Timeless Decisions

Seeking help

Morgian strode across the campus the next morning, his eyes scanning the students with a hawk-like intensity. He noted their movements, their expressions, trying to detect any signs of the chaos he knew Blanc had unleashed. But everything appeared normal on the surface—students chatted, laughed, and went about their usual routines. Morgian frowned, feeling the weight of his concern settle heavily on his shoulders.

He met up with Zevon by the lockers, the two of them finding a quieter corner away from the bustling crowd. Zevon was leaning against the lockers, fiddling with a small, intricate gadget, his usual air of arrogance and nonchalance intact.

"I tell you, something is wrong, Zev," Morgian insisted, his voice tinged with frustration.

Zevon looked up from his gadget, his expression one of mild annoyance. "Oh really? And what would that be, Morgian? Your paranoia or my imagination?" Zevon drawled, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "You're starting to sound like a broken record."

Morgian's jaw tightened. "I'm serious. I felt this weird chill, like something was off. I thought it might just be me, but now I'm not so sure. Things don't feel right."

Zevon sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes. "You know, Morgian, maybe you're just overthinking things. Ever think of that? It's not like the campus is going to crumble because you had a cold shiver."

Morgian shook his head, frustration evident. "I'm telling you, there's something more. It's like the atmosphere itself has changed. People are acting... strange. Not in a way you'd notice right away, but it's there."

Zevon's curiosity was piqued despite himself. He straightened, setting his gadget aside. "Strange how? You mean like people are acting differently, or is it more of a feeling?"

"More of a feeling," Morgian said, his gaze drifting over the students once more. "It's subtle, but it's there. I can't explain it, but I know something's not right."

Zevon studied Morgian for a moment, his expression thoughtful. "Alright, let's say you're onto something. What do you propose we do about it?"

Morgian shrugged, his frustration giving way to determination. "I don't know yet. But if Blanc is behind this, then it's probably part of a bigger plan. We need to figure out what's really going on and if it's affecting people in ways we can't immediately see."

Zevon raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical but willing to humor Morgian. "Fine, I'll play along. But if it turns out to be nothing more than your overactive imagination, I'm going to have to start charging you for my time."

Morgian cracked a small, appreciative smile despite the tension. "Fair enough. But if we're right, we'll need to act quickly."

Zevon nodded, his demeanor shifting slightly as he considered the possibility. "Alright, let's see what we can find. But remember, if this turns out to be a wild goose chase, you owe me a coffee."

With that, Morgian and Zevon set off together, their conversation drifting to more specific details as they began to investigate the subtle changes Morgian had sensed. Little did they know, the true extent of Blanc's curse and its effects on the kingdom were only beginning to unfold.

Meanwhile, Red and Chloe wandered across the campus, their eyes darting around for any signs of the curse. Despite their best efforts, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The campus was alive with the usual chatter and activity, and the students appeared unaffected, their emotions seemingly intact.

They reached the bleachers and sat down, both of them visibly tense. Red stared at the empty field, lost in thought. "We need to talk to someone," she said decisively, breaking the silence.