A/N ......

I'm back....

After two months....

Sorry m8

Mitch's POV

Alright, so Lachlan had the weird dream too.... that's odd. But he probably didn't have Jerome going nuts in his dream. I mean, Jerome said he saw me go crazy, Preston said he watched Rob be weird......

Vikklan's gonna ship us.

I started speed-walking (gotta go FAST) to Rob's bedroom. Once I reached the room I knocked on the door. "Yo, Rob, did you have a weird dream about Preston going wacko and telling you to read books?"

No answer.

I sighed. "You're a heavy sleeper, dude."

I started speed-walking again, but this time towards the dining hall- what, I alerted everyone, I ran into Vikk earlier, who told me about his dream, which had Lachlan-

"Well, good morning, Prince Mitchell."

I turned around on my heel, not expecting something shocking. Indeed, there was no one shocking unless he had lightning magic like I apparently did. It was just Jordan. The dude that reminded me of a dudette. No, seriously, he reminded me of a girl. Except for the beard. "Oh, hey Jordan."

Sorcer- sorry, wizard man smiled, reflecting the warmth from the blazing fire that was perched- I'm not a poet, what am I doing? "I was going to send a letter to the boy Seto Azdel. Would you like to join me?" he asked, being all formal and stuff.

I nodded. "But first, don't call me Prince, or Mitchell. And don't talk to me formally."

Jordan smirked. "Alright."

We walked down a corridor leading away from the dining hall, Jordan leading the way. We walked in silence for a couple of minutes while I pondered on some things.

Like why the heck our parents kept this a secret. If they made an apology cake, I would make them bake twelve layers of cake. One for each year they lied.

It's cliche, I know. But it's the only thing I can come up with. I'm not creative, okay?!

Well, there is one other thing I was wondering about....

"So, Jordan," I started, trying to sound natural. "Are you.... trans?"

Immediately after I asked that I mentally slapped myself. Oh my gods, Mitchell, you can't just ask someone if they're trans or not.

Jordan's face went slack as he stopped in the middle of the hall. I could feel the steam rising up off me, my face was so red. Stupid, stupid, stupid Mitch.

Jordan nervously smiled at me. "What makes you ask that?"

I slapped myself for real this time. "Forget I asked. Please."

And we continued our walk in silence.

Until Jerome's doggo, Coco, came,sprung up onto my chest, and pushed me onto the ground.

Ow.

"Hey dude!" I exclaimed as Coco vigorously licked me from my position on the cold wooden floor. "Why aren't you with your buddy Jerome?"

Jordan chuckled. "I'll leave you two be."

I could hear his extremely loud shoes clonking away, but I couldn't see Jordan walk away, 'cause Coco was STILL in my face. She smelled like pine. But her dog spit just smelled like dog spit. Gross.

I managed to fling Coco off of me after she had completely drenched my face in saliva. Double gross. She shook herself before starting to walk away.

"Ooookay," I said, wiping dog spit off my face with my jacket.

Coco stopped walking, however, when she was like five meters away from me. She turned around to look at me and jerked her head in the direction she was headed, as if to say, Yo. Dude. Come on.

I frowned and carefully took a step towards the dog. Then another. Then another.

Coco wagged her tail and began to walk in the same direction again, only this time I was following her.

We passed by old-fashioned suits of armor in the hallways. They were creepy, like ghosts were haunting the bodies of armor. Dogs apparently have different definitions of creepy, though, because Coco just kept on walking. I hastened my pursuit behind her, though.

Finally Coco stopped in front of this small door. I think it was a broom closet or something. The dog looked at me, headbutted the door, then looked at me again.

I gulped and nervously went up to the door. I grasped the handle, pressed it down, and pushed the door open.

What was in there was terrifying. It had seven arms, three eyes, one ear on the top of its head, thirteen legs-

Nah, just kidding.

It was a freaking broom closet.

I resisted the urge to roundhouse kick Coco into next week.

But the doggo apparently still thought the tiny room full of cleaners' stuff. She walked straight past brooms, a trash can, brooms, Windex, and brooms to a small area in between two coats. Who the heck would keep coats in a maids' closet, I don't know. Coco started pawing the jackets and turned expectantly towards me. So I moved the coats away from each other, revealing another path.

Coco walked through the path. Curious, I followed.

The path wasn't really that long. Bummer, I wanted to run into another secret passage into some sort of room where the adults had secret conversations.

Coco "arf"ed in the direction of this weird jewelry box thing. I picked up the box and jiggled it. I wanted to jiggle something, don't judge me. But there was something in there.

The box didn't have a lock, so, because of the dog's mad barking, I opened the stupid box.

I expected for there to be gems and jewelry galore, but fate failed to exceed my expectations yet again. It was just a little ring thingy you would attach to your backpack, but the charm thingy was like an omega sign mixed with the delta sign. It looked cool.

But Coco was STILL BARKING. What does a guy have to do to get a dog to shut up?

Wait.

I looked at Coco's collar. "You want me to put this on there?" I asked.

Coco somewhat nodded, then woofed again.

So, logically, I clipped the ring thingy onto Coco's collar.

There was a blinding flash of light, and when I could finally see without spots in my eyes, Coco was gone.

In place was a tall, dark-skinned lady, with a devilish smile and a dog head.

"Good tidings, Mitchell Bajan," she greeted. "I am Last Change, or Delega, goddess of choices. I have come to aid the humans in their quest to defeat Haletor."

A/N

*sips soda*

And now excuse me, I must go to school.

Farewell~