The walls and crevices of the dungeon screamed out the darkness, and the chilly air didn't help matters. Byden lay on the cold, damp floor of his prison cell, his mind racing. He had been falsely accused of planning treason, and he had to find a way to escape. He had been in the dungeon for days, and having any hope of escape at this point was near futile. As he was lying there, something caught his eye. It was a sharp, thin rod, lying on the floor just out of reach. He knew that it could be his only chance. He stretched out his hand, straining to reach the rod, then footsteps sounded just ahead and he retreated cowardly into a corner. When the sound receded, he proceeded again, his fingers brushed against it, and he finally grasped it tightly in his hand.With the rod in his possession, Byden knew that he had to act fast and wait for the guard that would cross again. He tapped the rod against the steel gate and it made a loud clinking sound. He kept at the noise he was generating.

Jodge woke up abruptly in the middle of the night, feeling the familiar presence of the Eskern demon he had being possessed with. He lay in bed for a moment, listening to the sound of his breathing and the silence of the dormitory. He could feel the demon's anger and frustration, and it was that it wanted to talk. He sat up slowly, trying to shake off the grogginess of sleep, and then he slipped out of bed and tiptoed towards the door of the dorm room. He heard someone stir and he froze. He didn't want a repeat of the last time when Lance followed him without him knowing, so he waited, hiding close to the steel bunk of someone who was snoring. At the rate, the boy was going to wake everybody up. When he was sure no one had woken, he crept out of the dorm, holding the Eskern totem in his robe pocket.He walked through the winding corridors of the labyrinth, noticing the beastly paintings once more on the walls. He reached the open rocky space where the crack in the wall had gotten big

Lance let out a sigh, feeling defeated. He thought back to when he saw the boy who wielded the water spell and turned it to iced arrows. The power and control the boy had over the water spell had always fascinated him. He realized that was the spell he wanted to master next.But he had to be careful what his decision was. He could only learn one spell now. The phoenix had probably made it so, giving him another chance at learning something else, another chance at redemption. "There is no time, you'll have to make your decision fast" The phoenix said. He looked back at the phoenix and said, "I want the water spell." The phoenix nodded and said, "Prepare for your next water lesson, then.. Until we meet again." With a smug smile, the phoenix flapped its wings and took to the air, before disappearing in a blaze of flames.Lance stood there, staring at the spot where the phoenix had just been. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He had been chosen by the system and had the oppor

****A knock landed on professor Trevor's door, suddenly interrupting the activities of the man. Quickly wrapping the items placed on the table with a cloth already spread on the table, he hurriedly set it aside and then placed it into one of the open boxes besides his chair.Adjusting his position on his chair, he cleared his throat to give consent to the person who was at the door. "You can come in"."Oh Lance".Professor Trevor called out, his tone carrying a hint of surprise as he glanced at the figure approaching him. "Aren't you supposed to be in class?"."Good morning Professor Trevor". Lance greeted, a small smile playing on his lips. "I skipped class but I would be able to cover its lesson, can I take a seat please?". Lance gestured at the chair in front of him."Please do". Professor Trevor waved him to sit. Seeing he was now seated, he placed his hands on the table as he stared at the young boy. "What can I do for you,?".Seeing the boy keeping mute at his question, he quirk

Danica who had been crying, suddenly stopped and then had her head bowed. And when no one was watching, a slow victorious smile crept up to her lips and her eyes flashed with a menacing light.The rest of the students could do nothing but send glares to Danica whose head was bowed and of course if glares were knives, she would have been cut into bits by bits.Lamiel sent the last glare to Danica who didn't look at him and he wished she would have just looked up, just looked up to catch those glares. He wanted her to know she was not going to escape his wrath. Slowly unclenching his clenched fists, he turned around to follow his level mates out.The rest of the girls who slowly walked turned back to see Danica slowly rise and all the traces of tears in her eyes vanished and their anger could only intensify.The bitch had obviously lied. She had lied about them isolating her, she had deliberately made everyone isolate her and she had never questioned anyone about potions.What a filthy