(BOOK 1 in the Ermand Chisel series)
Since the time he had remembered, Ermand had to frequently encounter a series of sinister and blood-curdling dreams, and they weren't merely nightmares. When he receives an invitation to join Agledon Magic Univer...
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The next morning, Ermand handed over his crystal to Odin before heading to their class. The Professors kept on reminding them about their finals and to the students who had not gained their Aslehm, that the finals would begin on the last of the month. Edwin and Ermand were worried since they were accompanied with a few students who are yet to gain their Aslehm.
During lunch, most of the students had started being quieter than usual. Everybody seemed to be worried about their finals. Their seniors had told me that the first year final exams are the most difficult exams after the final and third year. But it seemed that Damien was the exception.
He, along with his high-grade bullies, walked toward the table where Ermand and his friends were having their dinner.
"Well, well, well. It seems that the Lapel had made a number of friends," he cooed.
But none of the boys did bother to hear him, they pretended as if Damien was not there, which infuriated him.
"Inflammo reigna," he snapped his fingers and at that instant of time, Edwin's bread burned with dull green flame. He immediately threw the burning bread on the floor.
"What are you doing, Damien?" Timothy stood up from his bench.
"So now you rusty buckets hear me," he snapped back more ferociously.
"We're not in for a fight Damien," Charlie muttered, audible enough for Damien to hear.
"Oh yeah?" He slammed his hands on the table causing the goblets on the table clink with each other.
"What wrong did I do?" Edwin asked, standing up along with Timothy.
"So Lapel had learned to be arrogant like his hubristic friends?"
"You're the one who's hubristic," Ermand criticized.
Damien glared at him for a while.
"Don't you remember the knocketer you received several months back?" He said, gritting his teeth.
"And you, Lapel. You dare to talk against me. The national election is just a month away and my father will rule here. You don't want to disobey me, do you?" He walked closer to Edwin like a lion surrounding its prey.
"Who are you to ask me to obey? You're not my master, nobody's my master!" Edwin snapped.
For the first time, the students witnessed the timid Edwin standing for himself against Damien Qorder, the same boy who was bullied by Damien when the classes had just begun months ago. Charlie gulped and glanced at Damien's face. He sure doesn't look calm, he wouldn't of course.
"What did you say? Your tongue has grown too much over the time," he said, fury filled his tone. "Time has come to slash it before it grows any further!"
