"Okay boy," said General Muller as he started the jeep, "what are you doing here?" he asked, "Does your mother know you left Monarch Forest?"
"No, Sir." replied Dorin, too worried about Seb and his mother to want to examine the wonderful gears and gauges inside the jeep.
"What got into your head to want to come here of all places?"
"I wanted to attend a class, Sir."
"A class? What kind of class? A military class?"
"No sir. A photography class, sir."
"A WHAT?" bellowed General Muller. "You travel hundreds of miles, defying your mother, risking all sorts of danger, just to attend a damn photography class?!?"
A knock on the window behind them.
"What is it?!" the general barked, hanging his head out of the driver's seat.
"Sir, we need to stop by the Sky gate, sir!" called Margarette before they got too far from the gate they just passed. General Muller hits the brakes, nearly sending the cadet flying off the jeep. He took the key card from Dorin and gave it to Mar.
"Hurry up." he growled. Mar jumped off the back of the jeep with the 2 key cards and ran back to the gate house. She soon arrived, carrying Dorin's satchel and Seb's coat. The jeep was running again as soon as she mounted it.
Seb thankfully took his coat back. He fumbled through one of the inner pockets and pulled out a blue vial which he emptied in his mouth. Soon his breathing became regular and he was able to sit on his own, in spite of the bumpy ride.
"You're going straight home after this, boy." said General Muller.
Dorin was silent, eyes forward. Finally he opened his mouth. "With all due respect sir, I still have to finish my photography class." said he.
"Do you have any idea what you have already done?" hollered the general, then in a softer tone, "If the upper brass find out about you, they would never let you go." he hissed at the lad beside him, a scowl on his face. "The kind of training you went through can not be compared to the ones in this University. You do not fit here. Just look, you have already gotten a civilian involved!" he noticed the lad flinch.
"It's true, everything is different here." Dorin said quietly. "But that's exactly why I want to stay." General Muller looked at the boy, his head hang low, his fists clenched. "There's just some things that you cannot learn through books or special lessons." Dorin continued, "There are things that only experience can teach." the boy looked at him sideways, his eyes giving off a golden gleam. "Would you deprive me those lessons, Marcus?"
The jeep suddenly came to a screeching halt. Seb hit his head on the back window, trying to listen to the conversation inside the cab. Lieutenant Benette fell over him while Mar held on to the rails, half of her body flung over the roof.
"What is this photography class you speak of anyway? How long do you expect it to run?" said the general, facing the boy.
"Just two more days, sir..." Dorin replied rubbing a lump on his head that was beginning to get bigger. "Tomorrow's the second day, then I can go home the day after that..."
"You'll go home tomorrow night..."
"But they hand out certificates on the next day..."
"Okay, boy, but no more extensions!" the general finally gave in, his face turning red, "You go home the day after tomorrow. I'll bring you back myself."
With that, the group finally got to the Magic Division's Infirmary which was located between the East Dormitory's Male and Female houses. Sebastian was brought in to get his hands looked at, Margarette and Lieutenant Benette for minor bruises and scratches, and Dorin for a lump on his head. Major General Muller, on the other hand, went to get his blood pressure checked.
The nurse just stepped out of the room they were gathered in, when the general returned with Professor Althea in tow.
"What have you lot done now?" she asked as she went to Dorin's side and bumped him on the head. She was wearing a lab coat, her wand in one of the pockets. On her chest, a metal ID plate said 'Dr. A. A. Althea MD' and under the name, 'Internal Medicine Magic Department'.
"It was a weapon malfunction, au- professor..." said Dorin rubbing his head, "It just blew up. Seb tried to shield me from it and got injured instead."
"But I still can't believe you got out of it unscathed..." said Mar examining Dorin's arms.
"I always have a thin layer of defensive magic on, that's why it didn't affect me..." said Dorin.
"That's why the explosion in the dorm kitchen hardly fazed him." added Professor Althea.
"What explosion?" asked General Muller, his face turning red again, "You mean, this is the second accident already? Or are there more?"
Seb fumbled inside his coat, but both his hands were bandaged, particularly his dominant right hand. He pulled out his slate clumsily and tried to write with his left. [nOT hIM] he wrote in squigly lines [CheCK GUN].
Major General Muller took the gun that was left on top of an examination table and looked it over. It was not long before he noticed the small switch at the bottom. His face darkened.
"What's with the gun?" asked Althea.
"The safety is on." said the general on a low voice. "I think I got the gist of what happened." he faced Dorin who looked at him questioningly.
"But if the safety switch was on, there was no way Dorin could have used the rifle." Mar mused, "Why would it blow up?"
"It would if you were a powerful mage who knew only vaguely how a riffle works." explained General Muller, "All you had to do is simply 'make' the riffle do your bidding."
"Dorin?" Althea was expecting for an answer. Her nephew kept his gaze down.
"The rifle wasn't charging..." he said, "So I forced it to flow into the bullet and out of the tube..."
"Thus the explosion." finished Mar.
