Soaring through the sky would be something that one should take pleasure in. The views and the freedom that you receive is better than anything combined. You would be no longer bound to the earth; now you could be considered as a bird who has left the nest to take flight. Wonderful and astonishing views await you further from the horizon.

Or so, one would think.

Brice hated flying, especially on his electric hover board. First of all, it took up too much of his energy. Second of all, he was deathly afraid of heights. The last time he had tried to do this was when Seto took off in hopes to find that Sorcerer he'd eventually kill; otherwise known as his first mission.

Third of all, his energy.

Brice screamed as his board dissipated below his already shaking feet. His body was now weightless as he began to fall, hurdling towards the earth at a rapid speed. He eventually crashed into a jungle. Luckily, his fall was softened by a tree.

He couldn't tell where he was, but he knew he was nearing the base. His body was drained; he had been traveling over different terrains for the past day. Of course, he was like a battery. Without recharging, he would eventually die out.

He huffed, trying to regain his composure. Surely he couldn't traverse the forest by foot, but it would be worth a try. He stood up and began to walk down the dirt path. Good thing it was high noon—there was enough light for him to see where he was going.

However, he couldn't help but worry about his teammates. If Zek couldn't make it successfully back, shouldn't he be dead too? If he did make it back, how was Seto doing? Surely that brunet had the power to destroy anything in his path, just like that doctor had said.

He knew Mitch, Jerome, Adam, and Ty were a lost cause. Knowing the Headmaster, they were probably executed by now. Even if he attempted to go back for them, they would have simply served as bait. Brice was smart enough to know that if he did go back to that palace, his doom would be soon to come afterwards. Now he really wanted that Headmaster's throat.

But now everything was gone. His satchel and sword were lost in that battle. Those were his two prized possessions! Hell, that sword could have brought them to victory if he knew how to use it right! He angrily kicked a stone aside. It bounced back, hitting him in the shin.

"Fuck!" He shouted. Birds soared high in the sky, seeming to be startled at his sudden outburst.

Yeah, this is going to be one hell of a walk back to base.

***

"Tyler, we are not training Seto like a dog," Kyle angrily whispered.

It had been a day since Seto had awoken from his slumber. Kyle, Tyler, and Zek were extremely tired; they gained no sleep. It was almost as if they were babysitting a toddler—Seto was not obedient and acted aggressive. Of course, the trio knew he couldn't actually do anything without getting injured (since most of their hand to hand "fights" ended up making Seto bleed or cry somehow).

"Shut it," Tyler elbowed him in the stomach. He turned his chair, facing the brunet who sat across from them. "Alright Seto, we're going to play a little game, okay?"

"I hate games," Seto barked.

Tyler rolled his eyes, before pulling out a cardboard chart from underneath the table. It looked to be sloppily made by a grade schooler. There was light blue construction paper hot glued to the front, as well as glitter thrown all over it. The title of the piece was "TYLER POINTS." Zek, Kyle, and Seto's names were all written on the side, along with lines that separated them.

"Alright everyone," Tyler cooed, "these are Tyler Points."

"That's stupid," Zek sneered.

He pulled out a package of stickers that had only his face on it. Kyle groaned, slouching in his chair. Again, he received an elbow to the stomach.

"The game will be played like this. Tyler Points are distributed when you have nice manners, respect, and a good attitude. Whoever gets the most Tyler Points, wins my homemade sandwiches!"

Seto snapped his fingers. The cardboard roared with purple flames. Tyler gasped, throwing it aside and hoping that its surroundings wouldn't catch on fire. The flames had eventually stopped once the cardboard was fully burnt. He frowned, "I guess someone's not getting a Tyler Point."

"This is so fucking stupid!" Seto slammed his fist against the table. Again, by the sheer power of this angry midget, one would have anticipated the wooden table faltering under his hit. Of course, it didn't. Seto plopped his forehead against the table, beginning to cry, "I just wanna go home."

"Look what you did dipshit, you made him cry!" Kyle exclaimed, grunting.

"Looks like you're not getting a Tyler Point either," Tyler sassed, crossing his arms.

"Oh give me that," Zek snatched the package of stickers and ripped them in half. Tyler croaked, he too plopping his head against the table.

"My Tyler Points—" he whined, "it took so long to make those."

"Tyler, I swear to god, if you actually start crying," Zek grunted, shaking his head while rubbing his temples.

"But my Tyler Points—"

"Can you all just shut up!" Seto snapped, lifting his head from the table. His fists were glowing purple as if he was ready to attack. "I should have kill your all off the moment I laid eyes on you all!"

Without warning, a purple flame was tossed across the table. Zek managed to block Tyler's head from being incarcerated with his hand that shifted into darkness. It gobbled the flame up. Tyler toppled backwards and out of his chair, then hid behind Kyle.

