Zeddicus raised his training sword, as Alexander's came down. He blocked the strike and pushed his mentor off of his blade. Taking the advantage of Alex's stumble, Zed jumped forward and thrust towards Alex, but his teacher was ready for it, spinning on the spot and taking Zed's legs out from under him before lowering his blade to Zed's throat. Zed huffed and laid on the ground for a bit. "I hate it when you do that Uncle." Zed said as he stood. 




Gaelin sat on the balcony of his father's room, overlooking the courtyard. He watched as Zed trained with their Uncle Alex. Laughing as Zed fell, he called "Better luck next time Zeddy!" Before turning and walking over to his father, who was clad in a sleevless white robe. "Need anything dad?" Gaelin asked Leo, who shook his head, coughed and smiled. He had told his sons that his ailment was a werewolf thing and normally happened every 10 to 20 years. Gaelin had been using his magic to help heal his father but it couldnt cure him. Sighing and turning his thoughts away from his father's plight, he realized his journal wasnt with him. He saw it, sitting on the groun on the balcony. He raised his hand and summoned it to him, tapping his foot as it lazily soared to his palm. "Im off to study with mom. I'll be back in a few hours. Bye dad!" Gaelin saw his father wave as he took off down the hall, to the Dragon Den. "Hi mom!" Gaelin called, "Im ready for our lesson today."