Legs flying in a dead run, he almost crashed into the wall as he overshot the entry hall door. Gareth quickly spun and flicked his tail to open the door. The young dragon darted inside, hurrying towards a classroom marked with an stone with a engraved one on it.

Just as Gareth was dashing though the door, a scathing voice stopped him dead in his tracks. “Late again, are we? Really, young one?”

Gareth crouched down nervously. “I’m sorry I’m late Lord Hollen. Please don’t  tell my dad.

“I’m sure that General Roxas will be interested in learning why his son was late when he arrives later on.” The golden scaled dragon lectured the young gray dragon.