I take a step back and stare at Damien like he has grown a second head. "What do you mean?"

He adjusts his standing posture by straightening his back and keeping his hands in his pockets. "The Elsword is not a weapon for the eye amusement." He informs me and stands in front of the sword displayed behind the glass. "Come."

"I know that but it's beautiful." I comment. I can't really make out what the sword is made of or how it is because it appears foggy behind the glass but I can still appreciate it beautiful without seeing it up close.

"It also cuts really deep," he adds like it's isn't obvious. It's a freaking sword.

Still smiling when the sword begins to glow, the light shines inside the glass, creating a dark frost reflection. Wow. It's beautiful, I can keep admiring but I don't think this happens everyday. All the object here are of dark properties. What does this one do?

"Does it normally do that?" I ask Damien.

He looks down at me and his expression isn't what they normal use to be: expressionless, but now he looks–I don't want to be ahead of myself but I think he's impressed with me.

"You are not afraid." He isn't asking.

I shrug and look at the glowing sword again. "Nope. Should I be?"

"Just so you know, the Elsword has never done anything like this before. So yeah, I think you should be afraid," he says.

My lips part to give him a reply but I groan out instead as the familiar burning pain hit my skin. Not again.  "What's going on with me?" I manage to ask him.

He doesn't even move to help me, his eyes are fixed on my body like the fucking pervert he is. Oh no, Damien isn't a pervert. I'm thinking rubbish before I'm in pain.

"Don't just stand there, fucking do something!" I snap at him.

"It's changing." He tells me.
 
I take a look at my hand to see what he's saying and he's right, it is changing and my pain is reducing. The image are fading.

"Are you still in pain?" He asks after I stop groaning.

I shake my head. "Not anymore," I answer him, and my eyes falls on the sword. It stopped glowing too. "What exactly is that thing?" I ask while I examine it closely.

"It's just a sword," He reminds me.

I scoff. "A glowing sword, any history behind it?"

He sighs and stares at the glass. "The blade is forged with fire from the dragon, Azra. Nothing stands against it." he explains. "Actually, the creation of this mighty weapon goes beyond even Azra."

Azra from my spell as in Azra The Great Dragon. "Azra? After the El Princess dragon."

"Legend says that the El Princess is the only one that can wield it. But I guess there is more to the blood than the steel," He speaks.

I roll my eyes at him. "I can't even understand half of what you're saying."

"You don't have to, a day will come when all this will be revealed to you," he mutters like he'd rather be anywhere else

"Why can't you just tell me?" I throw my hand out in frustration. Why can't anyone tell me anything?

"Because you can’t find out the truth like this." He replies.

"What truth?" Now, I'm convinced that there is more to what they are all letting on. First the headmaster and the guidance counselor and now the random dude I met at the lake. It's like everyone knows it but me.

"The–" I stop talking when I notice the sword glowing again. "Whoa! What is it now?"

Before I can get a response, the sword disappears right before my eyes, making me flinch. "What...what did...where did it go?" I turn to Damien. He doesn't seem surprised.

It's official, I'm going out of my mind and after this I'll make sure I check myself into a mental hospital, I'm losing my mind and–

I notice that my palm is gripping onto something. I look to see my hand clutching the sword. "Tell me what this means or I'm going to pass out ."

"It means you are worthy of the sword," He informs me.

I move to drop the sword on the floor but it won't leave my head. I mean the thing was glowing. "So this is like the sword of truth and I'm Richard Cypher," I whisper.

"Who?"

I shake my head in disbelief. "Why won't it leave my hand?"

He shrugs, "I don't know."

I don't know isn't good enough for me.

I tuck the loose strand of my hair behind my ear and groan. "Why can't you just-" He cut me off before I can explode.

He places his hand on my shoulder and stares deep into my eyes. "You don't have to figure it all out right now, you've had a long day, you should rest or perhaps go to Homecoming with Roman."

