Lanyon didn't bother chasing, since nothing he could say now would get him back here. He couldn't even finish what he was about to say; after all, it would all go in one ear and out of the other, before Daniel 'departed' again. All Lanyon could hope now is that Daniel wouldn't hate Igo for what would happen now.
"Hey, Daniel!" a white haired boy called out, waving excitedly.
"I thought you were going to be gone by now, Sun!" said Daniel, rushing up to where he was, a smile plastered across his entire face, his previous annoyance at his teacher washing away, "You don't usually wait, after all."
"Today's different, that's why," beamed Sun, smirking.
"Why's that?"
"Well, I asked my father about it yesterday, and he said you could come over my house! What better chance for not only for you to know where my house is for the morning walk to the Academy, but you could stay for dinner too!"
"Really?! Thank you, Sun!" gushed Daniel, hugging Sun, before retracting and saying, "But I think I'll have to notify my uncle first."
"Don't worry about it. It won't be for long and you can always explain it to him. I'm sure he'll understand." Sun bounced back, maintaining an unwavering grin.
"Fair enough. Lets go then!" laughed Daniel, as if he was in a trance, which could be said about both of them in reality. As the pair descended down the normal path back home, Sun guided Daniel to another path. The road to the noble's district. A maze of towering homes and mansions, lined up against the skyline, blocking the view of the clouds themselves.
It was a majestic spectacle to behold, for the countryside boy, Daniel. Until they reached a single mansion, bigger than them all combined, dwarfing the size of the two boys. Daniel was frozen. But Sun simply walked in, a man or servant behind the door letting him in without even needing a second look to check if it was in fact Sun. It was mesmerising.
"Are you coming or not, then?" Sun said, a softer expression on his face, and that same dark glare in his eyes, unnoticeable to the artless porcelain. As Daniel stumbled in, he realised even the entrance was lavished with embroideries and tapestries, gold pillars and grand archways.
Sun led the blind boy to the end of the corridor where a single man stepped out from on the of the many branching pathways. A man unlike he had ever seen. So tall, Daniel couldn't even see his face while he was looking up admiring the architecture, and a man exhuming such an omniscient presence, it felt like being in front of a God.
"You've brought him, son" a humungous voice declared, seemingly coming from the man who stepped into the hallway.
"Yes, Inquisitor" Sun stated, transforming from his previous happy demeanour, to a dead emotionless voice as he turned to face a tall man standing in the middle of the corridor.
"Scan him." the giant voice commanded.
"Huh?"
"Information Art: Scan"
Daniel was confused. After all, Sun turned around suddenly and chanted an art at him. The second the chant was issued, an intolerable pain shot throughout each and every nerve tendril of his body. It felt as if every single minute detail of information was being sucked out of him, forcibly, and with it came a pain he had never experienced.
Nothing like the beatings Daniel had experienced in his home town, but a painless pain. A pain so intense it felt nothing like pain. Until he fell. Daniel dropped to the carpeted floor, convulsing and frothing at the mouth. And the familiar tensing of pain welcomed Daniel with open arms. And then, it stopped.
Daniel couldn't see, smell, feel, hear or even think. Daniel couldn't process any information at all. But that could be attributed to the fact that all of the information Daniel had ever received or is receiving was being ripped out of his body.
Or, another possibility, was that Daniel was unconscious. Both were true. And the naïve boy, fooled by his best friend, lay seizing on the floor, his dear uncle wondering what was taking him so long to get home.