“Go next door Lana. This isn’t your problem.”“Oh, isn’t it?” I asked hotly. “You send me away, assault the man I love, drive him out of ...here like Satan himself is chasing him, he’s panicked, running on an injured leg, so he’s probably back to not being able to walk before school starts thanks to whatever you decided to fly off the handle about. He’s wandering the woods alone, terrified out of his mind, at night, wearing dark clothes and is hurting himself with every step, but it’s not MY. Very short hair, athletic, big arms, a severe look on his face. An All-American twenty-five-year-old asshole. But the rest was not appealing.Anyway, since I knew him, I was sure he hated me. I was clearly the kind of guy he would have bullied in high school. I was short, skinny, not so much effeminate but maybe it was possible to see I was gay, I wasn't sure. After a moment, he came back with two beers, gave me one and sat on the sofa, next to me, at a reasonably safe distance. Jeez, I’m not. After accidentally causing my entire fifth hour class to wet their pants instead of simply feeling thirsty... Well, let's just say Higgs heard of it and called me into his office the next morning.Even while Higgs scolded me out for messing around with the minds of others, not working on the ton of homework I had to make up, or how I hadn't been keeping up my end of the deal concerning the extra privileges I had been receiving, my attention was focused on the fascinating streams of symbols in. I did not complain, it was reasonably hot and given freely. What bugged me to the core and did not ease my inner clouds of steaming rage. I hosted the mind of that cursed so-called brother of mine. I did what he wanted, and that is how he repaid me?What in Odin’d name did I have to do with Avondur? For all I knew, Roghor had gotten new orders and my Tigershsrk had lifted off... While I was sitting there, a sudden feeling of completion and euphoria engulfed me. It was like a lake of Black.