— Entry #2: May 22nd - Monday —

So I found out why I refused stairs since the Fyre brothers let me live in their tower. At first, I was just following the healer's orders to take it easy and not push it and that meant to avoid stairs at all costs. But after going up only a few steps, not even a full flight, my leg is killing me.

I'm not really shocked that my leg is sore, after all, they told me that it might be a permanent injury that will affect me for the rest of my life. It just means I need to remaster levitation magic so I can just float up the steps and not have to bother with walking.

But to update my list of what I know about myself:
- My name is Seto (Or at least I think it is)
-I'm at the magic level of an Elite Master Wizard
-I'm around 21 or 22 (Don't quote me on that)
-I have some type of military background, being a highly decorated soldier or officer
-I have the markings of being some type of War Hero
-I may not even come from Vienna but from a different world entirely
-My magic type is unknown in Vienna, meaning I practiced a magic type that hasn't been recorded

Longer list but still a short one when you think about it. Went from four things I know about myself to seven, yippie for me I guess...

I'm trying to stay positive, as least as much as I can since it is probably the only thing I have going for me at the moment. But how exactly can someone with amnesia be positive?

I suppose I could just hope that my memories will return but that's what people tell me who have all their memories in their head. They just...don't get it.

I feel like I lost who I was and trying to figure out who I am right now is...it's hard. What if the person I become isn't the person that the people who once knew me can stand? What if they leave me because they don't like the new me?

That thought does frighten me a lot. The thought of returning back to the people who knew me only to have them see me as a completely different person and they don't like it and leave.

It's hard to be positive when you have so much negativity in your head and very little support from others who care about you.

Sure, the Fyre Brothers are there for me but they only support me out of pity for what has happened to me, not friendship. I know my place in their eyes and it's not a good place. And if I'm being honest here, I don't blame them. I've been a burden to them all, I know I have.

Phil, Tom, Matt, and James all have an academy to run and a war to win, I'm a distraction to them. I...

No, I shouldn't go down this road, positive, think positive...

I have noticed lately that when it comes to certain topics like magic and fighting, I tend to say things subconsciously. Like my brain is programmed with the answers but I just don't know they are there. And what I subconsciously say surprises me at times, sure I agree with my words, but I just don't understand what made me think that way at one time. And some of the stuff I say can be dark and cold, emotionless almost.

Phil thinks that it is the highly decorated soldier in me showing while Tom thinks that it is the result of seeing too many wars. I suppose both could explain what is going on.

The more I figure out about myself, the more intrigued I am. Sure, the details I tend to find out are small and might really mean nothing. but it is those small details that mean a lot to me since it is me figuring myself out. Small details like what type of foods I like or stuff that interests me. But the details I really want to know is what type of decorated soldier was I, what made me a war hero, and what happened to me that made me end up on the grounds of Fyre Academy. It's those that never get any answers.

A war hero would make me be on the good side...right? Though, I do suppose you can be a war hero to the bad side if you are on the bad side. I don't know, I just don't want to find out that I'm some horrible person. I already feel bad enough burdening the Fyre Brothers like I am...

They have a lot on their plate. Last I heard, from Matt, that the war front is progressing meaning Phil and James might be called out to the front lines to fight. James is supposed to return back here tomorrow as he still has some business to take care of in the city.

But I think it might be better that after all my injuries heal, I should leave. Maybe traveling the world will help me figure out what I am and would give the Fyre brothers less distraction.

They've done so much for me that I don't feel like I can ever truly return the favor to them. But who knows, maybe if I master my magic again, I could help on the war front. It isn't like I have anything better to do or anyone pressing to see since...you know..

I wrote a lot more than I really thought I would. I have to say, writing in a journal like this, writing my real feelings about things...it helps a lot. I feel like almost a weight is lifted off my shoulders.

I know I can't ever say some of this stuff out loud, particularly in front of any of the Fyre brothers since I already feel so guilty for disrupting their lives like this. They've been so nice to me and they have no reason to. But I can tell that I'm starting to bother them all. I don't nee--

The quill fell from my hand, making ink splatter on the page and I curse under my breath looking at the mess I made. I let out a soft sigh and put my hand to my forehead, thinking. Why is it so hard to remember? Why? I mean people forget things all the time but they can usually remember. So why is it taking me over two weeks to remember?

I feel lost...and confused.

