It was a week before the rumors and unethical clamor began to die down. Aires was sure that he would never live down “the most epic fight of the semester”, as most of his peers were calling it. But, just like an evening candle, the chatter eventually got snuffed out. Thankfully for the ice elemental, there was always some new propaganda that replaced the old. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could take ignoring curious eyes and muffled whispers that he could hear as clear as a bell, much to his surprise. The only one who hadn’t addressed him about the whole situation was Anton, likely due to his long stay in the infirmary. Aires still ached throughout his body, though, unlike Anton, he wasn’t on crutches. His pride wouldn’t allow more than one night in the infirmary, much less the embarrassment of having help wherever he went. His rival was beginning to get much more attention now that he’d been injured. Girls were turning their attention to his mild scars. All Aries saw was a bruised ego, as Anton had to show off his new scars to nearly everybody who asked. But he didn’t care that the insecure male was hogging the attention. Although people were giving Aires more of a cold shoulder recently, he mostly preferred it that way. Of course, he couldn’t fend off all of the females in Saint Scholar’s school. Just after the last period of the day, Aires was sure he was home free to hit the library. He hadn’t read anything since the hardcover novel Mr. Caligari had returned. Everything about his visit seemed cryptic, whether or not the teacher knew it. The puzzled student couldn’t get over the intensity of his presence in that small hospital room and he hadn’t read a book since. Today was to be different. Aires was determined to rid his mind of all that week’s horrifyingly irritating events with a steady stream of fiction and perhaps a technical manual or two. Before he had a chance to even walk to the right building, he was bombarded by half a dozen teenaged girls smiling widely, glossed lips eager to ask several questions all at once. Aires tried not to cringe. “So we were wondering if you…” began one girl. “…the all powerful Ice Prince…” added another. “Right, right! Would the most excellent Ice Prince in all of his glory care to grace us with his presence at—“ “No,” replied Aires bluntly.