So, class ended.

School ended.

As the sounds of students screaming and the hollering teachers faded, Brice and Zek were among the last ones of exit the school. Taking a step outside, the air smelled damp, as if it had rained the night before. Looking around, Brice opened up his phone and looked at his text messages. Finding Adam's message specifically, he opened the conversation up. Zek stood on his toes, peaking over the blond's shoulder.

The Cringe - Two Messages Since 15:01 (3:01PM)

my address is E15 Creation St.,
see u l8ter

k

triggered that just
caused a vietnam flashback

dammit adam

The two friends made awkward eye contact with each other, before heading off to the other's house. Since it was in section E, it wouldn't take too much of a hassle to find, mostly because Brice's own house, G01, was nearby. Going at a quick pace, the two made it there within five to six minutes. Brice strolled up the white, wooden porch steps, with each step making an irritable creaking noise.

So, Brice anxiously stood there, waiting for Adam to answer the door while Zek leaned against the dusty white porch railing. The silver colored door slowly opened, followed with a loud creak. 'Does he ever fix anything here? Jesus.' Brice's eyes was met with a soft, red velvet colored eye. Ty smiled, shuffled aside while saying, "Come in."

Zek and Brice nodded, with the two entering in side by side. The air had smelled like fresh scented candles, particularly cinnamon. The floor was recently polished and the prestige white walls were glossy, almost as if you could see your reflection in both. Upon entering, Adam looked up from his book, then signaled the two to come join him on the couch. They did as followed, sitting down next to the brown haired male on the lumpy leather couch.

"I can tell something's on your mind, Brice." Adam chuckled, adjusting his sunglasses. For a moment there was a flash of a pair of golden, bright eyes that were filled with enthusiasm.

"Obviously—" Ty scoffed, sitting down next to Adam as well. The oak brown haired male punched the other in the shoulder, glaring at him.

"What should I do?" Brice murmured, burying his face into his sweaty palms. His voice was muffled, quiet. "That Scripture just appearing out of no where means that 'Rebellion' is going to happen."

"Of course something's going to happen, you're the Prince after all. Where ever the Prince goes, trouble seems to always lurk behind it." Zek spoke up, clearing his throat.

"Moving on," Brice glared at Zek, "that blurry photo that came with the Scripture seems to have a resemblance to that Kaji. It's uncanny, even though it's extremely blurry."

"True, but let's focus on the Scripture. It talks about 'Rebellion,' like you mentioned earlier. There is a bad issue on your part because there are many possibilities, but the upmost important one that I can think of is that they're rebelling against the King and You." Ty explained, counting on his fingers.

"Then, why would Seto need to play a roll in this? He probably doesn't know any better than we do." Adam replied, patting Brice on the back. The blond felt beads of sweat dripping down his forehead like a faucet. "But, if something happens, you know we'll be behind you on this—you'll just need to explain it to the others. You're stressing about nothing, everything will be alright. Bring over the Scripture again, we'll look through them closely this time."

"Already one step ahead of you," Zek snickered, tossing up his blue wristband. The wristband stretched in the air, floating before exploding and turning into a blue and red checkered backpack. He opened it, then took out a scroll and placed it on the coffee table. The scroll was dusty, a bit damaged, and smelled like an old book. Zek closed the backpack and set it aside.

Gulping, Zek opened the scroll. Pale yellow dust flew around in the air. The boys coughed, trying to fan away the dust from their faces. Once it had cleared up, the scroll was blank. Brice hesitantly breathed in, placing his hand on the scroll. It seemed to have scan him, for as the scroll had only revealed words once it had scanned the blond's hand.

"Where did you find this?" Ty had asked, amazed.

"I forgot you weren't there when it happened..." Adam mumbled. He spoke up, "We found it in the middle of the Ashe Forest about a month ago. It seemed to have crashed from the sky, since it was in a crater with the surrounding trees burning. When we went to investigate the Scripture, it was blank. However, when Brice put his hand on it, the words appeared. It's pretty freaky, we haven't found anyone that could make the words appear but Brice."

"Enough explaining, let's just read it." Zek scolded, taking out his glasses from the backpack and brushing his fringe away from his eye. His glossy red and blue eyes were shown.

Dear Prince Brice Putin Solace,

It is to my upmost importance that you read this document, for as it is for your own eyes only. But, unfortunately, knowing you, this rule shall be broken in the matter of seconds. If you're wondering who I am, that will be remained as a secret until the time has become correct. For now, I go by X.

I will be sending Scriptures during each time that an urgency will come up. These Scriptures will always be in advance.

Continuing, for this sudden attention that I have proceeded to give you, I have my own reasons. I have come to warn you about the Rebellion and the troops that will fall in the end. The

There was a huge tearing in the portion of the paper. The gap was burnt on the edges, fragile and crispy.

