Mage's Curse

Shadow Boy

Seto doesn't sleep. He lays on his bed, looking at the netherbrick above him, counting cracks in the maroon, trying to ignore the waves of emotion pulsing through him.

"23, 24, 25, 26..." That's all. 26 cracks above him.

He sighs and sits up. Sleep is just a dream tonight, knowing that he won't close his eyes and be brought away from the day.

He looks at the door Quill had used, other than the mirror portal.

"Hmmm...." He quietly hums. He could look around. But is that a good idea.

Seto, looks down at himself, red pajama pants and a black shirt.

"Eh, oh well."

He takes light, barefooted, steps towards the small wood door with clean iron bands holding the lightly burnt planks together.

He brushes the doorknob with is pale fingers. Charcoal brushes off.

He clasps his hands around it and turns the knob, opening the rickety door slowly, exposing nether brick halls, winding stare cases, and redstone torches.

The large intimidating building spikes a question though. He came here through a school basement. How?

Illusion maybe. He had been told about the Creators bringing pictures to life, Bonks and Brice being two of the three themselves. How hard could it be to mask a lone facility as a simple school?

He concludes his thoughts by walking forward into the stretching hall.

Only a few steps in, Seto feels a tap on his back. He turns around, to see a tall boy with silver hair, red eyes, and a long black and grey jacket. Only one problem though, how did he get there?

"Hello?" Seto asks.

He waves crookedly.

Seto shuffles his feet. "So... who are you?"

The boy shakes his head.

"What can you not talk?" Seto jokes, but then looks at the boy's expression saying that is the case. "Oh, I'm sorry."

He nods.

"Am I not supposed to be here?" He asks.

The boy looks at Seyo and shrugs.

"Are you supposed to be here."

Another nod from the mute.

"What is this place?" Seto asks.

The boy suddenly cringes with wide eyes. He dissolves into a cloud of shadow and silver shards.

"The heck was that?!" Seto yells jumping back, only to bump into someone. He turns and jumps once more. The boy.

He still has the blank expression on his face.

"W-who are you?" Seto asks.

Another shrug.

"W-well you have a name don't you?"

A nod.

"What the bloody hell does that mean?" Seto asks. He has a name, but doesn't know who he is.

The boy closes his bright eyes.

"Can you write?"

He nods.

"Wait one second." Seto runs into his room and brings a pencil and a notebook.

He meets the boy once more. He hands the boy the items.

"Can you tell me your name?" Seto asks.

He writes down something really quick, and hands him the book. But there are only to characters written. 5m.

Seto is about to ask about that, but he disappears once more. This time he does not return.

"Should I really go any further?" Seto asks himself.

He turns around and heads back to his room, saving exploration for when he is more informed about his surroundings.