Again.

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"Here, it's all healed, your highness," beaming, Roger spoke. 

Lydan saw the cut on his hand disappeared without a single scar, astoundingly he touched his hand with the other hand.

"Was that mending power?" Lydan scribbled. 

"I do not have any powers, your highness," Roger said. 

"Then what was that?" Lydan scribbled. 

"It was a spell, Your Highness," Bowing Roger said. "Now you should go."

"Thank you," Lydan scribbled.

A ray appeared on Roger's face, hearkening to Lydan's thanks. Lydan gave a surge and went into the delve as Roger kept bowing in his place.

"No, thank you, Your Highness," Roger muttered, smiling as he disappeared into the thick fog.

The delve was dark, Lydan persevered until his foot was stuck in a rock and he fell on his stomach as he closed his eyes in a jiffy.

...

Lydan felt his hair flutter. Opening his eyes, he saw that he was on the field rather than the rocky surface of the delve.

As he tried to stand up, his back hit a bench behind him. He saw another bench with many courses in front and two multifold courses to the right.

The little piece of grassland with countable benches was outlined with a white fence. The fog was covering the surroundings outside the hedge. Standing up, he dusted off his clothes and stepped forth toward the fence, taking off his furry fleece.

Lydan put the fleece on a bench near the fence and tried to touch the thick fog. As soon as he touched it, the fog faded and he found himself on a rocky road.

A humongous edifice with a lot of windows and stairs was in front of him; the structure was monolithic to a castle. He saw a few boys gaping at him and walking ahead beside him while prattling; they seemed the same age as him.

Lydan looked back and saw a few further edifices far down on a huge and vast grassland with huge trees then and there, and huge mountains all around this were covering the area of the academy in a circle.

"So these are Demarrow Mountains," Lydan's notion muttered.

Beautiful long lights were on the rocky road, where Lydan was standing in a muddle.

"Are you Prince Lydan?" A voice came from the back.

Lydan looked back and saw a middle-aged man with a tawny ponytail and white skin wearing a long, red cloak. Lydan gave a nod in evidence.

"I am Gage, I will be training you about spells, your highness," smiling, Gage said as he bowed while placing his hand on his heart.

Lydan gripped his pendant and a smile appeared on his face, seeing that his charm wasn't working, which made Gage baffled. 

"Nice to meet you," Lydan signed.

"Same here," Gage verbalized, smiling.

"You can understand my signs?" Amazed, Lydan signed.

"Yes, I can, Your Highness," cackling, Gage replied, "Allow me to give you tenure of the academy."

Lydan gave a nod and followed behind Gage. 

"Your highness, the edifice in your front is the factual main place where you'll be getting your classes," Gage stated as he was walking toward the long stairs of the main structure. 

Some students came out of the door above the stairs; with a nod, they heralded Gage, who was stepping on the stairs; and as they passed by, Lydan was following Gage on the stairs.

Gage stopped in front of the main door while beaming as he looked at Lydan, who had just padded up the last two stairs–Lydan was looking breathtakingly beautiful.

"In here," Gage said as he opened the door. 

Lydan entered as he saw a red aisle that goes over the long stairs in front of the main hall,  a huge glass owl as a chandelier was hanging in between the main hall.

Gage was treading forward, Lydan saw a huge glass window that showed the downtime season, and to the right same huge glass window showed the afterlife season. 

Some students were standing beside the glass window, and some were coursing up and down the stairs, descrying all of this. Lydan was astounded. 

"We have a total of seven hundred students, which includes all the Nobel heirs, aristocrat heirs, and royal heirs, including you from all the six fiefdoms," Gage said as he looked back at Lydan.

"All of them are here, I see" Lydan signed as he looked around.

"Yes, let's take a look at your classes," Gage said. 

"Are the seasons in those windows made from spells?" Lydan signed. 

"Exactly, your highness all of this is made from spells and not powers because we can not use our powers that much" Gage told. 

"Why?" 

"You will read all the history about it in your class, your highness," Gage said, "let's go upstairs."

Lydan footed up the stairs as he took the left turn, following behind Gage; suddenly, he ceased as he noticed the person in front of him.

"Your highness?" Looking back, Gage asked, "Why'd you stop? "Let's go; your classroom is to this side."

Lydan couldn't hear Gage as he was stunned looking at Ayrton, who was standing near the stairs' barricade and chattering with some students.

Lydan flinched as Ayrton glanced at him and kept gaping; Lydan took some steps back as a bloom appeared on Ayrton's face looking at him; he started to walk toward Lydan after excusing the other students.

"Why is he coming here?" Lydan's notion muttered

"Your higness?" Gage called, seeing Lydan in his thoughts while gripping the pendant when he was intruded on by a voice.

"Professor Gage?" Ayrton called out.

Gage looked back as he spotted Ayrton who was coming over; he bowed facing Ayrton; Ayrton's gaze was still on Lydan, who was avoiding his scrutiny.

"Your Highness, you're here," Gage said, bowing as Ayrton nodded.

"Yes, professor" still gaping at Lydan Ayrton replied. 

Ayrton walked by Gage toward Lydan with his gape locked on him. 

"Prince Lydan?" Ayrton catechized. 

Lydan looked at Ayrton before obviating his eye again. "I am really happy to see you again," Ayrton said with a flustered expression.

Lydan gave a questioning look with covert disdain at Ayrton, who only smiled while looking at him.

To be continued...