Why did this happen?

How did this happen?

Could I have done something to prevent me from getting amnesia?

...How can I figure out who I am if I don't know who I was?

I was pulled out of my thoughts when a hand knocked against the desk to grab my attention. I close the journal, looking at Tom.

Tom stared at me, his eyes softened with concern. "You alright there, Seto? I've been trying to get your attention for at least five minutes now," he told me.

I looked at Tom and nodded. "Y-Yeah, just have a lot on my mind. What did you need?" I asked him.

Tom pulled his hand away from the desk, staring at me. "You okay?" he asked me again.

I nodded, forcing a smile. "I'm fine, Tom. I promise. What's up?" I asked him wanting to change the subject away from me as fast as possible.

Tom then smiled at me. "How about sitting in on a class? My class? I think it might be a good idea," Tom said.

I smiled, liking the idea as well. "Sure, what is the class on?" I asked.

Tom crossed his arms. "Well, one of my professors needed the day off today, Phil is already covering for another professor today. The class is about the history of magic," he told me. I perked up a bit. The history of magic, that might be very useful for me to learn. After all, I can't really remember much.

I nodded at him. "Definitely, when is the class?" I asked him.

"In about ten minutes. What were you writing by the way?" he asked as he looked at my journal.

I look at the leather-bound book. "It's...a journal. One of the students suggested that I write everything, that it might help me remember who I am," I told him.

"It is helping?" he asked. I stared at the journal. I mean, not really. But it has only been about two days, so...

My fingers fidget with the quill before I spoke. "I just started so, can't really tell yet," I said. I looked at him. "Do we need to go now?"

He nodded. "Yeah, it is better to get there early so I can prepare," he said. I nod and put the quill down. I get up, putting on my boots. I wobble a bit on the first few steps, Tom grabbing me so my leg doesn't give out. "You alright?" he asks me.

I nod and stand up straight. "Y-Yeah, thanks, just a bit sore it all," I lied. Truth is, my leg is still killing me from climbing up the steps yesterday. And yes, that does make me nervous. I mean, it happened yesterday, in the middle of the day and my leg still hurts from it.

Tom loses his smile, staring at me. "Seto, don't push yourself. Okay? Maybe you should lay down for a bit--"

I shake my head. "No, I've been doing nothing but laying down for the past two weeks, I wanna go outside and breathe some fresh air for once in my life," I complained making him smile at me, amused.

Tom nodded a bit at me. "Alright, alright. But if it is too much and your leg hurts, tell me and I can help you walk or we can stop so you can rest," he said. I lost my smile a bit, feeling the guilt returning. I can't be the reason he is late, he is the main headmaster after all...he has to be a good example to the students, not a bad example and being late does set a bad example. But I nod, knowing that he just wants to be a nice guy to me. So I follow him out, we walk outside and towards the academy building.

The academy is split up in a weird way, first of all, the academy is in freakin' castle that the Fyre brothers built themselves. The castle has the classrooms, chow hall, and anything else academic that it needs. Meanwhile, the dorms that the students live in are separate from the castle in buildings that were also built by the Fyre brothers. They basically built their own little town or city or something here and I'm always impressed by everything they have made. It looks so...amazing.

We walked into the castle and quite honestly, I stay close to Tom and ignore all the looks I'm getting from the people around me. I don't particularly like hanging around the students, they just make me feel on edge.

Tom, seeing my discomfort, starts talking to me. "James should be back tomorrow morning, and he has your sword as well. So we can test just how skilled you are with a blade," he told me. I smiled a bit. Obviously, I have some type of swordsmanship and I really can't wait to find out what it is. According to Matt and Phil, wizards rarely learn swordsmanship or close combat because they rely so much on their magic to protect them. And that concept seems very wrong to me, I mean, magic cannot always be there to protect you.  Sometimes you are gonna have to protect yourself instead of hiding behind your spells for protection.

I looked at Tom. "Can't wait--"

I saw Tom smile a bit like he had some type of plan. "You know, if you want, the academy could always use someone to teach close combat and swordsmanship to the students. After all, we can't rely on magic for everything," he said. My eyes soften, thinking. A job? But what if I'm bad at close combat and swordsmanship. Though I do doubt that since I am a decorated soldier of some kind. But working at the academy does sort of seem like a waste of precious time for me. After all, I do plan on leaving this place once I'm given the all-clear by the infirmary ward.  But how can I tell Tom that? He looks so...happy that I just can't ruin his spirits by saying I'm gonna leave them all after I'm healthy again.

