The spirit of Devfronds

12. The Toe Biting Sword

"Hey Calvin!" Braedon exclaimed cheerfully.

"Breaden! It's ten in the night. Everything okay?" Calvin asked, eyes squinting because he had turned the light on after semi-sleeping for a while. 

"What? Of course I am okay. What would happen to me? I thought we were partying today!" He said, a little confused, "Wait, you were sleeping?" 

"It's ten in the night, and we barely had any homework, of course I am sleeping." Calvin said, yawning, "What gave you the idea that we were partying today?" 

"Well, you said that your parents are not home and we don't have any immediate assignments. What was I supposed to think?"

"You were supposed to think that since we are not studying today, we'll have a good night's sleep."

"What?" Braeden exclaimed, sounding way to surprised for Calvin's liking, "You actually study at nights?" 

"Wait, you mean to say...never mind. Now that you're here, let's have a movie night. I couldn't sleep anyways."

Braedon poured, "That's not what I meant with party. At least, I hope we are watching horror." 

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Calvin woke up to the sound of his old, human, alarm. He smiled remembering the days he used an alarm instead of just using his phone. He instinctively looked at his bedside table for his phone and then remembered where he was and how phones didn't exist here.

 He found a note on his table. It was old type of paper, the sort used in manuscript. A parchment. He hesitatingly reached for it, wondering if it would break at touch.

It didn't. It was surprisingly tough for all it's fragile looks.

Dear Calvin,

I know, we went away the very next day we came. We were not planning on going today, honestly, but we needed to go today, after the whole fiasco with Finney.

Your mom says I used too many commas, but I am too lazy to write it all over again. It's so good to write with a quill again. And no, don't you dare make a Harry Potter reference.

We have breakfast ready in the kitchen. Its looks gross, but try it. Its a specialty of air kingdom. 

I don't know how long we will be, but Heather will make you lunch. 

Go have a house tour. Mathew only got the main areas clean, so don't panic if some of the rooms are dust filled.

Have a good day.

Yours,

ABC 

Calvin sighed. His dad was never going to let him live down that. After writing informal letters for English Grammar all day, he had accidently written ABC instead of Calvin, and his dad never forgot it, or let him forget it. 

The breakfast was a red-ish, goo-ish, liquid-ish stuff. It didn't look very edible, but trusting that his mother had not warned him of any practical jokes from him dad, he took a bite.

It was amazing. 

There was no way to describe it. It was sweet and sour and spicy and crunchy and soft at the same it. And somehow, it blended perfectly. 

The bowl was soon empty and he went to tour around the house. 

He had already seen the kitchen and his room. He hopped into another room.