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Started June 19, 2018 by Deleted user

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Draco solemnly walked back to his protèges and Skylar. They sat silently, unchanged from when he took Rvan to his room, and Draco cleared his throat, “Is everyone okay?”

The fire protégés nodded, even though none of them were entirely okay, not after seeing Rvan like that. Skylar didn’t say anything, but Draco noticed the burn mark on her shoulder. His stomach twisted in a not. Skylar had been harmed on his watch. “Good heavens, Skylar, why didn’t you tell me about that burn?”

Skylar shrugged, “I didn’t really notice it,” She couldn’t get that image out of her head, of Rvan staring at her with those haunted, empty eyes. She felt terrible.

“Why don’t we have a look at that,” Draco looked at the rest of them, “We only have two rooms, so we'll go three people per room. There just down the hall, the ones with the lights turned off. There might be some sleeping bags in the cupboards, we only have two beds…” Draco trailed off. The others got up and went to settle down in their rooms, leaving him and Skylar alone.

Draco began shorting through the cupboards. “I know I have burn ointment in here somewhere.” He hoped Skylar didn’t see his shake. The last time he had been in this room—He shook his head and chased that memory away.

Skylar looked around the entire room. Dust covered everything like a thin layer of snow. She dragged her finger across her chair’s armrest and left a small trail of ebony leather. “You know, I find it odd that a fire draman would have burn ointment. You are virtually fire proof after all.”

“When you consider the fact I am training extremely powerful and inexperienced protégés and news reporters don’t give a d*mn about personal space, it doesn’t seem odd at all.” Draco replied.

Skylar looked around the entire room. Dust covered everything like a thin layer of snow. She dragged her finger across her chair’s armrest and revealed a small trail of ebony leather. “You know, I find it odd that a fire draman would have burn ointment. You are virtually fire proof after all.”

Draco dug through his cabinet to find his most prized product. Sparrow17. He sat down from across Skylar, “This is the best quality salve I’ve ever made.”

Skylar’s eyes widened when she heard that name. She knew Draco ran a company that sold sunscreen and skin care products…Oh gods this had to be a coincidence. “Sparrow17?” She asked.

Draco smiled fondly at the memory of naming it, “Yes. It’s the best ointment you could possibly get,” Draco unscrewed the cap and dipped a cloth in it. He gently spread the cream on Skylar’s arm.

Skylar kept looking at Draco’s face as he carefully applied the burn ointment to her arm. It had to be a coincidence. she was over thinking things. “That’s funny,” she said with a small fake laugh, “My mother’s password is Sparrow17 for nearly everything.” She always wore a black sparrow mask to the Masked Dance, but that was also completely coincidental. Draco would—no, he had to—assure her of this now by laughing and saying, “Well, that’s odd.”

Draco went slightly pale, and faltered slightly, “Well -um- that’s a strange coincidence,” He tried furiously to pay attention to spreading the ointment over her arm, but her burn was already covered. Draco screwed the cap back on his ointment.

He faltered. Skylar saw it. She sat up quickly. “I think I am going to start setting up my bed.” She added, hastily. Gods, her hands were shaking. She left the room quickly. It’s just a coincidence. She reminded herself, even though her heart knew otherwise.

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Thalia wrung her hands, laying in the bed beside Nula. Gosh… It was so much worse than she imagined, “D-Do you think t-that he’s… okay?” Thalia whispered to Nula. She felt Nula turn in bed o face her.

“Thalia,” Nula whispered, and Thalia turned to face her too, “I- I hope so. Adults have their powers taken away a lot. The only difference is… well, the adults still have a small connection,” Nula explained. It didn’t make Thalia any more worried.

“W-Why did Rvan have the light on in his room?” Gosh… Thalia knew the answer but didn’t want to ever confirm it. She felt Nula put her hand on Thalia’s shoulder.

“They did a lot of bad things to him, Thalia,” Nula whispered. Thalia started to cry more.

“N-Nula, I-I saw my parents. I saw m-my parents when we went in th-that room. And I-I know they had it easier than h-him,” Thalia sobbed out. Nula brought her into a hug. Gosh… this was all terrible.

Skylar entered the bedroom to the sound of sobbing, “N-Nula, I-I saw my parents. I saw m-my parents when we went in th-that room. And I-I know they had it easier than h-him,” Skylar soundlessly closed the door. She was already stressed enough about Draco, but Thalia… Her parents had been in those Labs… It came into perspective and she immediately felt terrible, but she already felt wretched comsidering what Draco said.

(I’m bored. RP with me OLIVIA. I like that music)

Skylar unrolled a sleeping bag for herself and fell asleep to the sound of Thalia’s tears and the storm of her own worried thoughts. Tomorrow, her parents and her ice team wouldn’t see her during morning practice. Would they despise her for committing treason? Or would they search for her like the fire team had for Rvan? She could only hope for the latter.
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When Sorina summoned her ice protégés to begin morning training, Skylar wasn’t there. It wasn’t like her daughter to be late for practice. With growing concerns, Sorina marched up the steps that lead to her daughter’s room. Skylar was one of her strongest protégés and she didn’t believe that just because she was Skylar’s mother. Skylar never missed a day of training nor did she ever hold anything back during practice. Skylar trained the hardest and the reasults spoke for themselves. Although, Sorina couldn’t turn a blind eye to the fact that she and her daughter have become quite…distant in recent weeks.

Sorina knocked on Skylar’s door. “Skylar?” She asked. Sorina knocked again. “Skylar?!” She demanded. She opened Skylar’s bedroom door. Unlocked, Sorina noted. Her daughter never left her bedroom door unlocked. Skylar’s bed was neatly made and everything looked was exactly as it had been…except for—
“Gods.” Sorina gasped as she picked up the note her daughter had left on her bed.

To my parents and my team

I have to do this. I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t. Please understand that.

—Skylar

Sorina dropped the note and darted back to the training grounds. She didn’t greet her protégés when she entered the small arena. She just grabbed the nearest remote and flicked on the television built into the wall.

“Breaking news,” a reporter said from behind the T.V. screen. “Draco Legocio and his fire protégés freed Rvan, the criminal shadow draman, with the help of Skylar Serideen.”

Sorina dropped to remote in her hand.

“What the—?” Damian, one of the ice protégés, gasped.

Sorina blinked at the screen.

Her entire life had just fallen apart in a few seconds.

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Rvan got out of the bed soundlessly. He felt his scabbing back break open, but it was a faint, distant pain. He thought he had shared a dream with someone last night, but he didn’t remember ever sleeping. Rvan stood up fully, the blank faced mask still on. It was really the only mask he could wear now. He slowly opened his door and looked into the hall.