“Have you packed the winter gear?” asked Evelyn to Ace.

“Yep, and also the food,” answered Ace.

“How’s it going,” asked the lady who just walked into the room.

“All fine, Ni,” answered Evelyn, “What brings you here?”

“I’m here to give you each these wristbands to store your bags,” Destiny said, “The scientists in Magiride have invented these.”

“How are we going to put our bags into that tiny little thing,” asked Ace.

“Well I’m sure you are familiar to the shrinking magic, these works the same too, just watch,” answered Destiny.

Destiny pressed the red button on the wristband and a beam of light appeared. Destiny then points the light beam towards the bags and pressed the red button again. The bag magically disappeared.

“Voilà,” Destiny said, “It’s so cool right?”

“How do we get the bags out?” asked Evelyn.

“Oh simple, just press this blue button,” answered Destiny as she points to the blue button on the wristband.

“Time for me to go check N and Schawn,” Destiny continued, “And by the way, Headmaster of the Red Arts wants to see you, Ace.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ace of Spades stood outside the headmaster’s room, thinking. Every time he wanted to stretch his hand out to reach for the doorknob an unknown feeling always compels him to take it back.

Should I do it? Am I ready to face him? What does he want to say? Ace thought to himself as he begins to think about all the possibilities.

“You are still out here?” a voice called out.

Ace turned his head and saw Evelyn.

“Don’t be silly, Ignorthes, you knew what happened after that,” said Evelyn.

_________________________________________________

The bolt of lightning crackled as it travelled through the air towards the crying boy. As the buzzing the electricity reverberated louder and louder in the boy’s ears, the more useless and defenceless he felt. Just as the bolt was about to hit the boy, a green shield appeared to block the hit.

“Who was that?” asked the Headmaster.

“It’s me,” said a little girl with blonde hair, “he’s hurt and defenceless.”

The girl rushed up to the boy and used her magic to heal the boy’s wounds. As the wounds began the close up, the boy wiped his tears.

“What’s your name?” asked the girl, “Mine’s Evelyn”

“I’m Ignorthes,” answered the boy.

“So, you are the new student, I will forgive you for interrupting a training session this time,” said the Headmaster.

“Training?” said Evelyn in a sarcastic tone, “You get hurt so badly during training?”

“So you mean I was being too harsh?” asked the Headmaster.

“Yeah, that’s right,” answered Evelyn pretending to sound confident.

“I see, training’s over today, get some rest,” said the Headmaster to the boy.

Ever since then, the boy never had training from his dad ever again.

_________________________________________________

“That’s the exact reason why I’m not going in,” answered Ignorthes, “Also don’t call me by that name.”

“Look, you have to get rid of that nickname that you gave yourself due to your insecurities,” said Evelyn, “Just go in, you will understand.”

“Hey, it’s not insecurities that I’m trying to hide,” said Ignorthes.

“Then just go in,” answered Evelyn, “You’ve got nothing to lose.”

Ignorthes grabbed the knob and twisted it, pushed the door gently. The door opened and he went in.

“Dad, I’m here, what do you want to tell me?” asked Ignorthes.

“The answers,” answered the Headmaster, “answers to why I’ve not been your trainer ever since.”

Excuses, he didn’t like me, Ignorthes thought to himself, why he is telling me this right before I’m leaving.

“I know you think I hate you but the truth is, I was afraid,” continued the Headmaster, “I was afraid that I will be too harsh and hurt you, I love you a whole lot.”

Tears rolled down the two men’s cheeks as they made eye contact with each other for the first time since that incident.

“Son, I’m sorry that I have never told you this only until you are leaving,”

Ignorthes rushed up to his father and hugged him.

“No, I’m the one who is supposed to be sorry.”

“Then promise me you will make it back in one piece,” said the Headmaster, wiping away his tears.

“Yes, Dad, I promise I will,” answered Ignorthes while wiping away his tears.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ace of Spades walked out of the room with a smile on his face. He was no longer the insecure boy in the training room; he is now Ignorthes, the son of the Headmaster of the Red arts.

To be continued