Wolfson watched as Forthon made his way back to the castle. Lord Maxwell would be disappointed, angry perhaps. But Forthon went with his head held up. His curls bounced around his shoulders. His wounds were roughly bound, so Wolfson presumed Promsly didn¡¯t take to him too well. Wolfson fought with his emotions. He was torn between his happiness at seeing his old friend and anger at his cursed pride. After stopping himself from emerging, he pointedly lay down on the grass. His arm throbbed. The sky was bright blue. An oddly shaped cloud was right next to the sun. He traced the outline with his finger. A dragon about to swallow the sun, he mused. An autumn breeze ruffled his black hair. He wondered what to do.
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Wolfson emptied his pockets first thing in the morning. Everyone got some. The cell emanated with sweet and sour smells. They never got a lot of fruits. Sometimes, if they were lucky, an apple would take the place of the black bread. But then, it would make them more hungry. So this little treat was all the more welcome. ¡°How did you get these?¡± A tall blond guy asked him. He had a handsome face, a boy¡¯s face, but it was charismatic as well. Quite apposed to Wolfson¡¯s, which had a smily quality that made it far from charismatic. ¡°Jumped over the wall.¡± The guy laughed. ¡°I don¡¯t see your wings. I¡¯ll bet you did something for the guards.¡± Wolfson thought about that. ¡°Think what you like. Although I would like a pair of wings.¡± ¡°The guy who jumped over the wall needs wings?¡± He teased. ¡°If I had wings, I could visit the moon.¡± The guy looked surprised. ¡°What for?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know. She just looks so lonely in the sky.¡± ¡°You are quite a piece of work. I can understand how you could make friends with Ken.¡± Wolfson gave him a blank look. ¡°I just like people.¡± ¡°Would you make friends with me, then?¡± ¡°Sure. Why not?¡± The blond boy frowned. ¡°You talk to me for five minutes and you¡¯re going to make friends with me? How do you even know if you¡¯ll like me.¡± ¡®Why would anyone be so fussy?¡¯ Wolfson wanted to ask back. ¡°What¡¯s not to like?¡± He said instead.
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Part 1 Dancing flames Chapter 1 This universe Chapter 2 Knight Chapter 3 Rome Chapter 4 Woof, wolf Chapter 5 An unexpected meeting Chapter 6 Why the horns?
Part2. Flowing wind Chapter 7 Run away Chapter 8 Another go Chapter 9 Old man Chapter 10 Charles Chapter 11 Crazy Chapter 12 Ignite Chapter 13 Choose Chapter 14 Only one Chapter 15 Departure