Connor Pallitan isn't normal, he's known that since the day he was born. Left alone in the woods, cloaked in protective fire, its a wonder the boy survived for a year. But eighteen? A miracle.
But then, all hell breaks loose, and it's up to Conner t...
⠀⠀⠀⠀"You all are insane." Felix concluded, pacing back and forth in front of his fire place, newly lit and fiery. "Absolutely insane!" Connor flinched as Felix insulted them. Rested on the couch, leaned against the armrest, his hand clenched into a fist as he attempted to ignore the man's insults. He glanced at Emile, who was leaning against the fire place, one arm folded, biting his thumb nail, eyes locked on the dark Peruvian flooring, a rug placed in the center of the room, which had a coffee table just above it. Books of many kinds scattered across it, Emile seemed entranced by those books. Though Connor didn't quite know why.
"Are you finished?" Emile finally asked, his tone sarcastic and annoyed as his arms fell to his sides and he looked over that Felix, who was still pacing, and didn't show any signs of stopping. "This isn't the first insane plan I've conjured up, as you obviously know. And that one turned out just fine."
"For you, maybe," Felix scoffed, "I got stabbed!"
"It wasn't fatal, Felix. I made sure of it." Emile retorted, and though he hadn't moved an inch, Felix seemed persistent on getting in the mage's face, burning with anger.
"Okay okay, you two can work out your own problems alone, but until then, Felix we need your help. You're our only hope." Connor finally spoke up, standing from the couch, accidentally nudging Gracyn with his leg, who was still sitting on the floor, where he had fallen asleep. "You called Emile your friend, and you help friends!"
"Oh I'm not going." Emile regretted to inform them, holding up his hands, standing up straight. Connor's face twisted from fear to shock in a matter of moments, "I know this matter concerns /all/ of us. But nothing will get me to step into that court."
"Why not!?" Bex piped up, standing up from the opposite end of the couch. For the entirety of this debacle she looked undeniably bored, but the idea of Emile avoiding the court seemed to trigger her need to object. Felix looked at the three of them, and then back at Emile, shocked.
"You-...You haven't told them!?" Felix whisper-shouted, obviously feeling betrayed, "how much to these people even know about you, Emile!?" Emile sighed sadly, crossing his arms as his gaze returned to the floor. "How much, Emile!?"
"Almost nothing." He mumbled regretfully, and the room went silent.
"Know about what?" Gracyn asked, now on his knees and in the process of standing, his face had the unfamiliar look of betrayal written all over, and it was visibly obvious that the sight was painful for Emile to see.
"You really are undoubtedly reckless, aren't you?" Felix spoke with a sour, angered tone. Turning away from the group, staring blankly at the wall in thought, he huffed. "I will help you." He finally decided, "on one condition."
