Zathian landed just outside the school, folding his sleek black wings into the slits in the back of his coat. He strode up to the front doors and pushed one open with a claw. The door swung back and he entered, peeking out from under his hood at the school's atrium. Elder's blood I am late. he mumbled to himself. I need to find.....administration. he continued to mumble. He walked towards the room marked so.
The Elders had been unusually closed about this assignment. "Attend the Evil Academy, find the one named Yurr the Sixth and protect him. That is your objective. When you reach the school, go to administration. We will have it arranged so that you have the same classes as Yurr." the head Elder had informed him. Very well, it will be done. Zathian had turned, put his hood up, and started to walk away. "Hold on, Zathian" the head elder's voice froze his movement. "I have been meaning to ask you, why do you still wear that hood? It is not like you have anything to hide, and the chance that more than one person will be looking at you at one time, each seeing a different creature and thereby deducing the enchantment, is highly likely. So why?" Zathian turned back and gazed at the head elder. A friend of mine said it would be useful one day, and I trust him. was all Zathian said in response. The head elder nodded. "Very well, now be off"
Zathian had expected more details, but he knew better than to question the Order. The administrator, an old female demon, looked up to him, asked him his name, then promptly handed him his schedule. Thank you he said quietly and exited the room. The next class Yurr should be in is...a Mr Frost's class he said aloud to no one but himself. He looked around once more, noting several students of varying races loitering or shuffling along. The dragon warrior looked down at the sheathed sword resting in his left hand. With the talon on his thumb he pushed it out of the sheath, slightly, the light from the above fixtures glinting off the black blade. He hoped he would not have to use it, he did not want to dirty something so beautiful. Re-sheathing the blade fully, he decided there was no point in hiding what he was. He pulled back the hood, revealing his draconic face. Enough time wasting. he thought. Unfurling his wings, he took to the air, flying swiftly but carefully through the halls towards Frost's classroom.
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