So I just nod and give him the best fake smile that I can manage. "Sounds good, though, we don't know if I am good or not. So let's not jump to conclusions," I told him making him nod, agreeing with me.  I took a pause, thinking before I spoke. "So...what's James like?" I asked him.

I saw Tom smile a bit. "Oh, that's right. You haven't technically met James yet," Tom said before looking at me. "Well, he does live up to his title of being an Elite Wizard. A lot of people are scared of him but that's only because they don't know him. Trust me, Seto, James is a nice person. He can just be...distant at times. But he is willing to help you like the rest of us are," he told me.

I heard a lot about James from Matt and from other students as well. And I have heard various different opinions on the wizard. A lot of people do seem scared of him, but they all do point out that while James can be scary, he has a good heart. And honestly, I don't doubt that he has a good heart. I mean, the other Fyre Brothers are these carefree, crazy, and nice wizards, adding in a wizard who is cold-hearted into that group just doesn't seem right.

I cracked a small smile at him. "Well, I sort of expected him to be nice. After all, I don't think you would get along with someone who is cold-hearted all the time," I told him making him chuckle lightly.

"Well, James can be emotionless at times, but that's just because of what the athar ritual did to him--"

I looked at him, confused. "The athar what?" I asked him.

He looked at him, stunned. "Oh, yeah. We haven't told you," Tom said peaking my interest. He looked away from me with this troubled look on his face. He sighed. "James use to be a completely different person...but the athar changed him completely. Like you, he has had a memory wipe but he doesn't know that he lost memories. So please don't tell him, Phil and I are still trying to find a way to tell him the truth. But I will explain what the athar ritual is to you after the class," he told me. I nodded, making a mental note to make sure he doesn't forget since I am very interested to hear this tale. So James has lost memories as I have...but he just doesn't know he has. Well, I suppose he mustn't have had a complete mind wipe otherwise he would know that he lost his memories.

We walked into a classroom, seeing that there are students who are here and are messing around with magic or are talking.

Tom looks at me and motions to a table that has an open chair. "You can sit other there," he told me. I nodded and head to the seat in the corner of the classroom as Tom walked to the front. I sat in the chair, sitting next to a girl.

She looked at me and smiled a bit. "I'm Rowan, are you some new student?" she asked me. I mean, the new part isn't wrong, but the student part is.

I shake my head at her. "Umm, no. I...Well, it is sort of hard to explain. I'm Seto," I said.

She nodded a bit. "Ahhh, so you're the famous Seto I've heard so much about," she told me. My eyes soften a bit. Wait, so there are rumors about me spreading?

"What have you heard?" I asked her curious.

She smiled. "You are just as cute as the rumors say you are, if not, more," she said. She then lost her smile. "And then there are the bad rumors, don't worry, I believe you about your amnesia since you haven't done anything towards the Fyre Brothers," she said.

"Is everyone really that protective over them?" I asked her.

Rowan nods at me. "Oh definitely, the Fyre Brothers have done a lot for everyone. They are heroes to a lot of people. I'm not shocked that they are willing to help you so much since that just seems to be in their nature," she told me. We both turned our attention to Tom when he quieted the class down. My eyes looked around, there is something familiar about, sitting in a classroom, but I can't help but feel like this feeling isn't real. I mean, if I am some Master Wizard, I had to have gone to some school to learn my magic, and yet sitting in a classroom seems foreign and familiar at the same time.

"Now, who is Master Nicholas and what significance does he hold?" Tom asked the class. I rested my chin in my hand, watching. I saw a hand shoot up and Tom pointed at them.

"Master Nicholas the Creator is the wizard who ensured the survival of the Light Mages. He wanted to create a safe haven for light mages and so he started Laenadur. It started out as a small village to the massive city it is today. He created the Magic Council and set the laws that are still existing even to this day," a student answered. My eyes looked at them. So this Nicholas guy is very important then.

