*******Lance didn't realize where he was. Was this some part of Golredot?He remembered he'd taken a sip from the Nirvana the class had been instructed to prepare. His heart thudded in his chest. "Hello!?" He shouted into the blackness. But there was no response. Where was he? And why was everywhere pitch dark. It was just the dim lights at the grocery store, and the moths that flickered around them.The Grocery store. That was his store, where he worked and was fired.Nothing made sense, what had happened? Few minutes ago, he was in a contest with Jodge, if he could call it that."Lancccee""Lancccee" A voice called in the distance. The night was dark with dim bulbs around the Grocery store and everywhere was silent, empty. Why were there no cars? What was the time? And who was calling him?"Lance" It didn't sound far again, it was close by. And he turned to see who it was. And there a beige skinned woman with long brown hair called to him. She wore a worn out Hawaiian go

The Front door of the Lyceum opened and Professor Trevor entered dressed in a caramel long sleeve robe and black coat draped across him. The hall went silent as he came in. Lance heart skipped a beat. What was he doing here? Was he here to call him out? Had he finally suspected that something was up with him? His big secret? What was he going to do if that was the case? He had just started to blend in with this world, to like it and become one with them, his new life. Was Golredot's system too cruel to deprive him of it now?Professor Trevor stood on the front of the Lyceum, his robes rustling. "Good evening young ladies and Gentlemen" He addressed the student wizards gathered before him. The students, including Lance, sat in their desks, attentive and curious."I hope you all enjoyed your meals, and it suited your taste?" They all murmured something in response. "Well we are trying to see that we provide you adequate nutrition that you need.So we are implementing what we can to s

*********The next day was another boring day of classes. Except Lance had learnt to not make presumptions when it came to the magic teachings here in Wiccan. They could be as wicked as they were effective and adroit. And he had learned not to play with them. They were going to be learning the Immotile spell today as he'd been told by Liam. Lance and Liam walked through the winding stairs, their footsteps echoing through the stone walls of the class castle. "That was a hectic one wasn't it?" Liam said. "You mean?" "With Jodge." "I have better things to think about... though I admit he pops up in my thoughts sometimes." "How did he go from being our friend to a complete jerk" Liam said more to himself than that he was asking a question and Lance didn't bother answering.As they reached the top, Lance saw Glenda and they exchanged a smile and a wave. Glenda's bright black eyes sparkled as she came over to them."Hey" She said with concern. Apparently from the look on his face, he

*********But he was worried he might be rendered unconscious in front of the beast. He'd no longer be able to immobilize the beasts, and would instantly become it's next sumptuous meal. . He turned to Liam, "Where are we even supposed to be going"Glenda, ever the optimist, tried to reassure him. "You'll be fine, Lance. We'll all be here to help you.""I'm not scared." Though he clearly was. "We ought to have some form of direction, compass to navigate the bushy paths."But Liam, ever the realist, interjected. "We have a compass alright... just search for the markings of a boundary line and you have your spot... I believe they are scattered throughout this forest" Frank butted in "And how do we know how to identify the lines" "You are dumb you know" Liam snapped at him. "Tell me how you can't spot a marking if you come upon it?" "Maybe it is magically hidden..how do you think it'd just be easily discovered" Frank responded, a smug grin on his face. Liam didn't respond and everyon

***The lights flooded into the Apothecary, and the windows were opened so that Lance could recieve enough fresh air. He was in the medic ward of the Apothecary and Miss. Eloise, the keeper here, searched the black wood shelves and cupboards that housed the items and healing ingredients and potions. When she'd gathered what she needed shebcamr back to him. Lance lay on the white sheeted bed in the that had a wooden cabinet. He was thankful for the comfort it provided him, it was much better than his bunk bed in the Fort. His shirt was removed and his back exposed, to reveal the five long slashes across his back. Glenda sat beside him, wringing her hands nervously as Miss Eloise readied an olive colored salve and applied it on his injuries and around them. Lance jerked away reflexively from the salve. "Relax" Miss. Eloise said. "This won't hurt..it will actually numb your skin receptors to the pain until I am done stitching you up" When she was done applying it. She prepared a stitch