With the new Avalon Academy of Magikal Arts came a slew of new residents of every shape, stripe, and color of the rainbow.
As they streamed past, doing their daily business, Keith Capra sat inside the coffee shop within the castle grounds nursing his cup of java, balefully stared out the window.
Aside from nursing his wounds and healing the last of his injuries, Keith was not allowed to do much. It was this lack of anything constructive to do that was adding to his depression which stemmed mostly from his physical deformity.
After that fateful day of chiro dive bombing, he had never been able to revert to his human form again.
His permanent faun form was at first discomforting.
He had visible electric zig-zag burn scars that criss-crossed across his entire body. With the help of mage healers, his skin was no longer a mass of weeping open wounds but there was not much they could do about the appearance of his skin.