Tom nodded, smiling. "Exactly, and while I know that you all know the stories and legends that surround him already but there is something that a lot of people overlook. Does anyone know the names of the wizards and wizardess that helped Nicholas?" Tom asked. My eyes looked around, seeing that no one knew that answer. I looked back at Tom, seeing him smile a bit. "It's alright, they are known but aren't closely associated with Nicholas. Their names are Lynn, Haden, Jacob, and Iris," he started. He went on to explain things that really I just stopped listening because I was too stuck in my own head thinking. It isn't that I don't enjoy the subject...it's sitting here that I don't like. It feels wrong, very wrong. I feel like I don't belong here.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts when Rowan's hand touched my arm, making my eyes look at her. She gives me a small smile. "You okay?" she whispers. I stare at her for a second and I couldn't help but smile a bit at her and nod. I don't want to distract her from her studies with my problems, especially since we have only just met. She's a nice girl though.

"Yeah, I'm fine, don't worry about me," I whisper to her so Tom doesn't hear me. I don't want Tom to see me distracting one of his students during class either, I don't want that lecture. I see her open her textbook, which she moves to the center of the table so we both can look at it. When I start listening to Tom again, I find myself ignoring him again when I look at the book. I stare at it, confused. Why can I only read some parts of the book?

I point to a paragraph. "What does that say?" I whisper to her.

She looks at the small paragraph. "It's a spell...wait, you can't read it?" she asked me. I shake my head. I don't know that language. So I can't read the spells from Vienna...just another justification that I might not be from this world. I can read the other parts of the page, the stuff where it explains things, but any spells that it has are things I cannot read the language.

I bite down my bottom lip. "Weird..." I mumbled and she nods in agreement. She points to a paragraph with a description of Master Nicholas.

"Can you read this?" she asks me.

I nod to her. "Yeah, it's just the spells I can't read, "I told her.

For the rest of the class, Rowan translated anything I couldn't read from the textbook for me. She didn't have to but she insisted and didn't like how I couldn't read over half of the book. After Tom ended class, he asked for Rowan to stay after and I somewhat had a feeling as to why. We both go up to the front after the other students leave.

Tom looks at me. "Seto--"

I looked at him. "So I have a feeling as to why you asked her to stay," I told him.

He crosses his arms at me. "Oh really? Enlighten me then," he told me.

I stared at him for a second, he looks serious and this is really the first time I've seen him like this. "Talking during class," I told him. Tom nodded at me. I sighed and shook my head. "Blame me, not her. I can't read over half of your textbook and she translated the stuff I couldn't--"

Tom put his hand up halfway, stopping me as I saw him looking concerned now. "Whoa, wait a second. You can't read the textbook?" he asked me. I shake my head.

Rowan then stepped up beside me. "It seems he can't read the wizard language," she told him. Tom stared at me, very confused probably. I'm very confused too.

Tom shakes his head. "How can you be a Master Wizard and not be able to read the wizard language? That makes absolutely no sense," he said.

I looked at him. "Maybe because I'm not from Vienna--"

Tom shakes his head at me again. "No, Seto. There is no way you aren't from Vienna. You wouldn't have survived the dimensional bridge spell. It would have killed you," he told me.

I stepped towards him. "I know, I know. I've already gotten this lecture from Phil, but just listen. The marks on my armor that I showed up here with, they brand me as some type of war hero or high ranking officer. If that is true, how is it that there has been nothing said about my disappearance? How? Also, my magic type is unknown here, it hasn't ever been recorded before meaning my magic is new, and yet I'm a master at it. And now, I cannot read the spell language of Vienna, doesn't that say something to you?" I asked him. He paused, most likely thinking.

Rowan looked at Tom. "If he is from another world, how are we gonna get him home?" she asked.

Tom sighed. "James is coming back tomorrow. He went to each front line camp and to Laenadur to see if anyone was missing a high ranking officer or knows you. I don't want to jump to conclusions, Seto. There is always a logical explanation," he said before he looked at me. "I'll let you off the hook for distracting a student this time, Seto. But next time, you won't be so lucky," he told me making Rowan and I chuckle and nod. Tom smiled. "So, how was the class? Did it help?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "To be completely honest with you, Tom...Rowan was more of my teacher than you were since I couldn't read the textbook very well. Oh, wait, I do have a question though," I told him.

Tom smiled. "Alright, what is it?"

"Do all mages have to learn magic from a classroom?" I asked him.

Tom shakes his head. "No, no, not at all. You can learn from a master or go to school. James has an apprentice, she goes to the school while also learning magic from him at the same time. Why? Do you think you might not have gone to school?" Tom asked.

