dusk had ever heard it. “It is the creed of our flock.” Lace said, beaming with the pride of a proud mother at her sisters. “I like that motto,” Dusk said, having such a close-knit family. It must be nice. “Look at us, we have been talking all the time!” Before things got uncomfortable, Lace made a statement. Let us finish our meal before the time runs out. Lace talked about their flock back home while they discussed their class assignment. Letting Dusk know that only other bird people were allowed to use the word flock. If not, it was offensive. Word had tucked himself inside the curve of his collarbone by the end of lunch. Recovering from a cake and berry-filled meal by sleeping. Since their next class was on the other side of the school, the sisters left him to get to it. Pyrite and Micah were not to be found when he looked around. Not wanting to linger with eyes on him. Dusk headed to the east field. Alone....

Scaring Nightmares - Dream of You (part 4, e-book) by Sloartist-Raven

RHP - 18 - Elves and Wolves“Hello!” Unexpectedly, an elf with dark skin and green eyes appeared in front of them. Right, have they arrived at the school's main entrance using the teleportation token. Dusk sucked in a breath, and Micah gave a small, startled scream. Between them and the elf, pyrite formed a barrier. On Pyrite's shoulder, Word inflated into a larger-than-usual featherball. The two presented an intimidating image. Although neither of them frightened Dusk, the energy they exuded made the other students give them a wide berth. The elf might have done that. Dusk thought. “Are you Dusk?” The elf's cheery question rang through the air. “And Word, was it?” Word crouched down and hissed. "Salty little thing, is it hard for you to keep that form?" When the elf raised a hand, Pyrite's arm intervened to prevent Word from squeezing the elf's fingers. “Who are ya?” Pyrite growled, but he did so while resting one hand on his hip and leaving the other hanging loose. Pyrite had tense arms and a rigid back, and an odd aura erupted all around him. Though he could not place it, Dusk could sense that the energy emanating from Pyrite was not normal. He pulled out a teleportation token from his storage and held it in his hand, but Pyrite looked like he wanted to fight more than he wanted to run. “Oh, I guess I was wrong.” The elf was almost singing at Pyrite. His reaching hands lingered in midair, as if waiting for the right moment to reach out to Word once more. “Your magic is too untamed and wild to be a blood mage, so you cannot be one.” The elf tried to get around Pyrite, but Pyrite would not even move a step. He was keeping watch over them, but there was more going on. Dusk could feel it. What was happening? Micah's face was expressionless as he caught his glance, but his attention was fixed on the elf. Did anyone have a grudge here? “Elves are incredibly afraid of things they cannot control.” In time to block his path to Dusk, Pyrite said while shaking his head. “Ya should not be afraid now more than ever, elf.” His voice was rougher and deeper than Pyrite's usual voice, and it was full of authority. It demanded attention. Was this something coming from Pyrite's alpha nature? “Compared to what is typical of beast folk, it is a little wilder.” Under his breath, the elf murmured. He ducked his dark head in thought. Spotting a chance to assist Pyrite. In order to prevent this from happening before the surrounding energy erupted, Dusk lifted his foot and took a step forward. When he turned to face Micah with his "why" on his lips, Micah's hand had already grabbed his arm. Dusk bit his lip as he decided to put his trust in him and take his position back. “Elf, what are ya doing here?” Pyrite's words were ignored. The elf's green eyes narrowed, and He looked Pyrite up and down. With his eyes narrowed, the elf gave Pyrite a side-to-side inspection. He moved slowly and steadily, as though he were examining a horse for sale. That look infuriated Dusk to the point where he felt sick. Pyrite was not an animal on sale. Dusk did not realize he had moved forward until Micah's hand squeezed his arm. Although he never lost his cool when such behavior was directed at him, he detested watching Pyrite go through it. He was not deserving of it. Word was hissing away on Pyrite's shoulder. The annoying elf ignored Word’s hisses, like Pyrite's words. Either the elf had no respect or no fear. Dusk had a hunch that it was both. “The blood mage is you.” The elf appeared to be inches away from Dusk's face and behind Pyrite's back in a blur. His skin was so dark that it blocked Dusk's vision. Where the elf's skin and his slender, green eyes were all he could see. Taking a look at him—or, perhaps more appropriately, into him. Dusk shuddered, a wave of disgust rippling through him. “The magic that is whirling around you, I can taste.” He did not want anything of his to be tasted. Not by him, anyway. “Back off!” Pyrite murmured as he cinched the elf's neck in his grasp. He pulled and threw the man, sending him and the black robes he was dressed in flying like a shattered kite. Even though Dusk was