Adam woke up in his living quarters at the Crimson Hounds base.
It took him a short moment to get his scattered thoughts settled.
He moved his head slightly to the left, then slowly sat up and rubbed his eyes.
As he stood up to leave the living quarters to go straight to the training courtyard, as he had skipped quite many lessons now, he noticed the black ball on the floor.
Adam reached out his hand towards the black ball and said the magical words.
"Pull."
The black ball slowly rose into the air as if it were hanging from a thread. It slowly started to wiggle towards Adam, slowly weaving through the air.
It then landed on Adam's hand.
He opened the drawer, put the black ball inside, and closed the drawer with a satisfying click.
Adam then checked out his timepiece and realized that the lesson must be ongoing.
