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Chapter 6 - Welcome to Brookings, Don't Get Boared

Three days later, Miles arrived in Brookings, Oregon. Lancaster had insisted that they drive the whole trip from Richmond, Virginia to Oregon, saying that no one knew where the academy was and Necron could easily trace them from plane tickets and records, or any other means of public transportation. Dr. Lancaster parked the car and he, Dawn, and Caspar got out. Miles followed their lead.

"We're here," said Lancaster.

Miles looked around in confusion. They were where? There weren't any buildings in sight. All Miles could see was giant palm-tree-looking pine trees surrounded by lime-green grass. The air was cool, refreshing, and pure, like that of a beach.

"Uh, Doc?" Miles spoke up. "There's nothing here."

"Well you don't want someone accidentally stumbling upon a top-secret training facility of underage teenagers with powers that shouldn't exist, do you?" Lancaster replied.

"Um, no," said Miles. "I guess not."

With that, Lancaster trekked off into the vast surrounding of trees. Miles, Dawn, and Caspar followed, getting annoyingly hit by the leaves and branches that Lancaster was throwing out of his way in front of them. Miles attempted to keep up with which ways they were turning, and also keep track of where they came from. It didn't work out very well, especially since he didn't even remember how they had gotten into the pine tree area to begin with. Eventually, Miles gave up and followed behind his new friends.

They had been walking for a couple minutes when Miles heard a rustling behind him. He stopped. The others, who had not heard the sound, just continued walking. Miles strained his neck to see if there was anything or anyone there or if it was just his imagination. It was most likely just his imagination. He had been on edge ever since what happened at his father's work. Miles sighed and had started to continue walking when he heard it again, a crunch this time. Like someone stepping on a twig, or a pile of dry leaves. Miles stopped walking. The sound stopped. Miles starting walking, and the sound continued. He was being followed.

"Hey, guys?" Miles called.

They turned around and looked back at him. They were a good ways ahead of him now.

"I heard something, I think somebody's..." Miles was cut off by a roar and looked behind himself to see a wild boar stampeding towards him. The boar hit Miles with his head and Miles flew back against the trunk of a tree. He groaned in pain. "...following us."

Caspar teleported over Miles. Or, that's what he meant to do, anyway. He ended up on the other side of the boar, his eyes wide. He soon corrected his mistake while Dawn distracted the boar with whatever powers she possessed, Miles couldn't remember. Caspar teleported close enough to Miles the second time.

"Excellent prognostication, mate," Caspar commented, helping Miles up. Miles looked at him, confused, and was about to ask what the word meant when a loud boom shook the earth. Miles looked over to see the boar, lying on it's side asleep. Dawn stood over it, looking proud.

"Bloody hell," Caspar teleported over to her and put his arm around her. "Remind me not to insult you as much, yeah?"

Dawn smirked and was pushing him off when she toppled over onto the ground. The boar stood behind her, snorting. It had rammed it's head into her back. Caspar picked up and stick, threw it, and yelled, "Fetch, boy!", grinning all the while. The boar turned to him and started to charge forward, but Caspar flipped onto it's back with ease and rolled off the other side. He seemed to be having a little too much fun. Miles ran over to the boar and struck it with his fist, as hard as he could. The boar stumbled back a flew steps, and then, another boom. It fell sideways onto the ground, hopefully for good this time.

"Nice one," said Caspar, grinning at him.

"I don't think he was really into your stick," Miles said.

Caspar shrugged, "Works with dogs, and how different are they, really?"

Miles shook his head and turned to Lancaster, who was helping Dawn up.

"What the hell was that?" he practically shouted. "I thought this place was supposed to be safe!"

"It is, it is," Lancaster replied. "Wild creatures here are very rare, most are tamed. Besides, we'll be installing a security fence soon, so wild animals won't be able to get in."

"So isn't there supposed to be a training facility here or something?" asked Miles.

"Yes, we're coming up on the academy, you'll see."

Miles looked at Caspar and Dawn.

"He's right," said Dawn. "The academy is great. And so are the surroundings. You'll love it, believe me."

"What she said," Caspar wasn't paying much attention, sniffing at some sort of fruit he had found on the ground.

"Okay, so where is the academy?"

Dr. Lancaster pointed in one direction, turned to the side, turned again, and apparently found his bearings. "That way."

They continued on. Miles seemed to be the only person that was the least bit concerned about a wild animal almost killing them all. It made sense, though. If the Doc had brought Caspar and Dawn along to get Miles, it probably meant that it wasn't their first rodeo. The way Caspar seemed so chilled out when facing danger and not even reliant on his powers, and even the way that Dawn seemed so in control of her own, they had experience. The only question was, how much was real life and how much was training? It all just made Miles feel weird. Like the new kid at school. There had to be other kids at the academy, though. They probably felt the same way.

Two sore legs later, they came out on a clearing. It was like a big circle. Surrounding the circle in the front were tall trees like the ones they had come out of. In the back, the ocean crashed down, coming up on shore. It was a round, giant opening of sand. A massive beach. And in the middle of the massive circle, a building stood. It looked like, well, an academy. It was a school building, no matter how you looked at it. The only odd thing was that the tall brick building was standing in the middle of a circular beach, surrounded by was looked like sword fighting rings, a shooting range, and more odd outdoor activities. There were also several cabins scattered around.

"What is this place?" Miles asked, overwhelmed.

"Brookings-Harbor." said Dr. Lancaster proudly. "Or as the kids are calling it, Fandomania."

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Chapter 6 - Welcome to Brookings, Don't Get Boared
April 02, 2019
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