Role

Chapter 7

A boy runs into the manor holding a letter in his hand and declears, happely.

- "I got accepted!"
- "Thats grate hunny, I'm so prowed of you. And how blessed we are."

Blessed? A blessing had nothing to do with it. I am the best there is, so why
would I not get accepted?

The boy tells the maid to back his things, he's leaving tomorrow. The
servants in the kitchen buzzle with chatter:
- Young master is leaving for that school of magies.
- Maby if we are lucky he will mess up and begone for ever.
*laughter*
- (said in a bitter voice) Just what the world neads, that boy with more
powers. He is a hassle as it is.
- (Said with a giggle) Well I will miss looking at him though.
- (bitter voice) Trust me, I have seen what that boy is capebul of, we are
better of with out him. Something is wrong with him, you can see it in his
eyes.