I nod. "I think so since this whole setup seems...wrong to me. But that might just be the amnesia talking," I said honestly. I looked at him. "But James has an apprentice...Do you have one?" I asked.

Tom nods. "I do and so does Phil. Matt is the only one of us who doesn't have one since his apprentice graduated two months ago. He is looking for another one--"

"Wait, Matt can actually focus on one thing for long periods of time?" I asked him making the two laugh.

Tom smiles. "Matt can be a lot of things that's for sure, he is quite the character. But he is a master wizard for a reason, he was almost made an elite wizard but he rejected it because he didn't want to deal with the responsibilities of an elite wizard-like Phil and James do," he told me. I stared at him. I almost don't believe him but he looks serious about it. Matt struck me as a carefree person who really has no sense of responsibility except only when it comes to helping others. He strikes me more as that really nice person who gets taken advantage of a lot...guess there is more to him then I thought. For him to qualify to be an elite wizard means I severely underestimated him.

I lose my smile. "Really? I never expected to hear that about Matt," I admitted.

Tom nods. "Yeah, his carefree attitude does that," he said. Tom then looked at Rowan. "Rowan, thank you for helping Seto in class," he told her.

She smiled. "No problem," she said.

Tom smiled, his eyes glanced at me and looked at Rowan as if he got some idea. "Actually, do you have anymore classes today?" he asked. She shook her head at him. Tom motioned to me. "Do you mind teaching Seto the wizard language?" he said and I saw her face practically light up in excitement.

She nodded. "Of course! I would be happy to do that!" she said. I looked at her. I guess it is a good idea for me to learn it, after all, if I am going to relearn my magic, I might have to use Vienna spells. Rowan looked at me, giving me a smile. "You free now?" she asked.

I nod. "Yeah," I said.

And so, I follow Rowan, limping a bit but still managing. My leg isn't as bad as it was compared to this morning.

But she looked at me when this concerned look in her eye. "Oh, that's right. You're still recovering from your injuries. I'm sorry, I--"

I shake my head at her and smile. "No, it's fine, Rowan. I'm mostly healed, I'm just gonna have a permanently injured leg is all," I told her but she still looked guilty. "Why are you beating yourself up? Not like you did this to me--"

She shakes her head. "That's not the point. You...You don't deserve this, no one does. I was going to head to my dorm room to get my books. But I'll meet you at the Fyre Tower, I don't want you to have to walk up all those steps with your leg," she told me. Seeing how guilty she looked, I'm guessing she's not taking no for an answer. So I just nodded, seeing that agreeing with her will be easier than disagreeing.

We went separate ways when we left the castle, I went to the tower, going to my room in it. My journal, I never finished the entry. I went to the desk and opened the leather-bound book seeing the mess I made when I accidentally dropped the quill when I went to get more ink. I frown a bit. Well, no fixing it, I'll just write around it. I read what I wrote to myself and all those negative feelings come flooding back to me.

I almost feel ashamed for what I wrote, but the truth is, that is what I really am feeling. I don't regret writing it...I just am ashamed that that is my mindset right now. That's it is so...negative.

I pick up the quill and dip the tip in the ink and start writing again.

New development that only backs up the claim of me not being from Vienna. I can't read the spell language. Rowan, one of the students of Fyre Academy, is gonna teach me it. I met her during Tom's class when I tagged along.

She seems very nice and sweet, kinda cute too but that's not the point here. Rowan translated everything for me during the class that I couldn't understand.

But the fact I can't read the wizard language here...That backs up the claim of me not being from Vienna. But Tom and Phil aren't convinced, they want to wait until James comes back to assume that I'm from another dimension.

Another new development, I have severely underestimated and misjudged Matt. Tom told me that Matt qualifies to be an elite wizard but only rejected it because he didn't want the responsibilities of an elite wizard. I have very much misjudged him and I feel really bad that I have. I'll have to give him more of a chance since he is more than what he seems.

I think I hear Rowan, so guess I'll continue this in the next entry tomorrow.

-Seto

I put down the quill, staring at the page as the ink dried on the page. The journal is...it helps in a sense of writing my thoughts and feelings down. Even if there are only two entries right now, I can't help but feel protective over it. I close the book, putting the journal into a desk drawer so Rowan wouldn't see it when she comes in here.