I raise an eyebrow in question. "Roman?" I cut myself off when the sword begins to vibrates in my hand. "The sword–"

"Wanted you here." He finishes it for me.

"Why?" It comes out as a whisper. "Why me, why today?"

I watch as the sword fades away from my hand and also the strange symbols. I raise my hand and notice that everything is gone, all the markings on my body are gone.

Fucking awesome.

I sigh and grip his collar before aggressively pushing him and slam his back against the nearest wall. He doesn't groan or show any sign of pain. He just glares at me. "Tell me what's happening to me or I swear to God I'll–" He interrupts me.

"Do what? Remove your hand around my neck or you won't like the outcome." he warns me.

I tighten my grip. "Not before you give me the answer I des–"

Before I can get the chance to complete my sentence, he removes my hand from his neck and turns me around, slamming my chest against the wall with my left hand press behind my back in a very painful way.

"I warned you, did I?" He speaks into my ear. I can feel his breath on me. "I know you aren't much of a rule follower but when I say you don't touch, you do not touch me."

I slap my hand on the wall in submission. "Okay, okay, okay, I'm sorry, let me go." I beg. "I won't touch you again."

He pushes himself away from me and takes a step back. "You guys are just too full of yourselves." I hold my shoulder and begin to adjust it. The only reason I'm not reacting is because I pushed him first.

His hard palms held my wrist tight but not enough to leave a bruise, which is great because if there was bruise, I'm not sure how I'll react. I place my hand on my hip and glare at him. "What are you?" He is not a witch, but he is something powerful enough to take my pain away.

He stuffs his hands in his pocket and warns. "Mind your own business and I might stay out of your way."

I shake my head. "You are so weird and you promised to help me." I remind him.

"I didn't promise you anything. You need answers, call your parents and ask them about your childhood, specifically the first five years of your life," he orders.

My parents didn't even adopted until I was five and I can't remember anything about those days. How did he know so much about me?

I bite my bottom lip and stare at the  floor. "That's a bit difficult because I have been trying to reach them for weeks now and I can't get hold of them." I reply.

I don't understand them at all, I get it if they are mad at me for everything I have done but they got back at me by bringing me here. I understand if Mom is still mad at me for my behavior. My Mom loves keeping grudges, she doesn't know how to forgive which is understandable in her own way. I'm a bad kid but Dad has no reason to ghost me. We were okay. I just hope they are okay.

"Meet me in the library tomorrow morning, eight sharp, we are going on a joyride," he informs me.

"What?" My mouth drops open.

"You heard me, and don't tell anyone."

"Okay." I can't argue with him because he is the only one willing to help me.

"Okay, you can go spend the rest of your day with Roman," He says in a weird tone, the fact that he said Roman's name made it more weird.

I raise an eyebrow in question. "What's your deal with Roman anyway? You keep saying his name."

He shrugs. "Nothing, just leave." He dismisses me with his hand but I'm not going anywhere, not until he tells me what's crawled up his ass.

"Come with me," I suggest without thinking.

"Hmm?"

"To the dance."

"I don't do parties," He shakes his head.

"Neither do I," I tell him. I hate parties but given what has happened today, I think I need some distraction before tomorrow. Damien said I shouldn't over think anything, and I'm more than willing to comply, everything that has happened today seems unreal. The evidence has faded away.

"Okay."

"Okay." I clap my hand, now that it has settled, I'm just glad we agree on something.

"Don't tell anyone about what happened today," he tells me.

"I'm definitely going to get detention for the rest of the year." I mutter, remembering how many rules I broke to get here.

"Don't worry, I'll tell Dean." Damien offers. Seeing that I have never met this guy before, I'm pretty sure Dean doesn't know him.

"You call the headmaster by his first name. I have to know, are you even a student in The Vale Academy."

"Dean is my father, and I'm not a student." my mouth drops open in shock at the revelation.

The headmaster has a son this old. If I'm to guess Damien's age, I'd say nineteen and I've always viewed the headmaster as a man in his early thirties.