"In the wizarding world, even if you're someone's student, you still obey the rule of equivalent exchange. Knowledge is most valuable to wizards, so, what can you give me in return?"
A figure in the darkness revealed its bloody mouth. "If your talent isn't enough, your life will be!"
The figure lunged at Angor. Angor felt the world in front of him breaking apart. The last thing he knew was lying on the ground, covered in blood, while someone was standing beside his corpse, laughing maniacally.
Angor bounced from his bed with his back wet with cold sweat. His enlarged pupils were filled with panic and fear. It took some time for him to calm his breath and wipe off some sweat drops from his forehead.
"A dream…" Angor rubbed his temples. He sighed, "And I hope it stays that way."
Gentle sunlight shone through the window and cast mottled shadows on his soft hair, waking the little creature sleeping inside.
