Tales of Flaming and Silver Jewels
The sky had turned black, it was an hour past midnight. The Academy Campus was silent. There was still a light or two open, maybe some students were studying or God knows what they were doing at this time of night.
Arcane Dorms…
"Ah! It hurts…"
Lear who had been lying asleep all this time finally woke up as he tried to turn onto his side where he had the wound on his stomach.
"Where am I?" Lear mumbled as soon as he realized that he was looking at an unfamiliar ceiling.
He immediately woke up and remembered what had happened.
"That b*stard, I am gonna kill him…" Lear muttered in rage sprang up onto his feet.
A pain immediately jolted Lear's whole being and his stance turned weak, "Maybe tomorrow but I won't let the b*stard go!"
Lear sensed that everyone was in their room and hence didn't make any noise.
He got up from the bed and walked out of the room feeling thirsty.