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The celebration was sweet, short, and tangy. Zek didn't choose to stick around and to watch their happiness, he wanted to figure out the truth—his lies. He was always like this; a person who'd stop at nothing until they would find out the truth behind a spindle of lies. Yet, it seemed to have dragged on further than he could anticipate; it would be a tough case for him to crack.

He sat alone in his dark house that was about two houses down from Brice's. They were having a small hangout that would be filled with fun and games, Zek was invited of course but he was a no show. He held the glowing black creeper faced amulet in his hand, examining it. There wasn't much to it, but what stunned him the most was that Seto and the Sorcerer both had it. The only difference were the colors.

Maybe he was just losing his mind over these past few days? It was Thursday after all, nearly one week since Seto Kaji had arrived at the School of Creation. He was strange, almost like he illuminated with mystery and lies. Zek wanted to find the full truth behind those lies.

The raven haired male stood up, stretching. He checked the time, 18:01 (6:01), and decided it would be a proper time to leave the house. Yesterday seemed as if to be too perfect, the brunet and his companion found the Sorcerer's direct location a bit too abruptly. It should have taken a whole day to find the Sorcerer within the depths of the Ashe Forest, but for them it only took about three minutes. Was it a possible lucky guess? That'd be impossible.

He grabbed his leather jacket, his headphones, and his phone. He put on his four wristbands; two on his left wrist and two on his right. He put on his mismatching converse shoes that were red and blue and finally left the house. The sun rested on the horizon, almost about to set. The shop that Zek planned to go to would be open by now, but it would be a hassle to get there from his location. He sighed, shoving his deeply into his pockets and began to walk.

'Maybe I'm just imagining things.' Zek thought to himself, taking out the amulet from his pocket again. It illuminated brightly within the darkness, it stung Zek's eyes. He shoved it back into his pocket.

Everything he was questioning seemed to never add up to a Sorcerer's purpose of going to the School of Creation. If Seto was /hypothetically/ a Sorcerer, wouldn't he be after Brice? Seto seems to have no interest in the blond at all, despite knowing the fact that he is the Prince of Hybrids.

Scratch that off the list.

Was he learning about the Hybrid's behaviors? It seems plausible, but Sorcerers would already know that, they just seem too logical. Besides, they seemed to be more technologically advanced than Hybrids, so the point would be useless—they would win the war with ease and exterminate all Hybrids. The thought of a whole race being erased seemed to send shivers down his spine.

Maybe Seto was a rogue Sorcerer; wanting to get away from the pressuring of being a Sorcerer. It would be the best explanation for all of this, for as he did kill his own kind. If he would be rogue, though, that would mean he would be of high rank, which would explain a Sorcerer coming to the Golden City and specifically attaching him. Maybe Kyle was some kind of friend of Seto and they're posing as siblings just to escape.

All the possibilities made Zek's head pound.

He managed to leave the grounds of the School of Creation and head towards the direction of the shop. Ten minutes elapsed and he was already there, standing in front of a huge elixir shop owned by one of his close friends. He pushed the glass door open and stepped inside. The usual smell of chemicals flooded his nose and made his eyes water.

"Hey Zek!" Zach had greeted, falling out of his chair while waving.

"Hey." Zek simply replied, strolling to the counter and giving a high-five to the other. He was dressed in his usual attire; a black V-Neck, two black wristbands, a black belt with a gray buckle, black jeans, and sunglasses that rested on the bridge of his nose.
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