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His sleep was restless. The silver haired teen tossed and turned in his sleep, plagued by nightmares of his past. Evaliir was use to this since it seemed to happy every other day, so the dragon was perched on the edge of the bed waiting for her rider to wake. Thankfully, the middle of Michael's nightmare was interrupted by the screeching of the warning bells causing him to jerk upright in his startled state. His breathing was heavy and sweat drenched his being as a hand found its way to his forehead to support his drooping head. They were getting worse, those dreams. After taking a moment or two to gather himself, Michael took a look around his rather empty room before his light blue gaze landed on Evaliir. Something is wrong. Very wrong. Michael made no response to his dragon as he exited his bed, kicking the sheets off as he rose. They were going to be expected to go to the Ceremony Hall.
After quickly washing his face and changing his clothes, Michael and Evaliir found their way into the Hall and took a seat towards the back of the place. The loudness of the chattering didn't much bother Michael, but it was all the different thoughts racing through the room that did. He was trying to figure out exactly what was going on since he suspected this wasn't a regular Ceremony, but there were too many people to try and filter through. Releasing a long, exhaled breath, the five star rider slumped back in his chair. He was just going to have to wait just like everyone else. He didn't have to wait long, though. A hush fell over the crowd as the headmaster took the stage. The news he delivered was unexpected. Michael had been at the academy since his youth and nothing like this had ever happened before.
The speech was not drawn out and no detailed information was given other than they knew it wasn't an accident. It was no secret that a lot of people disliked Jorin and his mount, but Michael couldn't think of anyone who would legitimately attempt to kill the rich kid. For a while, Michael remained seated as the noise once again rose within the hall. Some people were panicked while others seemed to brush it off, not at all concerned with Jorin's safety. It wasn't until Evaliir nipped Michael's fingers that he came back from his thoughts and into focus. Perhaps he should mention to the masters of the school the situation that arose yesterday with Jorin picking on a one star. He doubted the information was relevant since one of the masters already knew about it, but Michael couldn't shake the feeling that this attack wasn't just about petty revenge on Jorin.
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