Drake POV
I stare at the man who stepped forward to speak to me, aware of my mother's presense and her harried footsteps towards me.
"You need to go to the dungeon" he had said, like there was some great mystery awaiting me. It's intriguing though, like there's something he knows that I don't. I give him a small smirk. As if I'm going to fall for it though. It could be a trap.
"Drake" the voice is sharp, angry, annoyed. Ah mother, so nice to see you again too. I turn towards her and raise an eyebrow, annoyed at her already.
"What are you doing out here" Vanessa hisses, coming closer. She's waving her arms around like a lunatic and frowning fiercely at me.
"I was training" I tell her abruptly and she sneers at me.
"How many times have I told you to stay away from the training rin
