Spitfire

Theodore stood in front of the palace of Salvatore waiting to be called in. He was so nervous, would Alistair be there? Would he recognize him? What about that cruel brother of his?

"Azazel are you okay?" Gad asked him.

"I am fine." he answered.

"You don't have to be so nervous. You are just here for appearance sake. You won't have to say anything. The elders and master will handle everything okay?" Theodore nodded.

Theodore looked around, he was surrounded by a lot of creatures who he had thought only existed in books.

Elves with their sharp point ears, devils who looked terrible, Gad had told him that devils were descended from demons through an experiment which had gone wrong.

Fairies with their tinkling laughter, Ghosts with their pale transculent skin. Werewolves who looked fierce and peered at everyone suspicously.