Flynn shrugged when Trex spoke of the curator after Amber left wishing him luck, "Must have.... I was back awfully fast and the guy after me cheated. Why not assume that?" he grinned when Trex praised him and handed him his food. He nodded, "I can only hope so."
He walked back over to Zelia and Skye, who remained sitting where they were while Trex ran to get Flynn. Zelia smiled at Trex, "Told you there was no reason to fight the cheater. They wouldn't have made such a rule if they didn't have some way to make sure it didn't happen."
Flynn sat down and started to eat. He was staring at his paper as he did so. There were so many thoughts in his head as he sat there. He didn't know how he was going to manage to get them all out onto the paper. He wanted to keep it short and simple, the last thing he wanted to hand in was a long winded rant about why he thought he should have the key. Why he thought he deserved it. Something popped up into his mind and he put down his food. Grabbing the pen and paper the man had provided, Flynn started to scribble. Zelia, who had just started to eat, looked at him and smiled. It was great to see him so adamant about getting this key. Sure, it could strengthen himself and his time but he wasn't willing to allow himself to get kicked out because of it. After a little bit of time, with Flynn completely out of the conversation, he stopped writing. He placed his paper face down and picked his food back up. He ate in silence, not talking about his little passage that he had wrote. When the clock chimed one, he jumped to his feet, grabbing his paper. He ran over to where they had been lining up and prepared to present his paper.
Why I want this key is simple, I want it to become stronger. Not just for myself, or my team, but also for my spirits. The stronger I am, the stronger they are. If they are strong, they can protect themselves against other wizards and me, if I were ever to take that turn. I want to protect them and shelter them from wizards with warped minds, who think that spirits are less than humans are. My goal isn’t, and never will be, to become the best celestial wizard. That isn’t the point of being a celestial wizard. My goal is to have the best team supporting me. I’m not going to preach how I deserve this spirit because of the way I treat my spirits or how I show them respect. That shouldn’t be a stand out quality in a wizard dealing with others’ lives. In fact, I don’t believe I deserve them. They aren’t pets or slaves that people deserve; they are friends who will have my back as I have theirs. I don’t think I deserve them but I do believe they deserve a good wizard and there is only one way I can assure that. That is to take them in myself.