Shadows Of The Night

Chapter 7

"What noise?" Luther asked glaring at Beau who shrugged. She just had to summon him. 

"That noise," Kilm yelled frustratedly. 

"I think it's a low pitch frequency the shield gives off to target its intruder specifically. That must mean that the intruder is fae," she said with wide eyes. 

"Impossible," Luther commented getting up to make a cure for his roommate's hangover. Kilm didn't like him much but Luther wasn't going to let that hinder him. He was raised better than that. 

"As much as I'd hate to, he's right," Kilm said. 

Luther tipped his head with a smug smile playing on his lips. 

"You're still drunk, so you aren't thinking clearly, and, don't let that go to your head," she said. 

"Fae folk are out there somewhere and one found their way here to this humble institution," she announced. 

"Who says it's not a bad guy with powerful magic," Luther retorted, sprinkling powder after powder into a glass of water. 

"Stop your putting too much," Beau whispered to him. 

He handed her the glass as the heat began to hurt his head. 

"I'm going to lay down," he said while walking off down the hallway. 

Beau brought the glass to Kilm, who drank it in one go. 

"Is he alright," Kilm inquired surprising Beau a little. 

"No, he's burning up," she stated. "He doesn't do well in confined spaces with dangerous figures out and about," she explained sitting beside him on the couch. 

*

Meanwhile a few floors down, Jaxon sat on the couch staring dead ahead petrified. Quincy had left the room a few moments prior to the lockdown. Jaxon was worried sick, his hands trembled slightly. Why was the academy on lockdown but only a few days after he'd joined? He worried that his demons had caught up to him? He was hidden by ancient magic, though said magic was tied to Lyron who had not been in contact with him due to the strict rules of the academy. 

He stood to his feet abruptly with wide eyes. He needed to contact his guardian. With the lockdown in the process surely no one would notice. He rushed to his bare room with his duffle bag tucked in a corner. He grabbed it and distributed its contents on his bed. He brushed aside various clothing to find several different notebooks. The green notebook with thorns running along its spine was for curses and cures; the maroon-colored notebook was for common spells; the red notebook was plain and was for a little light reading. The book for which Jaxon searched was dark blue with neat little signatures scribbled at the bottom along with a short incantation that littered the cover, ‘nexum e longinquo’. He found it wrapped in his trousers. He opened it slowly. On the inside of the cover was a rune, one representing friendships. 

Jaxon hesitated should he really bother the man who has a coven of witches nipping at his ears every second of every day. The man barely had time to teach Jaxon the basics of magic.

He slammed the book shut, he needed to learn how to take care of himself. He needed to be brave. He had long abandoned being naive and he was more than capable of protecting himself. Finding the courage to do so was his problem. He had faced horrors that scarred him. He lost himself to fear years before he met Lyron. He found fear in a home with people he called family. Anxiety and PTSD with friends, it took Lyron years to gain his trust. It took him years to truly give it. 

"Hey, are you finished analyzing your life," a voice suddenly asked and a white-tipped head appeared in Jaxon's doorway. 

Jaxon turned and glanced at him.