The door pushed open revealing two young boys. One had slightly long silver hair, blue eyes, and a lean athletic build while the other had black smooth hair with a slender muscular build.
The former was Damon Terrace and the latter was Daveon Acheon, the two boys requested by the Dean some minutes back.
"Greetings, Dean Godsthorn." The two boys bowed respectfully as they began walking inside, unaware of the presence of their fathers because they sat backing them.
"You called for us, Dean?" Daveon asked as he walked forward, eyeing the two figures that remained seated, their backs facing the boys.
However, Damon was faster, increasing his speed after walking pace after sensing what felt like his father's aura. He could almost swear it was none other than his father and so he spoke. "Father?"
