Weird Dreams

Abbadon was sleeping peacefully dreaming about some of his time spent with his parents. His dream started to change drastically after remembering what Wally had said in the great hall.

The sight of his father fighting against a man with brown colored hair and brown eyes. The man was using a sword as he battled against Abbadon's father, Lucas. Lucas seemed to be losing as very hit by the sword of his brother made him take a step back.

The brown-haired man said something unfortunately Abbadon wasn't able to tell what the man was saying as the voices were muffled.

Lucas' eyes shone with determination as in a blink of an eye he disappeared for him to appear in the blind side of the brown-haired man. 

CLASH!

The sound of clashing swords boomed through the air as both of the swords collided against each other. In a split second, the brown-haired man pointed the top of his sword at Lucas' face.

The top of the sword shone as brightly as the sun and a sphere of flame appeared a centimeter in front of it. 

BAM!

The sphere made out of flames was launched towards Lucas. However, the dream of Abbadon changed.

Silence!

Everything went silent after the strange dream of his father fighting against a brown-haired man. At the moment Abbadon wasn't able to dream of anything other than pitch black.

In the darkness of teh dream, something began to shine. Abbadon felt like he could walk as he walked near the shining item he felt his breath shake, every step seeming harder to walk through.

Before Abbadon could take another step he woke up as he felt something touching him.

Waking up with a scared face, he saw a boy the same age as him with raven black hair and purple eyes. 

Abbadons squinted attempting to see the boy in front of him. "Wally? Why did you wake me up?" He said in a sleepy tone while his breath was abnormally quickened.

"You seemed to be having a nightmare youre breath was shaken and you were moving quite a lot," Wally said with a preoccupied tone, as he carefully analyzed Abbadon's situation.

Abbadon was completely drenched in sweat from head to toe, all of his bed sheets were drenched in sweat as well. His breath seemed as if he had trained for continuous hours without stopping.

"Yeah, I'm good, thanks for worrying," Abbadon said taking long and deep breaths so he could calm his breath.

"Are you sure?" Wally asked with a concerned face.

"Yeah, I'll get back to sleep, and again thanks for worrying about me," Abbadon said as he laid down on his bed once again and fell to the land of dreams drenched in sweat.

Wally nodded and went back to his bed.

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A week passed and Abbadon repeatedly had the same dream all the week. He couldn't sleep properly his eyes had dark circles under them and his focus in classes had been extremely off. He hasn't been able to learn a single thing this week as his mind is too focused on the dreams he has been having for the past week while his body is extremely tired.

Orin had noticed the small changes in Abbadon's behavior but didn't take it much into consideration but that changed father the small changes were seen every day for a week straight so today Director Orin summoned Abbadon to his office.

As Abbadon walked in the halls of the great castle of Valhalla he lost himself as he had never visited the Director's office.

Thankfully Professor Matilda found Abbadopn and guided him through the halls. As they walked they found themselves in a dead end or so Abbadon thought. Professor Matilda took her wand from her pocket and simply rotated her wand.

The wall in front of them shook and a pathway with caracol stairs was revealed. Abbadon felt a strange sensation as he walked through the stairs. He felt watched he felt that every step he took was a step closer to death. Shaking himself from his thoughts he continued to walk up the stairs. Finally, he arrived at the director's office.

A door made out of some sort of platinum and silver metal was in front of Abbadon. Before Abbadon could knock on the door the door opened itself.

As the door opened Abbadon was able to see the inside of the director's office. It was very unique with many moving frames of Vikings, knights, and others like farmers and animals. There were stairs that connected from, one side to the other as they were connected by the second floor ere many books with unique knowledge and wands resided.

The director's desk was like none other Abbadon had seen. It was made out of pure gold that shone like the star in the loneliest place, with the very dim light of the lanterns that floated near the ceiling thanks to magic.

On the desk, many papers with different names of students stood there being filled by a quill that moved by itself. Abbadon wasn't sure what the quill was written but he guessed that it was writing the reports of the students or something similar.

"Oh! Abbadon you arrived already? I thought you would take more time to find my office." The voice of Director Orin was heard but he was nowhere in sight.

Without trying to look for the director Abbadon replied. "Well I did lose myself inside the school but thankfully Professor Matilda found me and guided me here."

A man dressed in gray robes with white hair that showed his age and wisdom. The man was none other than Director Orin walking down the stairs as he had just been near the books and wands. 

As he descended the stairs Abbadon instantly felt how powerful the director was, he felt that if he made a wrong movement his head would be blown up by a quick spell.

Orin looked at Abbadon with a curious face without saying a word. "It seems like he has a great sensibility when it comes to mana, his looks changed when I walked up closer to him."

"Abbadon, I have seen that youre behavior has changed these days, you seem more tired, youre more distracted in class and overall youre grades have lowered themselves in just a week, is there an explanation for why this is happening?" Director Orin said with a serious tone.

Abbadon couldn't lie he felt that if he lied he would die that instant the amount of mana he felt from the director was enough for him to feel extremely nervous.

"I-I've had these strange dreams of my father fighting against another man. This dream has been the same for a week straight."

"May I ask who is the man you see in those dreams of yours?"

Abbadon nodded as he replied. "H-He is a man with brown hair shoulder length and a very imposing look but there are some similarities in his face that resemble my father."

Orin frowned and asked. "Tell me more about the looks of this man."

"H-He also has brown eyes and as his weapon, it is a strange-looking sword as its blade is not the normal iron color it is a crimson red color not only that but the man is able to use spells while using a sword."

Orin's face changed color, he seemed more pale than ever. "A magic sword? That can't be those swords stopped existing after the high council erased all information about magic swordsmen and the magic circles. But most importantly, the swords were all supposed to be destroyed! 

Now the situation with Abbadon's dream I guess I should tell him about the man he is seeing in his dreams, Leonard Midgar Riddelblade, his father's brother and the current head of the Riddelblade family." Orin said to himself.