She saw those two boys come out of the waterfall. A boy with Blue hair and a boy with brown. They didn't seem to get along well. She was relaxing on a tree branch when she saw them She was curious as to what they were holding. It looked like a large egg. Hmm, She thought. I just might have to report this to the Guardian. She followed them up to room E7. She memorized the dorm number and left.

She walked to the back of the school where a old and broken down water well was sitting. She looked around her to see if anybody was looking. When everything was clear, she jumped down the well. She didn’t hit the bottom as one would have guessed. Instead current of magic flew her through a bunch of tunnels and landed her in a bale of hay. She walked down a mysteriously lit corridor. She reached the end with two large men in red military-like uniforms guarding the door.

“What brings you here” asks the guard on the right.

“I am here to speak with the guardian.” She said bowing. The guards nodded and opened the doors. It was dark inside. And empty. There was a throne directly in front of her but she couldn’t see the face of the person who occupied it.

“Speak my child,” the ominous voice echoed throughout the room. “You shouldn’t have risked coming here if it wasn’t important.”

The girl kneels on one knee and places her right hand over her heart. “Master, I think I may have found what you have been looking for: The Fireweaver.

Solomon opened the door to his apartment, allowing Skyler inside, before closing the door and setting the instrument onto the table. “I’ll go fetch my laptop.” Solomon told Skyler, heading into his room. He picked up his laptop that sat on his desk, walking back and installing the instrument into the computer. He opened up a graphing program, testing the instrument to see if it worked or not and how to use it.

Skyler sighed. “Im bored,” he complained. “When are we going to be done?”

“We just got here Skyler. And it won’t take long at all. Just gimme a second to figure out how exactly to work the instrument. And if you are using your heat ability right now cool down. I have to get your starting temperature.” Solomon told him. He tinkered with the computer a little longer, seeing as how it auto generated a graph as he wanted. “Alright. Hold this.” Solomon told him, holding out the instrument without looking at Skyler.

Skyler took the object. “Do I heat it up?”

“Not yet, it needs to warm up to your body temperature.” Solomon told him, eying the temperature being read on the program. After it stopped moving, he started the graph generation. “Alright, start warming up.” Solomon told him, watching the line on the graph expectantly.

Skyler huffed holding the instrument, bored out of his mind. He started to raise his body temperature.

Solomon watched the line on the graph increase drastically, almost being completely vertical. It peaked near 1,483 ℃, increasing only slowly for a while before going completely deadlined. When he was sure that the temperature was no longer increasing, Solomon turned off the graph. “You can stop now.” Solomon told Skyler, editing the graph to his liking and saving it. “Alright. So let me email this to Mr. Barber and then we are pretty much done.” Solomon told Skyler, already sending the email. He closed the laptop when he finished, moving instrument and laptop back to his room. He walked back into the room Skyler was at. “There, done.” he told Skyler, as if he was talking to an impatient child.

Skyler puffed out his cheeks. “Do you want me to sleep here?” He checked the clock. It was 8:27. “Or do you want me to go home. If so who’s keeping the egg?”

“You are not sleeping here. You have your own room….so then you are going to have to keep it. You provide the heat.” Solomon told Skyler, although he was a bit reluctant to have the egg so far from him...oddly enough…

Skyler nodded. “Do you want me to leave now?” he asked picking up the egg. “Also what are we going to do on Monday when school starts?”

Solomon thought for a minute. “We are going to need to at least try to keep it above room temperature, if nothing else. I can put it in the oven I suppose…” Solomon suggested. They couldn’t exactly get a furnace that fast, and he knew that the egg had to at least be warm. And somewhat humid. Ugh, if only he had more time!

Skyler nodded. “I’ll think of something when we get back together.” He said. “As of now, Sleep well Solomon,” He concluded before closing the door behind him. He walked back to his room with the egg in his shirt and quickly closed the door.

Solomon face palmed, ok maybe not exactly a facepalm, when Skyler closed the door, having seen the egg in his shirt. That was going to raise more suspicion than just holding the damned thing. It wasn’t his problem though, not yet at least, so he supposed he would let it slide. Solomon removed his hand, picking up a book from the table and going back to his room.

Solomon was asleep in his bed, bookmark near the middle of the book he had been reading. Or, he had been sleeping. He had woken up for some unknown reason, his eyes barely open yet his mind working and processing a million ideas. Most of these ideas were, admittedly, scrambled and tied to his dream, but there was a select few that were centered on why he was awake. His eyes scanned around the room, but it was pitch black: there was nothing his eyes could detect. But his skin could. He felt a cold wind brush up against his cheek, waking his mind up even more. How was there a cold breeze in his room? His hadn’t opened his window. His window. There was a black shape moving in front of it. He bolted up from his bed, moving the blanket aside and advancing on the shape. But it was too late, the figure had already sprung out of his reach and out the window. Solomon placed his hands on the bottom of the window, leaning forward to see who, or what, the shape was. But it was already gone. After a minute of searching, and thinking, he closed the window. Heading over to the lights, he flipped them on, looking around the room to see what was changed. But...he couldn’t see anything missing. Even his laptop, the most obvious thing to steal, was still in the same spot he had left it. No...no something was definitely off. Why would a thief break into his room and take nothing?...unless the thief was looking for something specific maybe? But what would a student, admittedly a student of magic, have? He didn’t know. Solomon turned the lights back off, sitting in his bed and laying down. He didn’t go back to sleep.

