Lance's head was spinning and his heart was racing as he tried to make sense of what was happening. He felt as if he was in a dream-like state, but the panicked looks on his friends' faces told him that this was all too real.Glenda's hand was on his arm, pulling him towards her. He could see the fear in her eyes, but she was trying to be brave for him. "Wake up, Lance," she said, slapping his cheeks gently to try and bring him out of whatever trance he was in. Lance blinked twice and looked around the room. All the students in the Arcane repository were staring at him, and the Professor's face was twisted in a frown. Lance's heart sank as he realized he had caused a scene.He blinked again and turned to look at the floating figure he had seen earlier. Its eyes had moved, he was sure of it, but now the figure was still as if nothing had happened. Was he hallucinating?Lance felt Glenda squeeze his hand, and he turned to look at her. She gave him a small smile that didn't quite reach
As Lance entered the room, he noticed that the professor had just emerged from an inner chamber with two small flasks in hand. The blue liquid looked particularly ominous, with a faint glow emanating from it that seemed to pulse in the dim light. The pink flask appeared to be relatively harmless, but something about it still made Lance uneasy.Nevertheless, he hurried back to the group where they were still observing some artifacts. Lance moved closer to Glenda, nudging her slightly to gain her attention. Glenda turned with a frown to see who had nudged her and when she saw it was Lance her eyes widened a bit. "What took you so long? We are almost done here". Glenda said searching his hands to see if he took something along with him."Nothing," Lance muttered with a frown, his eyes going over to his three friends, Liam, Frank, and Mara who had cast strange looks at him and then looked away, listening to the new teacher.His eyes darted around the room, examining each student closely
Lance and his friends rushed into the classroom, breathing heavily from the sprint. They quickly made their way to their usual seats, exchanging whispers and excited chatter as they settled in for the day's lesson. As they waited for the teacher to arrive, Lance fidgeted in his seat, eager to learn about the telepathic spells that they were going to study.Finally, the door creaked open, and a tall, lanky figure walked in. It was Professor Northwood, their teacher for the day. He had a gentle smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye as he greeted the class and introduced the topic for the day. "Good morning, class," he began, his voice clear and resonant. "Today, we're going to be delving into the fascinating world of telepathic spells. These are spells that allow you to communicate with others using only your mind. It's a complex and powerful branch of magic, and I'm excited to explore it with you today."Lance leaned forward in his seat, his attention fully captured by the profes
The bell signaling the end of class rang, and the students began packing up their belongings and making their way out of the lecture hall. As Lance and his girlfriend Glenda made their way out, they couldn't help but notice the critical looks the other students were casting their way. Lance's three friends, Liam, Mara, and Frank, walked alongside them, trying to offer support.As they walked down the hallway, Lance could hear the whispers of the other students. "There goes the thief," one student muttered. "I can't believe he's still walking around here," another chimed in.Glenda squeezed Lance's hand tightly, trying to offer him some reassurance. "Don't listen to them, Lance," she said softly. "We know you didn't steal anything."Lance forced a smile, trying to stay positive despite the accusations against him. "Thanks, Glenda," he replied. "I just wish there was some way to prove my innocence."As they turned the corner, Lance suddenly stopped in his tracks, causing Glenda, Liam, M
As he saw the angry expression building up on Lance's face, he couldn't help but smile devilishly. "What brings you here, Byden? You know very well that you're not allowed within these walls," Lance said sternly, approaching Biden with caution.Byden's smile widened as he replied, "Oh, I'm just here to collect something that belongs to me." Lance raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying Byden's excuse. "And what might that be?" he asked, his voice laced with suspicion."Haven't you heard that curiosity kills the cat, boy?". Asked Byden whose smile never left his face."Well, lucky for me, I'm not a cat. How kind of you to worry about me. But I'll take my chances with curiosity, rather than living a life of boring ignorance as you do. Are you not tired of sneaking around where you are loathed and banished from, Byden?". Lance stared at the man as he talked, holding his wand tightly and ready to attack again.Byden's smile slowly dropped off his face. "I see you are the ignorant one here,
******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