Illuminated by the moon's pale glow, Adam's ethereal, misty body flickered ominously as he gazed at the sleeping boy. "Wake up," He said, his solemn voice disturbing the peaceful silence of the night.
However, Arun didn't offer the expected reaction. "Five more minutes, please." The boy said sleepily, turning on his soft mattress and dismissing the command, unaware of the fast-approaching mage's hand.
PAH
"AHHH!"
A ringing slap, accompanied by a startled yelp of pain echoed in the room. Arun rose to his feet, holding his reddened cheek as he gazed at the ghost with trembling eyes.
"Ask Julius. I'm an expert at slapping people during their sleep. So, you'd better wake up tomorrow or be woken up." Adam said with a satisfied smirk, remembering his time in the Riverwood manor. The culprit's identity remained a mystery to Lucius, even after six months.