certain he would crash to the ground, he instead twisted like a cat and came to rest upright. His positive attitude did not miss a beat. Things were going to get worse. Who gave this man permission to enter a school? “To have such strength, you have to be an alpha.” He stood back up, and the area cleared out fast. In contrast to martial artists, nobody watched from the sidelines in this situation. The lack of commotion on the sidelines seemed stranger to Dusk than a group of onlookers placing wagers. Did they have knowledge that he did not have? Dusk would stake a wager on the likelihood of that happening. “So,” the elf dragged out the word before stepping in front of Pyrite while moving quickly once more. He had the option to do so at any time, but he chose to do so only now. That could have been considered clever or stupid. Dusk was unable to identify either their adversary or their objective. “I cannot say I dislike it, but it is aggressive.” He ran his hand up Pyrite's exposed chest. “I know how I heard about you now.” Pyrite knocked his hand off his chest. “Who do you believe you are touching?” Dusk's mouth twisted as an unpleasant taste crept into his mouth as Micah spoke. Should he restrain Micah, as he did with him? He was not inclined to. The elf needed to back off, and he would not do this on his own. “Take your hand somewhere else; he is a mated man.” Asserting Micah's position, Dusk nodded. The strange elf touching Pyrite bothered him. He did not enjoy being near them in any way. “Oh, I'm not interested in the wolf folk. I'm interested in him,” Dusk got a chill down his spine when those green eyes settled on him and then on his familiar, “And him.” Instead of viewing him as a person, those eyes were viewing him as a thing—an intriguing, fascinating thing. His heart froze, and it gave him the creeps. “From the beast folk, we elves have learned everything we can, particularly from the wolf folk.” His teeth shone white as he grinned. Pyrite's bare rumble of a growl vibrated the atmosphere. Word twirled around his feet. Due to their bond, Dusk could sense Word's unease. Even without the ability to feel their bond, he could feel Pyrite's rage. That Dusk experience was the worst kind of anger one could experience; it was slow, calm, and angry. Pyrite. He bit the inside of his mouth and wished, once more, that he knew how to help him. “Come here!” Word quickly slid into Dusk's arms in response, so it was a good call; at least he could take care of him. He raised his head and observed Pyrite. He was hoping that something in his icy, furious face would indicate what he could do to help him. If anything. “I'll give ya something to learn from, elf.” Pyrite said, again moving in between them. “Before I let ya touch my mates or our little feather friend,” Pyrite growled through extended fangs, “I will send ya back to your damn forest in a wooden box.” “Why do you think I will hurt them, exactly? I would like to watch them.” The elf appeared unfazed and calm, running a hand through his short hair. I will even impart a few lessons to him. Dusk believed his stomach might churn more violently when he grinned. In what sense did he say that? Dusk struggled to control his stomach's twists. His head pounded with a growing rage. Both emotions were too intense to feel at once. Did he even want to know? “Ya think I would let that happen?” Pyrite reached for his side. Dusk winced as Pyrite's teeth clashed and his hands grasped at the air where no sword was present. “I will not allow you to observe even one of his head's hairs. “Ah, what is a hair?” the elf asked with a shrug. Dusk felt his stomach turn again in anger and disgust, and Pyrite growled. Micah stepped closer to Dusk. “A wolf-folk nose is good, but a Howlite nose can smell the fur on a snake. To smell my intentions, you must too. At his waist, he leaned to the side. He looked at Dusk with a smile on his face and a bright light in his eyes. “No matter how talented the trait we bring out is, we elves have vowed never to repeat what happened to the wolf folk.” "Did ya swear not to hurt anybody while seeking the truth?" Pyrite's posture switched from that of a swordsman to that of a fist fighter. Although it was subtle, a big part of his upbringing involved avoiding swords and fists, so he noticed it right away. “You enjoy talented people, huh? Is that it?” He gave the impression that he was anticipating Dusk's response in general. He was paying no attention to Pyrite, which was causing a tick to appear in Pyrite’s left eye. “I know, and you will see that I am talented enough to amuse you.” As he forced himself to swallow his disgust, Dusk could taste the bile trail running up his throat. Like they had any similarities at all. He held his nauseousness in his throat as he spoke, appearing calm and confident despite not feeling that way. “I am losing my temper.” Dusk said it in a cool, courteous manner. “Please move aside, as we have classes to attend.” He did not pick Micah or Pyrite to amuse him. The elf was living in a far more fantastical world than anyone Dusk had ever met. He knew nothing about