******Lance lay on the floor in his detention cell, staring at the ceiling. His mind was a blur of thoughts, trying to process everything that had happened in the past hour. Pain coursed through his body, the aftereffects of his fight with Byden Why exactly did no one want to believe him? Hadn't he proven himself enough as as someone with integrity? He had fought the evil that had reared it's head to destroy Golredot and now he was being framed? He wanted to laugh at how ridiculous it sounded. How things did change as time went by. How people were quick to forget good deeds and blame you for the wrong ones.But his most pressing concern was how he was going to come out of this mess and clear his name. He had been caught red-handed with the stolen orb, and no one believed his claims of innocence.Now another evidence lay in his pocket. Before he could make a move to remove the box Byden had placed in his pocket Suddenly, the door to the cell swung open, and Miss Eloise walked i
Mr. Einstein cleared his throat as he nervously faced Biden. "I apologize my lord. If I may ask, what transpired between you and the boy?" Mr. Einstein was intrigued by the emotional negative impact Lance had given Biden.Biden sneered at Mr. Einstein, his face contorted with anger. "That little brat dared to lay his hands on me!" he spat venomously. "He had the audacity to fight me and try to steal what was rightfully mine!". He paused and then raised the sleeve of his robe. "Look at that! That brat hit a spell on me!". He pointed to the large red blistered wounds on his hand and then gritted his teeth in fury."I see," Mr. Einstein said cautiously. "And what do you plan to do with him?"Biden's eyes narrowed, his lips curling into a snarl. "He will pay for his insolence," he growled. "I will make sure he suffers for what he has done."Mr. Einstein couldn't help but feel a sense of dread as he watched Biden speak. Biden turned back to Mr. Einstein, his expression darkening. "But for
Professor Blackwood stormed into his office, his face red with anger. He couldn't believe how Professor Trevor had publicly reprimanded him in front of the students. He muttered curses under his breath as he rifled through his drawer, searching for a book to calm his nerves.Just then, there was a knock at the door. "Come in," he called out, not bothering to look up.The door creaked open, and in stepped Mr. Einstein, his usual dark clothes casting an ominous shadow on the floor. He raised an eyebrow at Professor Blackwood's dark expression and asked, "Is everything alright, Professor?"Professor Blackwood let out a deep sigh and shook his head. "No, everything is not alright. Professor Trevor just publicly reprimanded me for calling Lance a thief in front of the class."Mr. Einstein's lips curved into a knowing smile. "Ah, yes. I suspected as much. You see, Professor Trevor has been giving preferential treatment to Lance.""What? How do you know that?" Professor Blackwood asked, his
Lance stumbled back into the dungeon, still weak and shaky from his injuries. Glenda rushed to his side, her eyes filling with tears as she took in the bruises and cuts on his face."Lance, are you okay?" she asked, her voice trembling.Lance managed a weak smile. "I'm okay, Glenda. They patched me up pretty good in the infirmary."But Glenda could see the pain in his eyes, and she knew that he was far from okay.A guard came in and instructed her to step out of the prison and she did so, going back out of the dungeon. As they watched, a guard locked Lance back up in his cell. Glenda and the rest of Lance's friends - Liam, Frank, and Mara - watched in sorrow as he disappeared from view.Miss Eloise came back and approached them with a sad expression on her face."I'm so sorry, children," she said softly. "I wish there was more we could do to help Lance."Glenda's eyes flashed with anger. "This isn't fair," she said, her voice rising. "Lance is innocent. We have to do something to pro
Miss Eloise walked through the dimly lit corridor of the school's underground dungeon. The only source of light came from the small windows near the ceiling, which allowed a faint glimmer of sunlight to penetrate the darkness. The walls were made of rough stone, and the air was chilly and damp.She carried a tray of food, which consisted of a sandwich, an apple, and a small leather skin that contained water, a stopper made of cork was used on it to prevent spillage. As she made her way down the corridor, her thoughts were consumed with worry for Lance. She didn't know if he had indeed stolen the forbidden objects or if he was innocent and had been wrongly accused. Her mind had been in turmoil after she had tried to read Lance's thoughts, but she had felt nothing.When she reached Lance's cell, she found him sitting on his bed, staring off into space. "Hello, Lance," she greeted him softly. "I brought you some food from the cafeteria."Lance looked up at her with a sullen expression.
Lance couldn't believe what he was hearing. Prof. Blackwood, who had been his accuser, was now trying to free him from the dungeon? Lance blinked in disbelief, trying to process the conflicting emotions he was feeling.After a few moments, Lance stood up and looked at Prof. Blackwood with a mix of disbelief and anger. "I don't understand. You were the one trying to convict me, and now you're trying to free me?" he asked, his voice tinged with skepticism.Prof. Blackwood's smile quickly vanished, replaced with an annoyed expression. "I'm giving you a last chance to think carefully, Lance. Don't make a decision based on emotions. Take your time and give me an answer when you're ready," he said.Lance knew what his answer would be. "I don't need your help. Prof. Trevor will prove my innocence," he replied firmly.Prof. Blackwood's eyes narrowed in anger, but he quickly composed himself and gave Lance a tight smile. "Very well. Stay strong and be patient while you're being proven innocent
The evening had descended upon the school, casting a warm glow across the campus. The sky was painted with hues of orange and pink, indicating that the sun was setting on the horizon. Most students were either hanging out with friends, participating in extracurricular activities, or heading back to their dorms after a long day of classes. Some students were practicing spells, while others were engrossed in their textbooks, trying to complete assignments. Some were walking in groups, chatting and laughing, while others were playing games on the field. As Glenda and Mara continued to walk back to their dorm, they passed by several students who were either rushing to finish their assignments or simply enjoying the cool evening breeze.Liam and Frank bid Glenda and Mara goodbye as they reached a corridor that led to different routes to their different dorms. Glenda and Mara continued walking towards their dorm, but as they approached, Mara suddenly stopped and turned to Glenda."Mara, wh
Glenda was up before the dawn had even begun to break over the sleepy medieval town. She dressed quickly and quietly, careful not to wake her slumbering friend, Mara. The only sounds she could hear were the occasional snore from some of the other students and the rustle of blankets as some stirred in their sleep.She made her way through the dimly lit corridors of the school, her eyes scanning the shadows for any signs of life. But all was quiet and still. She moved swiftly, her feet barely making a sound on the creaky wooden floors.As she approached the entrance to the dungeon, she was met by two imposing guards. They looked down at her with suspicion and demanded to know why she was there."What's your business here?" one of them asked."I have permission from Miss Eloise to visit Lance," Glenda lied confidently. "I was asked to check on him and bring him some food."The guards narrowed their eyes and asked to see her pass."I must have left it in my room," Glenda said quickly, tr