Skyler woke up. He looked down at his arms. They are severely burned. Skyler sighed, turning off his pain. “I must have accidentally turned off my heat at one point.” he mumbled to himself. He left the egg sitting on his bed and stretched. The egg was still hot so that means that he turned his heat back on after he turned it off. He walked to his bathroom and grabbed some bandages from the first aid kit sitting on the wall. All students were required to have one in their room. He wrapped up his arms and washed his face. He turned his pain back on to save energy for the egg. He winced bt ignored the pain. He ran and got dressed quickly, pulling on a long sleeved shirt to cover up his arms. He was already tired because of all the energy taken when he was sleeping. He placed the egg in a bag and hurried to Solomon’s room, knocking on the door.

After perhaps a split second the sound of muffled footsteps could be heard behind the door. The footsteps stopped, and the door opened to reveal Solomon. For someone who didn’t know Solomon, and for those who are bad at body language, he would look normal in every way. Same frown, same stance, same look of wheels turning in his head. But his eyes were perhaps a little sunken, as if he hadn’t gotten enough sleep or he had been deeply thinking about something. Or both. “Skyler.” Solomon greeted, giving a slight nod of the head.

Skyler frowned. “You okay Solomon? You don’t look well” He walked in quickly sitting the egg on the ground. He looked around and everything seemed to be in place but he could tell something was off. “Did something happen?” he guessed as he turned around to look at Solomon.

Solomon narrowed his eyes Skyler, letting him pass into the room and closing the door behind him. His eyes stayed on the egg for a second, but the second seemed to last much, much longer for Solomon. “I’m fine. And why do you ask?” Solomon asked him, with no inflection to his voice. In fact, the statement may have sounded a little forced, robotic, or planned…

Skyler sat down on the couch. “Are you seriously going to play this game with me Solomon. I haven’t known you that long but there is definitely something up with you. Can we just make it easier and just tell me what’s going on.” Skyler calmly said. His arm hit the bed and he winced. He was pretty sure he didn’t show any emotion, and he was completely clueless when his hair turned white and slowly faded back to its normal color.

“Games are fun. I like games.” Solomon told him, his voice turning slightly more venomous. “Nothing happened to me,” Solomon told him, completely honestly “but your hair tells me that something happened to you. What, did you get burned by accident?” Solomon asked him, mockingly.

Anger flared up in Skyler. “Yes I burned myself while I was sleeping. He lifted his shirt sleeves. “The burn was really bad but I’m not complaining. Anyways back to the topic. I know something happened. And we need to start telling each other things if this is going to work.” He sighed and paced his face into his hands.

Solomon eyed the wound with the same dispassionate face as always, but this time when he spoke all trace of maliciousness was gone from his voice. “Fine. Someone broke into my room.” Solomon told him, although he added nothing more after that.

Skyler’s eyes widened the squinted in thought. “Does someone know about the egg?” he asked. “Also that’s something you shouldn’t keep from me. Especially when it comes to this egg.” He pulled down his sleeves.

“I said someone broke into my room. I never said anything about the egg. This could have just been your common thief for all we know.” Solomon told Skyler. “And if anyone knows about the egg it’s because of the way you try to ‘hide’ it in your shirt.” Solomon told him. He had a nagging feeling that Skyler was right, however, that the burglar had broken into his room in search of the egg.

“Why do you have to be so phlegmatic Solomon. It’s not my fault someone broke into your room.” He was angry and he didn't know why. He got up and walked out of the room- and for good measure- slammed the door.

Ugh, drama queen. Solomon could not stand it when someone stormed off in anger from some misunderstanding. Solomon hadn’t even accused Skyler, he was just pointing out that Skyler wasn’t the best at hiding things. Solomon looked at the egg on the ground for a little, before picking it up and setting it on the couch. This thing was bringing more trouble than he had thought it would. A lot more. He started thinking about how they could keep it warm all the while be at school. They would have a few minutes in between classes, so once an hour or so, so they would be able to check on it regularly. Perhaps they could...boil the egg? It would keep it warm and humid at the same time, right?

There was no knocking, no warning, as Skyler walked into Solomon’s room. He was half expecting Solomon to have locked the door but he didn’t. Skyler walked up to Solomon. “Sorry for being overdramatic,” he mumbled. “Can you forgive my rudeness?” he was still upset but since Solomon was so arrogant, apologizing to him was probably the only way they were going to get past this.

Solomon was in the process of turning the stove on when Skyler burst into the room, the egg in the pot on the stove. He turned to Skyler, the stove now heating the water. “Don’t be sorry.” Solomon told him. “Nothing to forgive.” he added, waving a hand as if tossing the matter aside. “I think I found a way to keep the egg warm.” Solomon told him, changing the subject.

The way Solomon blew him off so haughtily, it made him angry. But he brushed the feeling aside and looked at the egg. “How do we keep the egg warm?” he asked.

“It might not be the best idea, but I figured any amount of heat is better than none. And we need to keep the egg humid, so I thought that boiling it would solve both issues.” Solomon told him, waiting to see what his feedback on the idea was.

“That’s a good idea,” mused Skyler. “I kinda had that in mind as well.” He looked at the egg. “Do you ever wonder if it can hear us?” he asked. “The egg seems to have a certain personality. I can feel it”

“That would depend on how developed the embryo is. It might have formed the ears, or it might not have yet. No way to know really. Regardless, it can’t conceivably understand what we are saying. I suppose it could bond to us though…” Solomon conceded. He ignored the second part of what Skyler said, knowing that Skyler would likely get mad, hurt, offended, or something like that if he told him that it's an egg: it doesn’t have a personality. Definitely not one that they could perceive. “We should see if this works today, and tomorrow, if it doesn’t, we can go look around for something that will work.” Solomon told him. “So, what do we do for…” he looked at the pot, and the water in it, for a second “the next hour or so?” Solomon asked.

Skyler shrugged. “I don’t know hang out.” He looked at Solomon. “You wanna play a game” he asked somewhat innocently.

Solomon looked at Skyler for a second, before simply stating “What game did you have in mind?”.