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
The afternoon sun streamed into Prof. Trevor's office, casting a warm glow on the faces of the teachers gathered there. However, the atmosphere was anything but warm as the tension in the air could be felt by everyone.Prof. Trevor sighed heavily and rubbed his temples, clearly showing his exhaustion. The other teachers in the room were growing more and more displeased by the minute. They exchanged annoyed glances, their eyebrows furrowed and their lips set in tight lines."For the last time, I am not going to expel Lance!" Prof. Trevor growled, his voice laced with frustration. Prof. Craig's eyebrows cocked up, and he spoke with equal frustration."But, Prof. Trevor, if we don't take a strong stance on this matter, more students will rebel and the policy of discipline will be neglected!" Prof. Craig's tone was stern, and he was clearly displeased with Prof. Trevor's decision.Miss Eloise, who had been sitting quietly in the corner of the spacious room, frowned but said nothing. The r
Miss Eloise froze as if time had stopped. Her heart pounded heavily in her chest, and her mind went blank. She couldn't believe what she had just heard. Mr. Einstein, the man she had respected and admired, had just ordered for her arrest. She felt a wave of fear wash over her as all eyes in the room turned toward her. She stood motionless, staring at Mr. Einstein with wide, terror-filled eyes.Prof. Craig, who had been crouched beside Prof. Trevor, trying to resuscitate him, stood up and looked around the room, trying to make sense of the situation. He could feel the tension in the air, and he knew that something terrible had happened.He shouted for another teacher to go call the healer, as the one who had gone previously hadn't arrived. Then, turning to Mr. Einstein, he asked, "Why have you ordered for Miss Eloise to be arrested?"Mr. Einstein walked over to the trolley where the herbs were and pointed at a black liquid that had accidentally spilled onto the trolley. "There was pois
The man moved with the grace of a predator, his steps cautious and deliberate. He tiptoed across the cobblestone floor, his boots barely making a sound as he made his way to the dungeon. His eyes darted around, scanning the area for any signs of danger, his hand always at the ready to draw his sword if needed.As Prof. Craig approached the dungeon gates, his expression was tense and urgent, his eyes scanning the guards for any signs of trouble. When the guards recognized him, they quickly unlocked the gates, allowing him to pass through without delay.Once inside, Prof. Craig wasted no time in making his way to Lance's cell. His fingers fumbled nervously in his robes as he searched for the keys to unlock the door. But just as he was about to call out Lance's name and free him, he was met with an unbelievable sight. His eyes widened in shock as he took in the scene before him.*** Lance paced back and forth in his cramped cell, his steps echoing off the cold stone walls. He couldn't s
Lance stared with a gaping mouth at the vanished wall, his heart racing with anxiety and excitement. As Lance stood there in the silent room, he was torn. On one hand, he was desperate to leave the dungeon and return to the safety of his dorm room, to go back to classes, to meet Glenda, and spend time together with her and his friends, play games, and listen to their taunts. On the other hand, he was greatly disturbed, considering if he was to be found roaming around and free, more allegations would be levelled on him. As he debated his next move, he heard the sound of keys jingling. His heart leaped into his throat, and he spun around to face the entrance of the room. It was then that he saw Prof. Craig standing there, his expression one of shock and horror.For a moment, neither of them spoke. Lance could see how wide Prof. Craig's eyes were as he stared at the vanished wall. Lance was about to explain when Prof. Craig asked in what was a whisper, asking him what had happened here