Castor Academy

Chapter 11: Attack of the Flying Dustplumes (+AU Note)

Okay, so I just decided just for fun, I'll be turning this old note into Chapter 11 because I do not want to delete this message. Even though it is completely outdated and doesn't matter that much anymore. Oh, well! IDC to you haters! 😋

And also, please forgive this terrible author for having to make you endure boring chapters until right now. Sorry, and thank you for reading.

And P.S. WATTPAD JUST REPLACED THIS ENTIRE CHAPTER WITH A WHOLE BUNCH OF WHACKY LETTERINGS JUST AS I WAS ABOUT TO FINISH!!!!!! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DO THIS TO ME?!?? WHY?!?!??!??!???!!!!!!!!!!!??!?? 💢😡💢😡💢😡

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I AM DEEPLY APOLOGIZING FOR THE RIDICULOUSLY LATE UPDATE DUE TO ME BEING AWAY ON VACATION. A reader's worst nightmare, and a writer's most scariest fear. 😱 Will have to work overtime for the next update. Just needed to tell you that ahead of time, before I get angry and eager-beaver readers demanding for the next chapter. GOMEN 'NASAI!!!!!!

And for those who don't understand that, LOOK UP A JAPANESE DICTIONARY YA LAZY BONES. Dōmo arigatōgozaimasu! (I hope I wrote that correctly. 😅 Oh well!)

-Nikki D.

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Hey everyone~! Finally finished the new chapter and posting it up in a few minutes. I'll be tearing this note down soon, but I'll keep it up just until I get back from vacation. 😄

Enjoy!

P.S. And yes, it's true that I also hate skydiving. And roller coasters. And skiing. I wasn't born on the slopes you know! If you're wondering what I meant by that skydiving part, please refer to the title of Chapter 9.

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Dres warily eyed the Hippographs-no wait, was it Hyper beams? Gryphons? Ah, you get the idea!-as they stepped closer to the group. Normally, he shouldn't be afraid of this kind of stuff, right? Because back at Castor Academy he was the reigning champion in the First Year's Battle 24 class for a few months now, right? Uh yeah, quick rewrite of that, because you guys forgot a few important little details.

One, that was back at school.

Two, that was back at school, with all of his opponents being Castors.

Three, that was back at school near a nurse's office where he could go if he got hurt, and with all of his opponents being Castors that weren't trying to kill him. Not ferocious and hungry Creatures that were out for his blood! Now do you understand why he has every right to be freaked out right now? Because if you still don't get it, I won't even bother repeating myself.

"-es, duck!"

Dres yelped and scrambled to the side, as the front most Hippogriff's (finally, he got the name right!) claw slammed down into the ground. Dirt and dead decay were flung everywhere from the impact, temporarily blinding Dres' vision.

"Treyton, look out!"

Dres yelped once more as razors sliced the air over his head. He saw a few strands of black get swept away to the side. They slowly floated to the forest floor and rested there. Dres gulped when he realized what it was. His fingers ghosted the top of his head where a small portion of his hair used to be. Well, at least there wasn't a bald spot or anything. Now that would've just been plain embarrassing.

"Treyton, get your head in the game, already!" Remi yelled out, taking out her spell book and slamming it against her arm, much like the others right now.

"I-I'm trying!" He jerked down to the side to avoid his opponent snapping his head off with that huge beak. "Whoa!"

"Hate to interrupt your coaching," Mira yelled sarcastically, ducking a wild slash made by the Creature she was facing. "But incoming at four, Remi!"