A white-haired boy walked along the brick path to the boys' dormitory no. 3, the sunlight turning the reddish brown colour to a golden shade.
The boy passed by multiple people. Some were in a group while others were couples. He seemed to be the only one alone.
The boy was none other than Zephyr, a top student in the 1st year of the Royal Veridion Academy, but also one of the most unknown.
He put his hand into a pocket of his coat and pulled out a key with a silver tag. 'Room 4, 1st floor, Boys' dormitory no. 3' was written on the tag, the letters almost fading away.
He put the key back into the pocket, turning his thoughts towards a different topic.
'What was the incantation again? I think I wrote it down on one of my journals.'
Later...
Zephyr stepped into his room, locking the door behind him. He looked around the room attentively before facing his study table.
He walked towards the table, taking another key out of his other pocket. He inserted the key and turned it two timed, opening the drawer.
Inside, lay four books with pure black covers. At the bottom of each cover, three words were written 'Zephyr Von Valour'.
He turned the book, revealing another set of small characters written at the bottom, 'journal number two'.
He took out another book. This time, it was labelled 'journal number three'. He opened the front page, meeting a picture of a smiling human mouth stitched with a needle and thread.
He tried flipping a page, but with the glow of the thread in the picture, the book remained sealed. He pulled harder but to no avail.
'My skill is still working after ten years? Neat!' Zephyr told himself. He rose his other hand, placing it on the picture.
"Unseal padlock" Zephyr activated his skill, Padlock.
[The skill Padlock is a legendary-grade skill that allows the user to place certain restrictions on ANYTHING. Such restrication could be limiting the total Mana a person can unleash, how much mana an artifact could handle, and so on.
However, using the skill consumes a large portion of Mana, and it may increase according to how powerful/durable the target is. The longer the skill lasts, the more physical strain the user feels during a physical activity.
The skill can also be used to remove the restrictions placed by a similar or the same skill]
The thread began glowing with the colour of Scheele's green. The light intensified, eventually settling down with the sound of a low hissing sound. Zephyr flipped a page successfully because the restriction had been removed.
Zephur turned a few more pages until he finally stopped at a page. He pulled another drawer and picked up a piece of chalk.
He walked to the centre of the room and began drawing a magical circle on the floor.
*****
Zephyrstood up, having finally finished the magic circle. He placed the remaing piece of clay on the table, wiping away the chalk on his hand.
Zephyr stepped back from the magic circle, bitting into his index finger. He had out his hand, letting a few drops of his blood fall onto the magic circle.
Almost instantly, the circle erupted in a bright light. Winds grew stronger around the light, casting an eerie feeling.
It ended as soon as it had begun, with a shadow now in the middle of the circle.
The moonlight (the sun had already set) came in through the curtain, revealing the shadow's appearance. It had one eye in the centre of its face, long black hair, and his pupil was the colour of pure black.
"It's been quite a long time. What's the occasion, Zephyr?" A voice came from the figure.
"Good to see you again, Dozenith." Zephyr began, his voice in a calm tone. "I need your help."
The figure, now revealed as 'Dozenith,' let out a creepy laugh. "And what does the great Zephyr need from me?"
Zephyr placed down the journal and pulled out a small piece of paper. "I want you to alter the dreams of this person."
"May i ask why? You normally wouldn't do something as petty as asking me to alter his dreams." Dozenith asked, taking the piece of paper from Zephyr's face.
"Since when did I have to answer you?" Zephyr asked, his voice shifting to a more stern and strict voice.
Dozenith flinched. "S-sorry!" He said as his body began crumbling into specks of dust. "I will definitely fulfil this task for you. Do not worry!"
"You better..." Zephyr said, narrowing his eyes. "They don't call me the spirit devourer for nothing."