The Journey To The Brockleheart Sky

Chapter 22: The Message

Small cloudy clouds pass through large cloud clumps in the western horizon. Fused with an increasingly dark afternoon.

An island floats with five small islands around it, adding beauty as the sunlight hugs full of warmth in the morning. But, in the afternoon, a pink color mixed with reddish orange adorns the roof of the island.

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From behind a fourth-floor window, a silver-haired woman stared at the memory trigger box, the Rallivana box. His room was suddenly sultry, the fire in the combustion furnace lit up by itself.

In his saliva who was forced to peek because surprised to find a message from the friend. The wrinkle at the end of his eyes shriveled as the eyes were curled for a moment.

Opening those tired eyes, a depiction of a young girl appeared, she was dressed in school clothes from Brockleheart academy in the past. Makes her remember the figure that was rumored to have been lost.

"Padma, she looks a lot like you," he continued standing up to the classical music player.

I'm going to order Laura. He took a brown cloche hat and landed friendly on the head. Remove the memory trigger box in a glass cabinet and walk towards the balcony.

The dark field stretched out, the sky in this place felt very close. Even the stars race to be picked. Some cries of laughter could even be heard heading to where he stood.

The afternoon is getting darker, presenting young stars that are slowly getting shiny.

"Basar doesn't know the rules," he muttered slowly turning towards the exit. Of course, it was already night and the disciples were still wandering outside the dormitory.

The middle-aged woman left her room and descended the stairs in a hurry.

"Professor!" intercept someone, when they see the woman who is no longer young.

"They're still training there Miss Mavis?" his tan made a girl of Marry's age nag. "Seek them to gather in the academy hall." His face was suddenly irritated.

"But I can't get in there, it's water and wind control day. Secret Island can't be opened except by Professor Dimitri."

"Say, now!" he pointed to the floor.

"I can't." The girl grumbled in annoyance. "Do you want Professor Dimitri to punish me?" continues down.

"Well, how many students are still in the class?"

"As far as I know there are eight students from the waterbending class and one student from the windbending class" he replied thinking.

"I get it, get in your room, Miss Mavis and don't wander around." The woman left the young girl and rushed down the stairs to the ground floor.

A split second of his anger was stirred and restrained as he recalled the kind message Laura had sent. Slowly he returned to breathing.

He walked towards the floating stone bridge, towards the dark island that still sounded crowded. Slowly his feet stepped, every step on, the stone seemed to be held back by something from below. So next.

He arrived at the island gate. On a table next to the ravine, a black-haired man with a few strands of light blue hair stared at him blankly.

"Professor Dimitri? It's late at night, can you stop your class?"

"Professor Davis, did you come to stop my class? Why?"

"Yes, stop Flore! No need to ask again!"

"Alright, I understand," he said snapping a finger. Some cyornis awaken and drift towards the forest. Not long after, the students came out.

"What are you doing there? Quickly return to their respective dorms," he ordered firmly. All of those present walked towards the bridge and left Professor Davis and Professor Dimitri together.

Professor Dimitri, a controlling teacher at Brockleheart. He had worked for 7 years in this magical place. Despite his shortcomings, he is the best of the best. That is why Professor Davis still tries to be patient with the actions of this sweet-talking woman.

His lower face was covered in a black scarf, there were scars and hatred there. The tip of the nose to the lower cheek is scratched by past wounds. His physical disability is not even a hindrance to seeking success.

"I have some news for you" continued Professor Davis to Professor Dimitri's desk.

"It's about Dahlia." That short answer made the little nosed woman flinch for a moment.

"Dahlia's? Whatchu mean?"

"I think the news is true. Herms did cover her daughter's whereabouts, which is why she moved to Okrey and left Stanome. Her daughter's alive and she has to be protected."

"That's good news, we must immediately prepare for Dahlia's arrival. Where'd you hear this?"

"You're right. I'll meet Laura at Stanome's border when she arrives from Arsk. I'll get back to the message soon."

"You got it from Laura Quirkell? That's a reliable source. I wonder what that kid is like now?"

"me too. Oh yes, you must control the disciples if this news spreads. Starting tomorrow, Dahlia's history will reopen in Professor Thomas Coven's class. I will arrange his schedule in the BS hall," he said leaving Professor Dimitri in a hurry. "Oh yeah, don't be late back to your dorm! And lift that table."

Hearing that, Professor Dimitri's smile was restrained. This was followed by Professor Davis who asked him to return to the dormitory immediately.

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Professor Dimitri heads to another island. There are two islands next to Secret Island. The island is called Dream Island, Lavendrake's dormitory. The owners of blue jewelry.

While Professor Davis, he returned to the largest island, Brockleheart sky. A place where a large building stood firmly above the sky. The center of the island and the main activity center of the academy.

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This morning, the bread in Sarazhal's canteen looked cold. All the students were busy whispering something. Brockleheart was suddenly excited by the news that was heard from mouth to mouth.

The news that Dahlia really exists, has put them out of control.

The newly opened Dahlia history class was crowded with almost all students.

Professor Coven, a thin-bearded young man with a fairly odd tissue trousers, appears confident explaining what and who Dahlia is. Makes them all the more curious since the rumors were circulating.

Classes end lightly, not all facts and history can be shared other than the history of Julia Glories who was a teacher at Brockleheart and died at the hands of Black Shadow.

Many choose Black shadow as a favorite character rather than the Dahlia who they think is very unlikely to be able to control all elements in this world. And consider the history of Dahlia to be a mere fairy tale. Although the painting of Julia Glories sits sweetly along the corridor to the principal's room Professor Lavender Davis.

For them, he might just be an ordinary coach and teacher, nothing more.

Some students actually believe in the story of Black Shadow who made war between dormitories in 1945. At a time when other countries were divided by the second world war. Black shadow even ravaged the country of Obeliqia. Herms Quirkell and Oliver Goldstein as State fighters.

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Professor Lavender Davis found that the rumors were spread by Professor Flore Dimitri. Meanwhile, he was in charge of calming the disciples if rumors circulated. However, in fact, he was the one who spread the rumor first.

The teachers also hold accountable the woman who always appeared with a face cover and covered part of her lips and nose, because the scar Flore Dimitri is very disgusting, so that it can make the food you swallow can live and want to immediately be spewed from the stomach and intestines.

Flore Dimitri had a small hearing in Lavender Davis's room. Both decided not to prolong the problem because this woman's speech has a point as well.

It's about time the people of Brockleheat learned of Dahlia's birth. Opening a Dahlia class suddenly, it will make the students confused.

Luckily Laura sent a message to Lavender Davis as principal and forest ranger. With this Dahlia rumor, everything can be used as an excuse. Because not only Black shadow must be removed, but some criminals and traitors who have long been lodged in Obeliqia, they must also be eliminated. And only Dahlia can do it, according to Yovanka's proposal.

Dahlia is likely to remain a hot topic for the next few weeks. Being a novelty in this place, making some nerdy children choose to spend time in the library looking for references related to the figures called Dahlia.

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