Free Draconic Testament by Zac Atie

areas that he definitely had to shape up in, such as Biology, which he had forgotten mostly, due to Veronica, but that could easily be rectified in the time he had now. But, the whole investigation being over, and feeling as if nothing could replace the rush he felt trying to take down bad guys like some sort of hero had put him in an awkward situation. He got out of bed, and put on his clothes from yesterday, not bothering to try to fix his hair, or wash, or anything. He had to go and see if the killer was still out there, if any more glowing silhouettes appeared, just something for him to focus on. He tiptoes down the stair, since the time was 7AM, and his mother was still sleeping. He went outside, and walked off to the Haven. As he got closer, he began to rush, and clamber through the hole, excitement building up, like a drug addict fixing for his next hit. He got to the platform and closed his eyes. Nothing. He saw nothing, except Veronica, but he didn’t really care about her. He cursed, angrily, and put his face in his palms, and rubbed his face. His mood sank back down to depression, as his excitement siphoned away. He could see the glow of the Haven from here… and on closer inspection, he realized that it wasn’t actually a silhouette. He pondered why this was for a moment, thinking that maybe that it was different between people and between areas, but there he realized that the medallion also had a glow, not a silhouette. Was it because the silhouettes were actually human beings, and not objects? Somehow, he doubted that. He could feel this was different. Veronica felt like she was giving off a warning sign, while this Haven seems to comfort him, and make him feel light. He examined the platform, seeing nothing new that he’s seen over the years. Then he tries with his eyes closed, and focuses deep into the haven. He feels something a little different… something that could be manipulated and pulled, much like what the medallion was doing… and he could reach it, with his mind, not physically. He ended up grasping the presence, and pulling it towards him. He felt it enter his chest, and his body began to feel different, but no other noticeable changes than that. And then nothing. Sebastian got angry, stood up, and cursed, throwing the amulet, though the chain caught of his wrist and it went nowhere. He wished the whole world would burn for tormenting him like this and at that moment, a flame sparked at his fingers, and dived off his hands as he tried to throw the medallion. He jolted, and yelled with fright, and the flame hit the platform. The flames started to rise, and was about the spread, so Bastion scrambled to his feet and stamped it out, leaving a scorch mark in the ground. What just happened? He thought of flame as this sort of odd magical presence entered his body, and ended up shooting a fireball? Before he could ponder any further, he tried to deny it ever happened, and went back home. He began to feel... different, after that. His depression began to fade.

Sunday. Weekend had nearly finished, and he had to revise for the exams started immediately next week. Of course, revising was something he was going to have very little time to do, because of course, this is around the time that Talia knows that she is going to get nowhere in the exams without Bastion’s help, so she’s going to drag him to the Haven to teach her things that he already knows. Of course, there usually was a rather pleasant reward for the deeds that he underwent. He felt better since yesterday, though the felt that the Haven had gotten old with him now… he still didn’t know what to do with himself… he felt like having company, having a shoulder to lean on, and he figured Talia would be a good place to start… so he figured he’d set up a pre-emptive strike on her, and figured he would invite her out to revision before she got the chance to bother him later, once he had his claws in the middle of something. Bastion