"Even so, none of this would have happened if he just stayed at home!" General Muller grumbled, "What possessed you to use a rifle anyway?"
Dorin looked at Mar who reddened. "I'm sorry, Sir." she said in attention, "I was the one who mentioned about magical weapons to Dorin..."
"But I was the one who insisted that I try to use one!" Dorin defended his friend.
"And it was that idiot Robinson who turned the safety on." finished the general, "That stupid thimble brained idiot! No wonder he wanted to take the rifle back."
"But it's really amazing how he pulled that off with the safety on," Lieutenant Benette cuts in. "It makes you wonder just how strong his aptitude for magic is..."
The others went silent.
"Who's this?" asked Althea with a thumb, "another witness?"
"I didn't notice him still there..." Mar was covering her mouth.
"Eh?" Lieutenant Benette's eyes widened. He was starting to wish he just kept quiet, after all, he has a talent for being inconspicuous.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of 'that' one." General Muller said absentmindedly, "I didn't notice it follow us inside..." he looked at Seb and Mar. "What about 4-eyes and carrot top here?" the two felt threatened.
"They are with me." replied Professor Althea. "These are Sebastian Revius and Margarette Gunnar."
"Gunnar... Sounds familiar" General Muller scratches his stubbly chin, "ah yes, Gunnar Knights, and this is... Revius..." he suddenly brightened up, "Oh, the young Silver Tongue! That makes my job easier then!" The professor suddenly kicks his shins. "OW!" he yelled, accompanied with several explicits, "What is it now, woman!"
"Watch it." she said with a glare fit to kill. She faced the students and stopped at Dorin, "You best be on our way, aren't you expected to be in the kitchens at 5?"
"That's right!" he replied wide eyed, "What time is it?!"
"It's quarter past 5..." said Mar.
"No worries. I'll inform Ms. Ermingard about the incident." said Professor Althea with the wave of a hand. "I thought I could keep you out of trouble by asking her to put you in kitchen duty, guess I should have just told you to stay put in the Dorm."
"Eh? The kitchen duty was your idea, aunt Agate?"
Agate looked at Dorin angrily. "Don't call me aunt." she reminded him. "Now go back to your dorms!"
The students hurriedly took their leave, but before Lieutenant Benette could pass the door, General Muller and Professor Althea were suddenly by his side. "Going somewhere, boy?" asked the General
"Sir!" the medic saluted nervously, "Rest assure, sir, that I won't tell a soul about what transpired this day, sir!"
"What makes you think that we would trust you?" said Professor Althea.
"P-professor Althea... I have always wanted to join your team since the first day I entered university..." he continued, "B-but... my family wanted me to join the military like my father and my grandfather..."
"Hmm... yes, Benette sounds familiar too..." mumbled general Muller. "I think you have 2 other brothers in higher ranks..."
"Sir, 6 more brothers, sir..." he remarked. "But I am not keen at taking lives, so..."
"Ah yes, the Yellow Benette." General Muller said again "I remember now."
"Marcus." Althea warned.
"What?" the general asked innocently.
"Still we must take steps to keep this from the others." she readied her wand and faced the young lt. "Just my luck," she grins wickedly, "I've always wanted a combat medic under my wing...
Later, Agate Althea opened the door to the passenger's side of the jeep. On the driver's side sat Major General Marcus Miller. She sat inside and closed the door.
"Is this thing clean?" she asked her old friend.
"Of course. Who do you think I am?" said the general. "I may be in the military but that doesn't make me any less of a mage."
"So, how long have you known?" she asks. The other sat in silence. "38 years, Marcus, that's how long we've known each other, and yet..."
"Well, you know how geists work..." Marcus says.
"Answer the question Marcus, how long have you known about Dorin?"
"Hermionne contacted me when the boy was 3, said he needed physical training." he took a deep breath and sighed long. "Now that the cat's out of the bag, I can finally speak of it... she said the boy was growing soft. Turned out a R- . . . a R... well anyhow a nanny spoiled him rotten. We had to train him to harden him up a bit."
"Train him for what?" asked Agate.
"... I'm afraid I can not tell you."
"What did you teach him then?" the professor asked instead.
"Mostly martial arts, self defence, survival... but she specifically instructed me not to bring guns. Guns and other modern devices of any kind. That was strictly prohibited."
"But why..." Agate frowned.
"I cannot-"
"Yes, I know you can't tell me... there are just so many questions I want to ask and no one to answer them!"
Marcus reached out and held the small hand on the car seat. The two sit quietly for a while. Marcus was the first to break the silence.
"The Silver Tongue, how are his hands? You know how fragile they can be..."
"He'll be okay. That young lieutenant had an aptitude for medical magic. He was able to magically suture the wound, and from what he tells me, it seems that he's self taught. Just think of what he could do after some actual training."
"And the Gunnar girl? Are you sure we can trust her? You know how loyal those Gunnar's are, they put blind faith before everything else."
"I've got her under a geist too."
Silence again.
"As long as he goes home soon..."
"Yes. The sooner the better."