School of Rebellion ; SetoSolace

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Soaring through the sky would be something that one should take pleasure in. The views and the freedom that you receive is better than anything combined. You would be no longer bound to the earth; now you could be considered as a bird who has left the nest to take flight. Wonderful and astonishing views await you further from the horizon.

Or so, one would think.

Brice hated flying, especially on his electric hover board. First of all, it took up too much of his energy. Second of all, he was deathly afraid of heights. The last time he had tried to do this was when Seto took off in hopes to find that Sorcerer he'd eventually kill; otherwise known as his first mission.

Third of all, his energy.

Brice screamed as his board dissipated below his already shaking feet. His body was now weightless as he began to fall, hurdling towards the earth at a rapid speed. He eventually crashed into a jungle. Luckily, his fall was softened by a tree.

He couldn't tell where he was, but he knew he was nearing the base. His body was drained; he had been traveling over different terrains for the past day. Of course, he was like a battery. Without recharging, he would eventually die out.

He huffed, trying to regain his composure. Surely he couldn't traverse the forest by foot, but it would be worth a try. He stood up and began to walk down the dirt path. Good thing it was high noon—there was enough light for him to see where he was going.

However, he couldn't help but worry about his teammates. If Zek couldn't make it successfully back, shouldn't he be dead too? If he did make it back, how was Seto doing? Surely that brunet had the power to destroy anything in his path, just like that doctor had said.

He knew Mitch, Jerome, Adam, and Ty were a lost cause. Knowing the Headmaster, they were probably executed by now. Even if he attempted to go back for them, they would have simply served as bait. Brice was smart enough to know that if he did go back to that palace, his doom would be soon to come afterwards. Now he really wanted that Headmaster's throat.

But now everything was gone. His satchel and sword were lost in that battle. Those were his two prized possessions! Hell, that sword could have brought them to victory if he knew how to use it right! He angrily kicked a stone aside. It bounced back, hitting him in the shin.

"Fuck!" He shouted. Birds soared high in the sky, seeming to be startled at his sudden outburst.

Yeah, this is going to be one hell of a walk back to base.

***

"Tyler, we are not training Seto like a dog," Kyle angrily whispered.

It had been a day since Seto had awoken from his slumber. Kyle, Tyler, and Zek were extremely tired; they gained no sleep. It was almost as if they were babysitting a toddler—Seto was not obedient and acted aggressive. Of course, the trio knew he couldn't actually do anything without getting injured (since most of their hand to hand "fights" ended up making Seto bleed or cry somehow).

"Shut it," Tyler elbowed him in the stomach. He turned his chair, facing the brunet who sat across from them. "Alright Seto, we're going to play a little game, okay?"

"I hate games," Seto barked.

Tyler rolled his eyes, before pulling out a cardboard chart from underneath the table. It looked to be sloppily made by a grade schooler. There was light blue construction paper hot glued to the front, as well as glitter thrown all over it. The title of the piece was "TYLER POINTS." Zek, Kyle, and Seto's names were all written on the side, along with lines that separated them.