After spending nearly three hours analyzing and studying his Keepsaked and Aspects, Hagan was exhausted. He faught and killed a dragon, sacrificed himself, and explored a new Academy all in one day.
Hagan fell into the sweet embrace of sleep soon after. However, it was anything but sweet. He dreamt that night, about the frozen tundra, about the dragon, about him being mauled by the dragon. He was terrified again, fear and despair coursing though his vains. He knew he'd already killed the beast and he knew that he'd survived the encounter with his quick wit and keen mind. But he was still afraid, Hagan was crawling agin, he once again left behind a red, painful trail behind him. Hagan was again crawling away from the dragon as he climbed atop the altar, only this time, no female voice resounded in his mind, The Speaker stayed silent, and the lightning never struck the ancient beast. He saw its eyes gleaming with hatred but Hagan did not know what he did that was so wrong. He didn't understand why the dragon wanted him dead so badly. Then Hagan could hear a long, hateful, low growl escape the dragons maw, then with a speed so fast he could barely even understand what had happened, he was eaten.
Hagan leaped out of his bed, lost his balance and stumbled to the floor. He simply stayed on the floor, not wanting to move, afraid to move. There was a knock on the door and Allen's voice slipped under the door, "You okay in there, Hagan?"
Too tired to answer himself, Hagan let his Blemish answer. "No."
Allen then took it upon himself to open the door and peer inside. He saw the poor boy on the floor with a small trail of red liquid flowing away from Hagans head. He also noticed the fear in Hagans eyes as he stared at the ceiling and trembled ever so slightly. "Did someone do this to you? Who was it?"
"Nobody. I fell after I lost my balance."
Allen didn't look convinced but also didn't pry, he simply walked over to the pale kid and helped him get up. "You know… There's a lot of people here. Not all are bad but also not all are good. If your struggling with something, don't hesitate to let me or another instructor know, alright kid?"
Hagan rubbed the back of his head and let out a pained breath, then slowly nodded at Allen.
'I should get ready for class.'
Allen was still standing in the room, looking around, "You have a uniform in the closet. Also, the rooms pretty bland, you should decorate." Allen said as he let out a small laugh.
Hagan just looked over, a little confused, and nodded. "Alright. Well, I need to get ready for class so if you don't mind, I'll see you later."
"Alright kid, don't forget to go back to the office and let them know what other classes you want to take, too."
With that Allen walked out and Hagan began to clean up the floor and make his bed neatly. Then he opened the closet and grabbed the new uniform for him. It was a white button up shirt, a dark blue blazer, and dark blue pants. The clothes were of an extremely high quality, nothing like what Hagan had ever worn before. They were comfortable, flexible, and looked nice, he was kind of excited to be able to wear the uniform.