him or the people he cared for. “Mr. Summerset! What do you believe you are accomplishing?” Mrs. Quartz entered hastily, her pale face flushed from the exertion. To compensate for the height difference, she leaped up. When she landed, she pulled firmly on his long ear and pulled him down to her level. With her arrival, the crackling air stopped, but Pyrite continued to appear tense and prepared to fight. While cuddling Word in his arms, Dusk would not let his guard down either. While he awaited the deputy headmaster's decision, he tried to keep his emotions under control. “Do not think, Mr. Howlite, that I failed to witness you toss a teacher.” Mrs. Quartz gave Pyrite a startling glare before quickly averting it. Mrs. Quartz's criticism of Pyrite required Dusk to disagree with her, but did she say teacher? “Ow! Rose, is this the way to treat a childhood friend?” Mrs. Quartz twisted her hand as the elf whimpered, turning his ear in the process. The earlier sense of threat almost completely disappeared. In front of Mrs. Quartz, he changed into a pubescent child. "Mr. Summerset, that is Mrs. Quartz at school.” Mrs. Quartz looked a little more frazzled than she usually does when she is in a formal setting. The token was reinserted into storage as Dusk sighed. Word soared toward his shoulder. Pyrite fell in between him and Micah. He had unreadable eyes. Dusk had a sneaking suspicion that the elf who brought up his ancestor's trait had blinded him. “Is that a way to treat a student? The entrance door was where I saw everything.” “You called me!” Like a kid at the store demanding treats, he drew out the final phrase. He appeared to be about to throw a tantrum. “Rosey!” His mouth let out a loud scream, and his ear received another sudden twist. When Mrs. Quartz released him, he sobbed and fell to the ground. Straightening her white robe and pink underrobe. She turned, lifted her long white rabbit ears high, and spoke with her usual grace. “I am hesitant to call this elf a fool.” The elf in question was holding his ear as tears streamed down his face, and Mrs. Quartz gave him a look of scorn. “Your class schedule has changed because this is your new magical studies teacher.” She gave Dusk an envelope that she had taken from her robes. “Your personal study has been replaced by Alchemy Studies now. Magical Studies have taken over your former Alchemy Studies slot.” Dusk put his mask on and said, "Understood," but inside he was banging his head against the wall. He did not want to interact with that elf, who was curled up on the ground for two hours each day. “Is Mr. Summerset here?” Dusk paused, trying to think of the right phrase to use. There was no way to make that sound good while simultaneously doubting his credentials. “Please let me know if he is causing too much trouble.” Mrs. Quartz politely smiled. She looked down at him while sighing. “Get off the ground, Mr. Summerset.” He covered his protruding ears while glaring at her. Mr. Summerset was caught on the ground. “He is more brilliant than he appears; he was the best in his school, attributed to numerous developments in familiar bonds and magical understanding.” “I am responsible for the tokens we use today.” Mr. Summerset buried his thumb deep in his heart. “Without me, you will still be crying when it rains and using paper slips!” His chin was raised, and he was giving them an expectant look. “That is truly very impressive.” Dusk said, not meaning the words that he was feeding the man's ego with. The dark elf faced Mrs. Quartz with sparkling eyes. Dusk sensed a headache coming on. He did not do well with people of this kind. Why did he keep experiencing all of these things? He ought to stop trying to lead a typical school life at this point. On the whole, he had no chance of doing it. “Look, my pupil recognizes my brilliance!” Standing tall, he kept his eyes on Mrs. Quartz. “You will see that we get along just fine, Rosey. Now, if you'll excuse me,” He spun around and wrapped himself in his black robes. “Dusk Wooddancer, I will see you this afternoon at East Field.” He vanished without even making a token snap. “Is he alright in the head?” Pyrite asked with his arms crossed across his chest and an expressionless face. Which was typically swaying with carefree happiness and even love, if Dusk dared to think that. “Watch what you say, Mr. Howlite.” Mrs. Quartz glared at Pyrite while scrunching up her nose. “However, he is.” Mrs. Quartz raised a hand and brushed one of her long rabbit ears. “He is young—very young for an elf. By their standards, he is about your age, if not younger.” Mrs. Quartz looked at Dusk, her lips pinned into a hard line. “He is smart; take notes from him and, if necessary, report to me each day. I will take care of his excessive behavior.” “Understood, Mrs. Quartz.” Dusk placed a hand on his chest and gave a short and quick bow. Recognizing that he would have to handle the elf by himself. “It was difficult to find someone on short notice. I appreciate your wiliness in this matter.” Mrs. Quartz gave him a head nod. “Oh, and Mr. Wooddancer, I am glad to hear that you are feeling