Although the main reason does sound quite farfetched, seeming to have come out of some kind of action movie, the truth is revealed to you, and only you (unless you decide to share this, which you will). Your companion will not realize the truth until one of the first people have fallen. To

The paper here was damp, covered with splotches of ink. Something had gone wrong, for as the ink was smeared and had dried. It was possibly dumped on after the Scripture was finished.

you to be prepared for the future. Both of you need to use your bravery, strength, and wits the people through these difficult times. I know, you're afraid, but I believe that you can do this.

You both have lived in a world of comfort, but at a cost. You're afraid to bring in and trust, that's why you both make a good team. You rely on each other, you need each other. Your techniques will match until your last breaths. You both are not careless, and you both do things to your own benefits. Anything is possibly if you attempt to achieve, and do not disobey. Death is always knocking at your door, be warned.

In su

This time, this portion of the Scripture was torn, as well as being covered in a metallically smelling, red velvet colored blood. It had looked as if there was a struggle—some kind of fight that had occurred between the writer and an outside force. This made the group of boys uneasy, almost as if something was going to strike them next.

I know you can do this.

I trust in you.

From,
"X"

"The Scripture doesn't tell much anyway about the Rebellion." Brice sighed, scratching the back of his head. "Yet, what was the purpose of attaching this photo if you can't even read anything important!"

"The photo is deteriorating, it's color went from a brownish tint to a black and white." Adam commented, holding up the photo he had gotten from Zek. "It's even got holes in it, almost like that Scripture."

"We're getting nowhere with this!" Brice groaned, snatching the picture, ripping it to shreds and throwing it onto the ground. "I should just exterminate those two Kajis, I don't like them."

"You'll be killed, or even worse—expelled!" Zek gasped. "It's a terrible idea!"

"It'll be easy. I'll just 'accidentally' kill both of them during a battle. I'll team with Mitch, we can handle both of them. Also, I think he'll like the team reward as well." Brice explained his masterful plan.

"Dumb idea, you don't know what the Kajis are capable of. Kyle could be just as strong, if not stronger, than Seto." Adam murmured, frowning. "Since he's a sound user, he can also manipulate wind as well—if he's skilled enough. He can probably send healing through waves of wind as well. It's a good combination, an unstoppable one when concerning teaming. He can probably overheal as well, which can cause an overwhelming nausea."

"Ovehealing? Isn't that something that healing elemental users were told not to do?" The raven haired male questioned, intrigued.

"It's a good use in battle to make the enemy weaken." Adam shrugged, standing up. "I mean—we do have tomorrow and Sunday to figure this all out, we just need to catch them doing something and then they'll get expelled. Simple as that."

"What about sabotage?" Ty suggested, changing the topic. Adam walked away into the kitchen, then came back with four cokes. The boys opened them and drank.

"Seto's on Miss Rosenthal's good side because he beat me in battle." Brice sighed, frowning. "If he does anything 'bad,' he can easily blame it on me."

"What if we just watch them until we see them doing something bad?" Ty suggested once more, "it's a pretty good idea, if I do say so myself."

"I just said that—" Adam quietly murmured.

"That's actually a good idea, let's go do it! We have all weekend anyway." Brice cheered.

"Stalking it is then." Adam spoke up, rolling his eyes behind his sunglasses.

"Don't be so square, Adam!" Zek teased, drinking his coke. "Besides, we've got the Prince on our side, nothing can happen to us!"

"It's just—" Adam huffed, "I don't have a good feeling about that Kaji, almost the suspicion he's a..."

"—Sorcerer." Seto had said out loud, his converse shoes scraping against the dirt, soiling them. Kyle had watched the brunet pace back and fourth for the last thirty-two minutes.

"Honestly, you're stressing too much about this. Who's a Sorcerer besides us? We're safe here." Kyle groaned, falling backwards on the soft, luscious green grass. The two were outside on a hill, farthest away from the School of Creation. The wind had slowly brought a cold breeze that brushed against their faces. Leafs were twirling in their quiet dance while the rest of the world seemed to be at peace.

"It's not that." Seto frowned. "Most Hybrids are already accusing me of being a Sorcerer. For example, Mr. Huro brought up the subject during History Class."

"Hybrids are stiff these days, they find it hard to trust and hard to let go." Kyle explained, counting on his fingers. "Tyler and Shelby are pretty cool though, I'd have to admit."

"Once more, you're off topic." Seto groaned. "We'll have to continue investigating the School of Creation with more caution. Since it is what the Hybrids call 'Weekend,' we'll have an opportunity to take a better examination at the school."

"What are you specifically looking for? You've gotten my attention." Kyle grinned from ear to ear, his bright blue orbs sparkling with excitement.

"Simple." Seto said. "Student Credential Files, SCF for short. Specifically, I want the ones from Prince Solace and his accomplices, as well as ones from previous accounts of Sorcerers found in this school."

He continued, "Once we have those, it will be much easier to pinpoint a certain target with the wits of identifying the both of us, or accusing us. We'll exterminate them, almost like a game of cat and mouse; including that wretched Prince."