""Arron"" by Jill O Connell

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Arron was in a bad mood. He sat in the open field not bothering to go to class. He missed him.

"Arron, I have to go, I will come back one day I swear!" he had said it so delicately.

Arron truly believed he would come back but it had already been 4 years. The reason for Arrons bad mood was because he could not get him out of his head.

He was tall with long dark blue hair with red tips, silver eyes that pierced your soul like a bullet and a nice voice that he could not get out of his mind no matter what he did.

He had taught Arron allot about magic and swords even though they were forbidden by first years at that time. That was why he was ahead of his class in most subjects except for summoning. No matter how hard he tried he could not summon anything. It was necessary for each student to have a guardian summons by their fifth year, they were required to do the final exams together, but so far all he could do was cause smoke to pop out of the ground.

His teachers were beginning to worry about him since he was coming to the end of his fourth year.

"Where are you Tatsumi? I need your help, please!" he lay down flat on his back.

The sun glared down on him, he could feel his skin tan and he smiled. He was already eighteen, he had started school late so he was a year older then everyone in his class, not that he cared. He was quite tall had shoulder length black hair, crystal like eyes and a beautiful voice. 

He would sing daily outside away from the school so no one would here him. He was shy about his voice; it was the only thing he remembered Tatsumi listening to when they were together. He loved to sing the school anthem because it described the wonders of magic in the world. It was inspiring.

"Arron?" a familiar voice came from behind.

"Over here, sir!" he yelled.

"Ah there you are Arron, I was worried you didn’t come to lunch, so I brought some with me!" he smiled.

"Uh you didn’t have to, sir!" He blushed heavily.

"I already told you to call me Tsuri, we know each other long enough for that right?" he smiled again.

"Okay!" he bit into a sandwich.

Tsuri was the one that found him on the streets when he was a kid. He was, in Arrons eyes, his father. He raised him on his own since his wife had died the previous year. He said once that "If she were alive she would have done the same thing, we always wanted children so I'll take you in as my own and love you like she would have".

Tsuri was a little taller then Arron with dark green hair, glistening sea blue eyes and a mature voice that commanded attention.

He usually wore white clothes. Today he was wearing dark blue instead.

Arron smiled.

"I see there good then, I made them myself, without any injuries this time around!" he laughed.

Arron laughed as well his bad mood dissipating with the clouds above as the sun shone brightly through the leaves casting shadows that danced.

"Tsuri, are you sure you didn’t cut your finger again?" he laughed even harder.

"Humph you have no confidence in me whatsoever do you?" he moped.

They sat together for a while just enjoying the beautiful countryside, the whispering of the giant oak trees leaves and the amazing weather.

"You've been skipping my classes again Arron" he looked Arron in the eyes.

Arron kept his eyes on the sky.

"I guess I have, but, what’s the point if all I can conjure is a puff of smoke that smells like the back end of a donkey?" Tsuri sniggered.

"I’m serious Arron, you'll get it someday" he burst out laughing.

“Not if you keep laughing at me!” he retorted.

A breeze blew, a cold breeze an unnatural breeze.

“Arron stay still…” Tsuri rose slowly and touched his hands together.

He started chanting slowly in a clear articulate voice the spell of revelation, the words seemed to drift on the wind as Tsuri’s hair glowed purple.

Arron remembered being told by Tatsumi that a person’s hair becomes negative when a spell is being cast because you are using the negative vibes in your body. This creates a negative field that surrounds a certain part of the body