I pick up one of the many books that are in the room that are either in piles or stacked with others. I've read a lot, trying to figure out the world and really have only gotten through about eleven books since I haven't been able to leave this room for about a week and a half and haven't had anything better to do than to read books.

But I hear Rowan come into the tower. I get up from my desk, leaving my room since I don't know if she knows her way around this confusing place. I go to the front entrance, and I smile seeing her looking around looking amazed.

Her eyes land on me and she smiles. "I've never actually been in here before! It's amazing!" she said.

I nod. "Yeah, well, it was built by the Fyre Brothers," I said and she nods.

"Yeah, good point. Sometimes I forget what amazing and legendary builders they are," she admits. She has three books in her arms, all three of them looking old and worn like it has been used a lot and is falling apart due to it. I offer to take the book which she hands me two of them. I lead her to my room, and when she enters, she stops in the doorway. "Did you read all these books?" she asked looking at the books stacked on almost every surface and some on the floor.

I set the books on the desk and shake my head. "No, I haven't. I only have gotten through a few of them so far. I asked Matt to get me some books about this world and well...he brought me about almost thirty books," I told her. She chuckled lightly and set the book down on the desk. I looked at them, reading the covers. Two of them are spellbooks while the other...I can't tell what the other one is since I can't read it. "So...what's first?" I asked her.

She smiled and opened the book I couldn't read the title of. When she opened it, I saw an alphabet with basically chicken scratch on one side and letters on the other. I stared at it, well, we are really going to the bare bone basics. I moved some books off a chair and pulled it beside the desk. I sat in one chair and she sat in the other beside me.

She pushed the book in front of me. "Okay, here is the alphabet," she said.

The lessons went on for the next four hours and I can't really say that did not need them I found them to be very helpful and I did learn a lot. But she needed to go after the four hours, luckily though, she planned to let me borrow her books to study which I'm more than happy to do seeing how I don't really have anything else to be doing.

After she left, Phil, Tom, and Matt came to my room.

Phil was smirking at me. "Getting to know the ladies, are we?" he questioned making me look at him as I felt heat rise to my cheeks.

"W-What?! Rowan was just teaching me the Vienna mage language since I don't know it. That's all," I told him, and yet he didn't seem very convinced. And I didn't really care, let him think what he wants.

I looked at Tom, now wondering why all three of them were in my room. "Did something happen?" I asked him confused.

Tom shook his head. "No, no. I just felt like we should tell you all that has been going on in the background. We just got a message from James and he's coming back tomorrow with...company," he said. And something about how he said that put my on edge.

I closed the book, turning towards the brothers. Phil leaned against the wall while the other two either sat on my bed or in the chair that Rowan had moved back. I could tell that this was serious and bad but I couldn't tell how.

"W-What kind of company? What did James say?" I asked them. Tom looked at Phil, not speaking.

Phil sighed and looked at me. "Does the name Mianite ring any bells?" he asked me. I paused, thinking for a moment. I racked my brain to see if it is familiar to me and I shake my head at him.

My eyes looked at Phil. "No, no, what's a Mianite?" I asked him.

"He's a god to the humans. This world is called the Realm of Mianite, that's what the humans call it at least. The wizards call this land by its ancient name, Vienna. But are you sure that you have never met Mianite before?" he asked me again. I stared at him, now I don't like this. I don't like this one bit. I don't like how they are looking at me with...pity and concern. Now I am used to that, but this is a different type of concern, this isn't the 'hey you're injured so you shouldn't push yourself' type of pity and concern. This is the 'you're in danger' type of concern.

"What's going on?" I asked them.

Phil crossed his arms. "Mianite is angry and no one knows why. But James said that the Magic Council is blaming you for his anger," Phil told me.

My eyes widen in shock as I stood from my chair. "W-What?! But I don't know Mianite! I don't--"

Phil's eyes harden at me. "That doesn't matter. You showed up about three weeks ago and Mianite's anger started three weeks ago. We haven't had a war against the gods in decades and we almost lost that war. The Magic Council will do anything and everything to avoid going to war...even if it means sacrificing someone who is completely innocent," Phil said. I stare at Phil. So they are accusing me out of fear? Out of me being some unknown entity? But why don't they just ask Mianite themselves?! Is that so hard?!

