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Chapter 4: EXO

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Excerpt from Chapter 3 of Dragons: A History of Mixed Blood and Magic, Written in the year 611 A.C.

The Dragon Council

The Dragon Council was created, along with the four Heartstones, to preserve peaceful relations between the Dragon factions.

Each elemental faction elects 3 representatives to sit on the council; humans are also allowed to vote.

Every year, the Council Leader position rotates to a different faction. Fire, Water, Earth, Air, Fire, Water, etc...

With the recent situation concerning the absence of the Earth Dragons, each faction has added another representative, keeping the total number of Councilmen at 12.

The Council has been the ruling body concerning the ongoing war, organizing groups of fighters and spies.

Personally, I think it would be a fine decision to focus a portion of their efforts on finding the missing Air Heartstone, rather than attempting to steal the Earth Heartstone back.

But that's just this humble scholar's opinion.....

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The dining hall was always packed at this time of night, and Luhan collapsed into his seat with a groan.

He was starving, and the line was impossibly long. To make things worse, today was Sunday... aka the day Luhan had to catch up on all the homework he'd been putting off the past weekend.

To be fair, he'd actually been attempting to do his homework earlier in the day (and had actually been making good progress)...until some dumbass Fire Dragon had caused a miniature explosion in the library.

Luhan's afternoon had pretty much gone down hill from there.

He'd been cooped up on the 3rd floor of the West Wing, completely focused on his reports, when the explosion had happened. The librarian, usually a mild-tempered woman, had promptly discovered his hiding place and roped Luhan into helping clean up. He'd been lifting fallen bookcases and stacks of books ever since.

Luhan loved his powers, had worked very hard to fine tune his ability to move objects through the air, but he was about fed up with being the person who was always on clean up duty.

He sighed and thunked his head onto the table.

The only good thing that had come from the whole mess was the fact that Minseok had also been roped into cleaning. Luhan had gotten to spend a whole 2 hours with the guy.

And they'd probably spoken all of two words the entire time.

That was, statistically speaking, one word per hour.

An accomplishment.

Luhan was not a shy person; he regarded himself as being quite personable and friendly... but when it came to Minseok, it was like hitting a brick wall.

The quiet 23 year old was as cold as the ice he was so renowned for making, and Luhan always found himself searching for something to talk about. His goal in life wast to engage Minseok in an actual conversation.

Preferably one that lasted longer than two words.

Which was sad.

Luhan been around the guy (read: stalking) for nearly 4 years now, and still wasn't sure if Minseok had even registered his existence.