As Clyde burst into Vyan's room with his usual morning energy, expecting to find his friend deep in the embrace of sleep, the sight that greeted him was far from ordinary.
"Vyan!" Clyde called out, his voice echoing off the walls. "It's time to rise and shine. Sir Jacques is sharpening his 'disappointed mentor' glare as we speak. You have already skipped training for three days with the excuse of the epi—"
Clyde paused as Vyan was nowhere to be seen. He spun around in confusion, his eyes darting around the room.
"Vyan?" he called out tentatively, as if expecting Vyan to jump out from under the bed.
Then it hit him.
"Hold the parchment, is Vyan actually up on time?" Clyde muttered incredulously, squinting suspiciously at the sunlit window.
"No way, the sun has not risen from the west either," he muttered to himself, questioning the very laws of nature.