better.” After remaining relatively quiet up to this point, Micah said, “We all are.” “I see.” Mrs. Quartz gave a small smile. “Well, if I may have a few moments of your time.” Mrs. Quartz's eyes were drained as she gazed at Micah. “I have an answer to yesterday's question. You two should get to Leadership Class before Mr. Wooddancer is late.” “I will meet the two of you there.” Upon Micah's statement, Pyrite nodded. Dusk imagined that he might be a little more disappointed or, at the very least, say goodbye more forcefully. The shift in Pyrite's attitude did not seem to bother Micah. “See you soon,” Dusk said, and they parted. It was their first time traveling alone, and Dusk observed that Pyrite was leading the way. Certainly ever since they first met. Glancing up at Pyrite. There was no toothy, wide grin. His eyes stared off into the distance, unreadable. Though he had never seen it himself, he was familiar with that expression. He had gone through it. Pyrite was getting up in his head, lost in his thoughts. Whether he should break free from them was a question Dusk pondered. Should he cut himself off from them or let Pyrite do it? “I'm okay, Sunshine.” Pyrite turned and gave him a corner-mouth smile. “Which okay type are you?” Dusk asked, knowing very well that there were different types. The one you put on to get by, the mask you present to others, and the lie you told yourself. Dusk hoped against hope that it was not the latter. “Ya are the first one to ask me that,” Pyrite replied with a thin, illusory smile that had no real substance. “Ya would probably be the second person to understand, I suppose.” Pyrite opened the door to the school. It appeared the two exuded an aura even without Micah. That prevented the whispering words and the curious eyes from getting too close. Which was what they needed right then. “The Howlite family were bred to be hunting dogs in the past.” Pyrite spoke in a soft voice that only Dusk could hear. It was almost impossible for him to do so because Pyrite's voice was so low. “This was before the best folk got equal rights; it was when we were treated like animals.” The silent understanding that some still did hang in the air. Dusk thought back to Redneval, where beast folk were seldom seen and those who were not treated like animals were not considered equals. At least from what he heard. “Elves were at the forefront of that, the dark elves, anyway. The ones like him.” “Our sense of smell is so good. That we can find a living monster hidden among the dead. Smell an emotion before the person feeling it can even express it.” Pyrite rumbled it out, his voice thick with emotion. Dusk walked a step closer to Pyrite until their arms brushed together. Offering his support in the only vague way he knew how. Wait, what did Pyrite just say? Dusk looked up so fast that he pinched his own neck. Word noticed and started rubbing his neck with his head. “Yes, worry, shock, comfort, even love.” Pyrite gave Dusk a full, toothy smile. “We Howlite's can smell it all.” “That must be a burden,” Dusk said. Pyrite thought he would be the second to understand him. He was unable to comprehend the strain that characteristic must have put on Pyrite's body and mind. Pyrite was wrong; he couldn’t understand him. “Howlite’s have a 60% chance of living to adulthood. I am among the fortunate.” Pyrite grabbed Dusk's hand and brought it to his mouth. He gave his knuckles a tender kiss that the subject lacked. “Many go insane under the weight and need to be put down or placed in solitude.” “Is there nothing in magic that could aid you?” Dusk inquired, trying to think of a way to assist Pyrite. To help his family. “Most magic is ineffective on or difficult to use on beast folk.” When Dusk approached, Pyrite cocked his head and smiled brightly before closing his eyes. “Because of this, Micah primarily snaps tokens.” “Something has to exist.” Dusk frowned. He had no knowledge of a beast folk's skills or of what was typical. Experiencing sensory overload in childhood and not surviving it? In this day and age, it should not be a problem. “I did not share this with ya in order to burden ya or let it off my chest. That elf brought up bad memories. Although I try to rise above it, I believe there is a deep-seated mistrust there.” Pyrite pushed Dusk into Leadership Class after opening the door. Dusk did not want to let that slide. His magic now served a purpose. Dusk strode into the room, ignoring all the eyes on him, as they were one of the last into the class. Sitting down, he chewed over what Pyrite had told him. He needed to handle that elf. After taking a seat, Dusk pulled his books from storage. He had to finish his classes first. He had two before lunch and two after lunch. With his teacher or tutor—whatever he chose to call himself—he would draw the line. He also had to do it. Not wanting to skip the lessons he had paid so much money for, Dusk kept his eyes on the approaching teacher. For Pyrite, not for himself, he would confront that elf. Who was worthy of more than he could ever provide....

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