"W-Why don't they just ask the god themselves? Why--"

Tom shakes his head. "That's not how it works, Seto and unfortunately, the gods haven't chosen champions for decades. So we have no way of contacting Mianite, Ianite, or Dianite. They contact us, we don't contact them. But the gods and wizards have always had a bad relationship after the war. We keep to ourselves and stay out of their way and they stay out of ours. We keep to ourselves because we don't want to spark another war. But this could spark into a war--"

I shake my head. "I swear, I don't know him. I didn't do anything--"

"Do you have any evidence of that?" Phil asked me.

I looked at Phil, staring at him. My hands balled into loose fists for a moment. "Don't tell me that you are gonna back up with the Magic Council," I told him.

Phil shrugs his shoulders. "There is a lot we don't know about you and how you came here...you're injuries match those that gods can inflict upon wizards. And from what James wrote in his message...too many things line up here for it not to be--"

I turn to Matt, it isn't like I looked at Phil as a friend but I at least hoped that he would have my back. But if anyone would believe me, it would be Matt. After all, Matt has been there for me since I woke up while the other three haven't been. "Matt, you believe this?" I asked him.

Matt looked at me and hesitated. "I...I don't know," he said. I stared at him, so much for everything we have gone through together the last two weeks. I looked at Phil, my eyes hardening at the earth wizard. But before I could speak, Tom stood up, interjecting.

"Let's calm down...Seto. We aren't accusing you of this, at least Matt, James, and I aren't. We are just warning you. The gods aren't people you want to mess with. Especially you since you don't have strong enough magic to defend yourself against a god. You need to be careful and you need to be extra sure that you had nothing to do with Mianite," Tom told me. I paused, thinking. Never before have I wanted to remember what I did. The name, Mianite, is not familiar to me at all. But the term gods are. Gods, they...I know what gods are it's just, I never really gave them much thought because of my amnesia and such.

I looked at Tom. "If I did do something to Mianite, wouldn't he have killed me?" I asked.

Phil pointed at me. "You were found on the brink of death, Seto. You were supposed to die, it is thanks to our expert healers that you lived," Phil said. I stared at Phil, shocked really. Perhaps I misjudged Phil as well, he doesn't wait to throw people out to die. Maybe it is better I just leave now rather than later as I had originally planned.

"I never planned on staying here...so maybe I'll just leave now rather than later--" Matthew stood from my bed as Tom moved in front of me, grabbing my arms making take a step back as I looked at him.

"Seto, we're on your side. We are. It's just that when the gods get involved things get complicated and people get scared easily. If it does turn out that you had something to do with Mianite's anger then we might not be enough to protect you from him or the Council. The Council will do whatever they can to avoid another war against Mianite," Tom said. He let go of me. I let out a steady breath, calming myself. I can't really blame them for distrusting me, now that I think about it, a lot of things do line up. But I can't help but still feel offended that they would just accuse me with no logical evidence to back up the claim.

Tom turned away from me, looking at Tom. From what Tom described before, Phil is usually the peacekeeper of the four. But I don't see it with how he is acting right now. "Phil, apologize," Tom said.

Phil sighed. "Alright, I'm sorry. I went too far. But this is serious, Seto. Things like this don't just go away, they get worse before they get better. So just watch your back. The students might not feel safe around you if word gets out that you are accused of this," he said. I nodded, knowing he was right. I guess we just need to wait for James to get back with whoever decided to tag along with him. I just hope that James is much better about this than Phil. That I hope he isn't as scary as people say he is since I have yet to meet him.

Tom then smiled at me. "So, you like Rowan?" he asked me.

My eyes looked at Tom. "Not in the way all of you seem to think I do. She's...a friend. That's it," I said. Why did it feel so weird to say that? I guess because I've only known her for a few hours.

But saying that word, friend...it felt foreign.

Did I have friends before all of this? And if I did...do they even care I'm gone?

Well, I did show up here badly injured...they might think I'm dead. That should make me feel better but it just makes me feel worse. What if they need me?

My eyes looked at the three. "Who are the gods anyway?" I asked them.

"Mianite, he's the god of the Overworld. Ianite, she's the goddess of the End. And Dianite, he's the god of the Nether," Phil explained to me. I flinched a bit. The Nether? That...That word sounds familiar to me. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? I'll have to look into the Nether to see what it is. It could help me regain my memory and also clear my name of this accusation.