Sun and Moon.
It was rather difficult for Connor to line his thoughts up. His eyes felt heavy, and they began to droop down in weariness. He tried to collect his focus by rubbing at his temples, but all that did was give him a headache.
Connor would be lying if he said he hasn't been sleeping right since the shadows attacked last semester. It wasn't the fact that the chaos was bone-chilling, or the events have created a stir amongst both the institute and the Citadel. It was the memory he had of Macey fearlessly standing in between a gallivanting beast and himself.
"Geese," sighed Iza, his brows furrowed together. "You don't look so good. Maybe go see professor Del."
Connor shook his head, brushing his fingers through his hair. "I'm fine. I just ... I didn't get the best sleep last night, that's all."
Iza was silent, but there was a faint tutting sound lingering about. There was no doubt in Connors mind it was from the worrisome ice sage.
The tone of Iza's voice wasn't like his usual chirpy pitch, which matched his out of character body language. A twitch formed the corner of his lip, and the way he was walking wasn't like his usual bouncy self. It made Connor crease his brow and slightly jarring his mouth a bit.
"What's up with you?"
There were many times Connor didn't care for the well-being of Iza, due to his annoying personality. But over time, it had grown on him, even welcoming the exuberant ice sage with a small smile now and again. Guess the events of the Citadel can effect a bubbly person like Iza.
"When I went home, my parents were too busy to care for my siblings and me." Iza scratched the back of his head, then dragged his feet against the snowy cobblestone path. "Because of the shadows, your brother has made everyone work overtime."
Connor became downcast. Many people had to work a little harder in the Citadel and had to sacrifice seeing their families daily. In a way, he felt to blame, as it was a common Heslington trait.
"I apologise," said Connor, bewildered as to why. "My brother is not the best in these kinds of situations. He's all about order and stops at nothing to obtain it."
Iza scoffed. "Is that going to be you as well? Putting people through a lot so that the world can sustain order?"
Never in a million years. Even though Connor never wants to make people do things they don't want to, he knows no other way of leading a nation. A Heslington guides his people when they don't know the meaning of order. He clenched his fists at the thought of having people like Iza's parents missing out on family time. It was something Connor envied from the other children, due to his father neglecting him as a child. It was always business and never play, having spent his days alone or with maids.
"I don't know," Connor said with a croak in his throat. "I'm not even sure I'll even becoming an Overseer."
Iza laughed, kicking snow off into the distance. "Well if you do, can you not be a jerk? Or I'll get Macey to blast you into dust."
Hearing her name made Connor shyly smile. His heartfelt like it was about to burst out of his chest, sending the blood in his body towards his cheeks. The memory of her standing in front of the Cerberus ravaged his mind again, making him feel light as a feather but gave him a heavy thud against his forehead. She's a headache.
Suddenly, appearing into sight was this stream of magenta energy, streaking along the footpath, creating some pathway. Connor knew the spell well, being taught it by his brother last year.
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Grendilton: Rise of the ShadowsFantasy
Nobody is born evil. They're only seen as a hero in a different perspective. Macey Russells is a trainee Summoner with the rare ability to manipulate the lunar energy that surrounds her. However, due to her anxiety, she has a hard time controlling...