Seto huffed, body tense and shaking. His eyes had a purple mist to them, almost as if his mind was clouded. He snapped his fingers; the purple flames had begun burning the table. Zek stood back, watching it whisk away into a pile of ashes.

The brunet dashed foreword, leaping and tackling Zek. The raven haired male was now pinned to the ground. Seto held him by the throat, then proceeded to cast a protective bubble around the two. Large, sharp spikes adorned the bubble's outer layer. Tyler screamed, pulling Kyle away.

"Zek!" The duo of Humans screamed.

He gasped for air, managing to land a kick in the brunet's abdomen. Seto couched up blood, but didn't budge. Zek, however, felt his grip loosening. If Seto had set his hands to flames, he would have been dead right now.

Zek was barely able to speak as he began to have a violent coughing fit. His air supply was running low. Slow suffocation was not the way he wanted to die, "Y-You can't kill me!"

Seto grinned from ear to ear, "Wanna bet?"

The Sorcerer proceeded to lift him up by his neck and slam him into the ground. Zek felt something crack in his body, possibly a bone, as well as a deep dent in the floor. Seto laughed, clearly driven over the edge by rage and insanity. Zek struggled and kicked him in the chin. Seto let go.

The two were still encased in the bubble, but now Zek had the advantage. He'd been perfecting his move for a while, so it would have been worth a shot to test out. He took a deep breath in before exhaling. His body dissipated into a thick, black smoke that engulfed the whole bubble. Perfect.

Seto gasped for air. He couldn't inhale the form that Zek was in, so there was no choice but to create an opening. Snapping his fingers, the bubble dissipated. Zek, in his smoke form, dispersed away. Whisking around the room, he became whole again. He was about to approach Seto again when he encased himself into a bubble. It was a smaller one that could fit him and only him.

He laid on the ground hugging his knees. The spikes grew larger on the outside. Zek took out his pocket knife and attempted to cut them off, or at least pierce the magic bubble. It was no use; the material was one he had never seen before. He took a helpless glance at Kyle.

"Let me heal you," he said while noticing Zek's irregular posture. Obviously something had broken; anyone could see that. All he could do was nod as he sat on the floor. Kyle sat behind him, his hands glowing a pastel pink.

Zek shook his head, "Seto, listen to me. I know you can hear me in there."

"Get away from me!" Seto shouted, desperately trying to heal himself as quick as possible. The blood curdled out of his mouth.

"This is stupid, but," Zek murmured to himself as he pressed his hand against the bubble. Seto's eyed widened. He forced his hand foreword, causing a large spike to pierce through the middle of his palm. Zek winced, but continued talking.

"I know there's some part of you in there that just remembers who we are," Zek spoke softly, attempting to not make his image in a cowardice way. "I know you're hurting, but please try to remember everything you've did at the School of Creation. Try to remember the old you, not this hypnotized brat!"

Seto growled, "I don't know what you're talking about you insolent scum!"

Zek reached into his back pocket again, this time taking out his wallet. He opened it, taking it a small, photocopied piece of paper. It was an old photo of Seto and Brice smiling together on a cliff side. It was the time that Brice had, well, awkwardly asked Seto to be his boyfriend. The blond never stopped talking about it. Zek chuckled at how Brice always explained it.

Seto seemed to take interest in the photo as he reached his hand out. The bubble shifted around his arm. Zek passed the photo into his hands, hoping for the best. Seto put his hand back into the safety of his bubble, taking a look at the image. It was so familiar, but had been so distant. He held his right eye again, grunting.

"I—" he choked out, shaking violently. The voices screaming in his head all became one. The spikes retracted. Zek sighed with relief as he pulled his hand away. Now there was a humongous hole in his left hand, how peachy.

"His name was Brice," Seto murmured, a small smile forming on his face.

The bubble torn down, revealing that same brunet that always let his guard down. A heart of gold, but a head of steel. He always has good intentions, but never put them into action. He was lost in a sea of faces and didn't know who to listen to. He angrily crumpled the photo which caught Zek off guard.

Instead of attacking, Seto stood up. He ripped the creeper face amulet off his neck and shoved it into his pocket—an action that Kyle was able to understand. He grinned from ear to ear. As soon as he was finished healing Zek, he bolted towards the brunet and held him in a bear hug. Seto squirmed.

"Let go of me, god dammit!" Seto shouted while kicking his legs furiously. Zek and Tyler were completely lost in regards to Kyle's motives.

"Welcome to the team! You've finally come to your senses!" Kyle squealed like a child. "I haven't been this proud in so long! Oh my god, is this how a mother feels like? Your mother would have been so proud—"

"Can you stop ranting?" Seto shoved him off and gasped for air. He held his right eye again, seeming to form an ice pack.

"Do you remember us?" Zek broke the ice with that question.

"Vaguely, but enough to know that I can trust you all," Seto nodded.

"Good," Tyler butted in, "because you have a lot of explaining to do."