Blousarry Academy

Chapter 22 ☆ Broomstick

《Sierra》

After Professor Hadiya's class, Father called me and Angelus to go to his room in Blousarry Academy for some reasons we don't know.

I knocked three times and it magically opened. "King Jared, why did you call us? Is there something wrong? Can we help?" Angelus asked.

"No, no. Everything's fine. I just er. . . I heard you two are the elements." Father said.

"Well, they told me and Angelus that we're the elements for having the blue and white dragon's egg." I told him.gb

"Oh no. . ." Father whispered. "You might be in great danger for being a royalty and an element." He said, worrying.

"King Jared. . ." Angelus spoke.

"You two, should train. Train everyday after your class in the training room. And Sierra, she still does not know how to use her power. Please help her, Angelus. I trust you. Wait, what am I thinking? I shouldn't let you two fight against Damianos. I think you should go to the other's world. Just bring your wand and broomstick for emergency. Or what if--" Father was cut off by Angelus.

"I will help. Don't worry about me. We're not going to the others. We'll stay here. We're wizards and we help each other." Angelus fiercely said.

"But--" Father was cut off by me.

"Father. I'll help too. I want to help. Don't worry. I'll try my best to train." I said.

"You don't understand. It's hard to be an element and a royalty at the same time." Father said, worrying.

"Father, I promise I'll be okay." I said with a smile.

"Fine, fine. Now, go to your class now. Remember to attend atleast five classes." Father said, smiling.

"Thank you for trusting, king. Goodbye, King Jared." Angelus said.

"Bye Father." I said.

"Goodbye." He replied, still smiling.

We went out. "We should go in Professor Dustin. He teaches sports. And also teaches how to use a broomstick." Angelus said.

"Okay. But what about Eryn and Sachiel? Where are they?" I asked.

"I don't know. Well, how would I know? Maybe they're also in Professor Dustin's class." Angelus answered. "Broomstick." He said out of nowhere.

I looked at him, confused. "Excuse me?" I said.

He looked at me then stopped. I stopped too. He stuck his hand out and said, "Broomstick." Again.

A broomstick flew somewhere towards his hand.

I gaped, "How'd you---"

"When I was fifteen years old, my Uncle, Professor Dustin taught me. Don't worry he will teach you." He answered.

"How will he teach me if I don't have a broomstick?" I asked.

We continued walking. "There's alot of broomsticks, stored in Professor Dustin's place. Maybe you could borrow one. Just for temporary use." He replied.