She awakes
"Come on, boy. No time to dawdle. Time to get started."
"Started at what?" you ask, rubbing your head.
"Learning the Arts, don't you remember? Or did I hit you too
hard?" the old teacher chuckles.
"No, no. I remember." Myrllin steps out the door. You
start to follow, looking at the sleeping figure in your bed. 'I hope
she wakes up soon,' you say to yourself as you turn to follow the
teacher. You find him in the library, studying a large, ancient tome.
You stand stiffly in front of him. A few minutes late, he glances up
at you then continues the study of the book.
"Quit standing at attention, boy. This isn't the Army."
Quickly, you stop standing at attention, into an at ease position.
Myrllin glances up at you and grumbles something in some strange
gutteral language that sounds strangely familiar to you. For what
seems like hours you stand in front of Myrllin, waiting for him to
finish, until you hear something crashing in the next room.
Quickly, you and Myrllin run into the next room to find Lyandra on the
floor, picking up a broken vase. She looks up and smiles sheepishly
at the old teacher. "Sorry, Master Myrllin," she says
before looking at you. "Who are you?" she asks. "A
new student?"
You are awakened by a light shaking of your shoulder. The shaking
becomes rougher and rougher until it stops, immediately followed by a
loud *thwak* as you feel a bump developing on the back of your head.
"Hey!" you yelp in surprise and shock as you jump out of
your chair. You quickly turn around to see Myrllin, wielding a wooden
spoon, looking menacing.
