The loud racing footsteps could be heard echoing all around the deserted hallways as the boy rushed to the divination chamber and barged brusquely inside, finally stopping to catch his breath under the threshold while clutching tightly at the small piece of paper wrapped in his sweaty hand.
-You’re going to end up tripping over those clumsy feet of yours and hurting yourself very badly one of these days, Elaien -The white-haired woman sitting in the shadows murmured while she kept her eyelids closed -There’s no need to run. Fate isn’t going anywhere, I’ve told you before.
-I’m sorry, Guider – The youngster mumbled, composing himself and distractedly tugging at the sleeve of his gray servant robe – It’s just… A bird arrived this morning, and I thought you should know. It is from…
-Xible
