Having explored most of Berk already, Klara forced herself to venture past the safety and travel into the rest of the Barbaric Archipelago. It was the Gryffindor Pride Month after all, and she figured she should embrace her inner braveness, however deeply it was hidden. Somewhat hesitantly, she mounted Bellona. The little dragon was just big enough that Klara could ride on top of her without falling over; she soothingly stroked her dragon's ginger fur, tightening her legs around the dragon's frame. There was something almost comforting about flying with Bellona; she wasn't as afraid of falling as she was with a broom. She trusted Bellona. One couldn't really trust a broom, now could they?
Long blonde hair brushed against the metal. She growled quietly at the young prince. His eyes widened at what he saw inside the small cell. Tsukiyomi immediately shrank back in fear and shame at his shocked expression.
"He hypnotized me the first night. It’s like I got lost in some state of limbo and when he framed me he released me. I never liked him from the day I met him, but he worked witchcraft on me.”
Kurapika wasn’t prepared for how cold and lonely this room would feel without Leorio. The silence, coupled with the sudden solitude, was just a little too much, too soon after tonight’s emotional blow-out.
His eyes glowed like embers on a campfire. “You are a vile little creature, aren’t you. How dare you interfere with my plans. You’ll pay for this with your life,” he growled, raising his hand. I started to spin around, and the room began a blur of gray. Steadily my speed increased and soon I was spinning so fast that I felt sick. I wrapped my arms tightly around my sides and shut my eyes. Finally I slowed down and came to a stop. I opened my eyes and threw out my hands, just in time to stop myself from plunging face first into my dresser.
Feigning confidence as he readies his own strike against the Evil Wizard, Faorit muses to himself “Thank Desna that that worked. I probably shouldn’t try spells for the first time in life or death situations again.”
Jinwoo knew that he wasn’t okay. He hadn’t been okay for a long time. Every day was a struggle for him to keep living. It was as if he was dangling from a cliff, but only had one hand to hang with. He tried his best to overcome it naturally, he really did. But it was never enough. Somebody always went too far with a joke, and Jinwoo would feel a tiny bit of his self esteem crumbling away. It was always a joke, but Jinwoo was never able to take it as one.
"Thank you so much!" Akio enthusiastically responded, his eyes lit up from the newly found information he acquired from the other man. Everyone seemed so nice here, quite refreshing from his older school, where most people were angry and unfriendly. It never crossed Akio's mind that this stranger could be lying and trying to throw him off from his correct destination. Akio is one of the most gullible person you could possibly ever meet. But this man had no reason to lie, so everything should be fine, right? The stranger in front of him seemed like the opposite of Akio, more reserved and refined.
Kozume Kenma didn't like change. He liked things the way things were. He didn't mind small changed every now and again but for the most part he preferred to keep things the way they were. That's maybe why staying goodbye to Kuroo was the hardest thing he'd done for a long time. And sure he'd seen it coming because Kuroo was older than him and would graduate first. It was just how things were and Kenma knew that - he accepted that fact long before actual graduation. He knew that Kuroo would leave, just like he had after junior high. He left and Kenma would soon follow.
"You people make no sense! I'm doing this for all of you, and everyone still blames me for what they placed within me. Wasn't Kokuō placed in me to protect the village? Well, that's just what I'm doing. Accept it or not, I will save this village from the disaster that surely awaits."