Dorin opened his eyes at the sound of hoofed feet.
“Good afternoon, Horatio, Damien,” he called out to the two figures approaching from the other side of the forgotten wall.
“Good afternoon, Dorin.” Damien answered back. He looked at Sebastian who lay fast asleep on the forest floor, his head on Dorin’s lap. “How is he fairing?”
“He’s just... sad.” Dorin placed a hand on Seb’s head, stroking his silky black hair. “I think he needs more rest.”
Damien got off the white horse he was riding and knelt before the two young mages. He had a flask with him which he handed to Dorin.
“What is this?” Dorin asked.
“It is a broth to quell sadness,” replied the groundskeeper. “It will help.” he placed a hand on Seb’s shoulder. Seb quivered, a large tear fell from his cheek. “He will be fine,” said Damien standing up.
Sebastian stirred and opened his eyes. He looked up at Dorin, then at Damien. His eyes filled up with tears at the sight of the
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One Way Talk ... Phasma Phase/Book 2 has come to an end! Thank you for reading Phases 1 and 2 of Phasma! Carefree days are over as the new school year begins, coupled with new challenges, battles, mysteries and danger that seem to follow our characters everywhere they go. Book 2 Phase 3: In Which Alliances are Made comes up next! The group of friends 'pick-up' a mysterious young man they found unconscious on the ground on their way back to the dormitories. He seems to know Dorin, but calls him a different name. Who could this dark skinned man be? What does he know about Dorin? And what, exactly, is he? Expect more action and adventure, as dangerous families come out from the shadows to have a bloody reunion and students are pitted against each other to win points for their group, and win favors for the rest of the school year. Stay tuned for the rest of
The sun sets as another day ends in the prestigious campus of Aubrianne University. Three new friends walk the pathway towards the Magic Division’s Dormitory. Long shadows fall on them from trees that line the way, faded by the electric light from the lamp posts the university installed for the students’ added security. “Seb, remember what happened the last time we passed this way?” Dorin asked his sworn bother with a laugh as they went on their way. Sebastian didn’t seem to have heard him. He had his hood back over his head. It was shaped strangely, for a small white bird, a caladrius, was currently sleeping beneath it as it perched on his shoulder. “What?” their new aquaintance, Johan, asked curiously. “What happened?” He looked at his two companions as he held on to the sleeping dragon draped over his shoulder. “That was the time when we were jumped by those wizards from the Capital,” Dorin answered his own question. “They were wearing invisible cl
When Dorin and the rest finally got to the Dormitories, they were surprised to find a lot of students waiting for them. “Sebastian!” their dorm mate Nathan called out to them, “You’re finally here!” Seb stepped back as their friends made their way towards them, with the rest of the Dorm residents at the back. “Is it true?” Robert asked them, looking at Johan, then at Seb, “That you both have familiars now?” “Huh?” Johan sounded surprised. “It’s all over the campus!” Stephen said, “That you have a dragon familiar...” “And that Sebastian has a caladrius?!” continued Rylie. “Can we see them?” Robert asked, eyes beaming. The rest of the people behind them nodded their heads. [I’m afraid they are currently sleeping] was Seb’s reply. He slowly lifted his hood and showed them the two beasts sleeping on both sides of his shoulders. Whispered oohs and ahs filled the hallway. “A real dragon!” Marcus said in his de
“Vincent...” Professor Morell held the boy tight, his voice quivering. “I can’t believe it’s really you...” “Hey, you’re crushing me!” Vincent cried. Professor Morell finally let him go, staring at his face with such longing in his eyes. “Okay, mister, you’re really freaking me out here...” Vincent said with a frown. “Just who are you anyway?” “It’s me, your brother Randalle...” the professor said, to which he was answered with a snort. “Idiot!” Vincent jeered, “It’s true my brother Randalle is older than me by 12 years, but he’s not an old geezer like you!” The professor stared at him. He then pulled back his right sleeve and showed Vincent a birthmark shaped like a dagger. Vincent’s eyes widened. “You have been gone for almost 16 years.” he told the boy. “Of course, you don’t recognize me...” his voice broke. “But hey, I’m not even in my 40’s yet, so don’t call me old geezer!” he said playfully, touching the boy between the e
“So, where are Dagon and Azra?” Dorin asked as they went their way up to the top floor. [They flew off when the others made a fuss over them.] Seb wrote. [They’re probably back inside our room.] “Which reminds me...” Johan suddenly stops on mid step to face his companions. “Why is it so easy to enter our rooms from outside?” he asked. “Ah,” Dorin grinned, “You see, I kinda broke the seal on my bedroom window...” he said apologetically, “You see, I like to sleep with the window open...” “So, this time, it really is your fault!” Johan said with irritation. “Don’t worry, I’ll fix the spell as soon as we get back.” The three of them continued walking till they reached their room. Dorin stared at the camera by the staircase and waves at it. “Seems like it’s working fine now.” He grined as Seb took out his class card to open the door. “Haah... what a day...” Johan sighed as he sank into the sofa. Azra and Dagon came out to gr
“Master Johan.” Johan stirred in his sleep. He had been dreaming about his mother. Of the small stifling room which smelled of old fish. Men would come at night, sometimes two, sometimes more, and ask of her. He would take them to the small room – just a small enclosure in the old abandoned shack they lived in. The walls, if you could call it that, was but an old tarpaulin they salvaged from one of the abandoned tunnels in the old mine. It was held up by two pieces of timber of varying height and nailed to the corner of the room. His mother always sends him to his gran whenever she had guests. There, he would listen to gran’s stories, and maybe get a bite to eat if they were lucky. She always had a way with words that somehow fills you up even if all you had for breakfast was half of last night’s stale dinner. When ever she told her stories, her golden eyes would shine in the darkness, and the lines in her face would seem to fade, as if revealing the princess
When Dorin woke up that morning, he was surprised to find two things. First was that Sebastian seems to be holding on to him. This was strange, since Seb hated being held on to while he slept. He even hates to be covered by blankets. He once woke up to a kick in the gut when he mistakenly thought he was hugging a pillow, but Seb doesn’t seem to remember anything when he wakes up. The second thing was that the sun was already up. Dorin always wakes up on time. Yes, he might be a bit hard to arouse while he sleeps, but once he sets himself to wake at a certain time, he was always sure to awaken at that said time. He stretched himself and looked at Seb who was partly hidden under a blanket. He noticed the arm then. Dark skin. Dorin leapt out of bed, pulling the blanket with him. He uncovered Vincent who groaned in his sleep. “What the hell is he doing here?!” Dorin mumbled to himself. He quickly went out the room a
When the group finally got to the mall, the first place they visited was the clothes store. They met Mar with a very timid Benette there. As promised, Dorin bought Johan 3 new shirts. Vincent went straight to a fashion boutique to buy his clothes and showed the sales person a signet ring etched with a black sun with an eye in the middle. The clerk bowed his head slightly and showed him the latest items in the store. “What’s that?” Johan asked while Vincent instructed the clerk to bill his brother from the University. “It’s the Morell seal,” he told Johan proudly. “Members of the main family always wear this wherever we go. I seem to have misplaced mine though,” he added, “so I borrowed my brother’s ring.” Vincent took three big bags full of clothes from the counter and thanked the clerk. He then took a separate bag from the rest and handed it to Johan. “Here, this is for lending me your shirt.” he said with a smile. Johan looked inside