Mel was sitting alone at the far end with his eyes closed when his friends, who had had their breakfast, walked over to the table reserved for them and began to eat their meals. Even though he didn't appear to be intimate with the others in regular times, he had such an aura this morning that twenty people had to sit on each other and eat to stay away from him.
If Mel were asked if he'd been in a situation like this before, he wouldn't even know the answer himself. The decision-making process that might have been too easy for someone else was as painful for him as being skinned while he was still alive.
He was entering the forest alone in search of his grandfather, being an heir, his education in the woods for three years, his entrance to the Green Shadow Academy, what he lived there, and what has happened until today were either the result of his intuitive decisions or the decisions made by someone else instead.
