Deon changed out of his ceremonial robes and wore his usual training clothes: a simple yet high-quality shirt and pants. Then he proceeded to his room's mantle and unlocked the passage to their secret basement. Such was their routine for when Mikael and Deon needed to have undisturbed meetings.
Mikael emerged from the Medium and went straight to the now dresser-sized dragon egg.
A raging inferno instantly swallowed the egg while Deon picked up a wooden sword and faced a practice dummy.
"So, you want to be the one to choose the members of the Golden Dawn, Sir?" Deon asked as his sword hits the straw dummy.
"Yeah." Only when the words came out of his mouth did Mikael realize how selfish this plan was.
He was already dead-- That was a fact that he had come to terms with months ago.
But with Deon, Mikael sometimes felt like he wasn't.
