Chapter 4

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Lance's POV

I walked to the dorm with Aaron, the orange-haired boy from earlier. As we entered, I gasped in awe.

This place was huge!

There were two sides of the room; the left a silver color with sky blue and gold highlights with a white bunk bed in the corner and the other a bright green with orange and yellow highlights with a green bunk bed in the corner. The ceiling was decorated to look like the night sky and the light was actually a crescent moon with a star in its center.

"This is sic!" I shouted, propping my suitcase against my birch nightstand and climbing up the ladder. Aaron just laid his suitcase against his bed and scooter into the far corner of the bed. I turned to him.

"You okay, Aaron?" I asked. He sighed.

"Maybe I should trade rooms with someone or bunk with my friend Axl." He said. "After all, I don't want to be a bother." I slid down the ladder and sat down next to him.

"Let me guess; you running off the theory that all Richmond's are cruel to the lower-class of wealth?" I asked him. He nodded.

"My family can't afford fancy clothes, since the only job they had were mechanics in Silvan." He confessed. "After Malcolm attacked, we couldn't find a job, and lost money. My parents were always drinking and one day they actually thought that if-if they got rid of something they had to pay for, then they might survive. So-so they got rid of. . ." Aaron burst into tears, his face burrowed him his knees. I patted him on the back.

"You don't need to tell me the rest; I think I know. They. . . they got rid of a sibling?" He guessed. Aaron shook his head.

"Worse." He claimed. "I'm an only child. They could've sold anything; a car, wood, clothes, food, anything, but they. . . they gave me up to Monstrox himself. He was supposed to deliver kids to Malcolm as soldiers, but the night before he did, he opened my cage and freed me. Gave me food, water, clothes, a dagger, and a map. Said something about only shipping kids who wanted to fight. He told me to go to Nothing Hill, since there was a miner girl called Seri and her foster father Tony that would hide me. I wish I could find them. I got lost along the way, and Axl's family found me. That's how I ended up here." I growled, then gave Aaron a hug. He needed the brotherly love. After all, who in their right minds sells their child to a warlock to make money?! Only jerks, that's what!

"If I see your parents ever again, then I'll make sure to punch their rotten faces into oblivion." I told him. "Nobody has the right to sell their child for a few coins." Aaron looked at me, disbelief in his puffy eyes.

"You-you would really do that?" He asked. I nodded.

"To be honest, I'm not really a Richmond. When I asked my father why we acted superior, he grounded me. When I asked my father if he could be nicer to the lower class of wealth, he whipped me. And when I went with him to Nothing Hill, I saw him shouting at a man with a pickaxe and a bunch of townsfolk hiding behind him, demanding for the child and shouting threats like saying that if they didn't give him the girl, then he would burn down their town. That was when I decided that was the last straw."

"What did you do?" Aaron asked. I smirked.

"I pretty much tackled him and shoved him into the mine, then threw rocks at him." I confessed. "He was so ticked off that he grabbed a pickaxe and swung at me. Just then, there was this flash of light, and all I saw was this. . . I don't know if I should tell you. You probably wouldn't believe me." Aaron snorted.

"People just told us that a Silvana lived in the woods, Malcolm was in the woods, a girl's parents had been murdered because they were close to King Evan and Queen Amanda of Silvan, and the king enrolled his daughter of free will into the school." He stated. "I think I can believe what you saw." I chuckled.

"I saw a girl with angel wings and bronze locks of wavy hair block his pickaxe with a shining silver sword, then kick him in the gut and shout 'Krej uoy ,enola mih evael¡' and then this massive fight broke out, and the girl shot silver feathers out of her wings and shouted 'Uoy denraw I.' and then she blasted him into my mother and said 'Em raeh uoy ,yap lliw uoy ro em tuoba enoyna llet ton retteb uoy¿¡' so my parents grabbed me, scampered off like mice, then treated me like a tool, then gave me up to Monstrox." I told him. "After that Monstrox helped me get here. I took the monorail, but I sat in a compartment with this other girl I didn't know that was singing a song. She was the girl whose parents were dead." Aaron smiled.

"Well, maybe she's in the same dorm as us." He guessed. "Speaking of which, why don't we go to the dorm's living room to meet them?" I smiled.

"Sounds good to me!"

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