Private Tales If It Bleeds

[Gideon]

"That'll do," the First answered as he adjusted his pack behind him, then laid back and rested his head on it. "I'll wake up in an hour."

There was no give-or-take with his estimation either. His internal clock was abnormally precise. If he said an hour, it would be just that. Not a second more or less.

With that, Gideon closed his eyes and began his nap.

 

[Everleigh Ebersol]

Everleigh nodded her head, and with a small conjuration spell, a series of half a dozen little violet snakes slithering out and away from the initiate. It wasn’t the most technical spell, and therefore it had flaws, but Everleigh figured it would be enough. After all, she only needed to be warned if something were to approach.

And so she waited. Tense. Prepared. Every sense on high alert even if some proctors like to label it as paranoia. Seconds turned to minutes and soon enough minutes were flying by. Everleigh was keeping track of the time, only a minute or two off, and figured that soon enough the first level would be waking up.

That was when she felt it. A snake had been destroyed. Before it had even alerted her that something was out there, it had disappeared. Seconds later, she felt the other five disperse into nothingness as well.

The worst of it was, Everleigh stood up, intent on not waking up Dreadlord Gideon. If she wanted to graduate as a second level then there was no way in the deepest sulfur pits of hell that she’d ask him for help.

Gideon