Answering Questions

"What happened?"

"What was that?"

"How did you do that?"

I couldn't deal with all those questions, crouching over my familiar. I really should name him. I thought as I gathered him in my arms.

"Excuse me, I'm Dorsita Highdawn," I paused at the Aurain name. "Can you tell me how someone so young could do that?" With that question, I snapped.

"Listen up!" I said. "What just happened never happened! I wasn't involved with this, nor do any of you remember this. I know that this will make the news, but I'm asking, no, I'm telling you to leave me out of this."

"The people have a right to know!" Highdawn said.

"And you of all people should know that this never happened! I, nor others like me, aren't to be relied upon, or even known. What I did now was the result of no training, and if anything, you should be scared of me!" I said, punctuating the last part by conjuring a rather large fireball, larger than I meant to, but it had the desired effect. The reporters scooted back and away from me as I made my way back to the car. After climbing back in, the driver nodded to me, but I only scowled, holding my familiar to my chest as I tried to fall asleep.

///////////////////////////Recruitment Report: Jordon Nightbeast////////////

Young Jordon did well on the test, but there is something of note: he has a rather short temper. After the fight, he was checking on his familiar when the Others' own Dorista Highdawn managed to provoke him into biting her head off, and the other reporters'. All in all, Nightbeast would do well with the Others.

Besides, he'll be remembered now.

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Jordon went over to his familiar, the Others' agents hiding among the crowd, taking individual reports about him. One was brazen enough to ask him questions, but this seemed to set him off.

"Listen up!" Jordon said. "What just happened never happened! I wasn't involved with this, nor do any of you remember this. I know that this will make the news, but I'm asking, no, I'm telling you to leave me out of this." At this point, Dorista Highdawn, the reporter said something, which only made him even angrier. "And you of all people should know that this never happened! I, nor others like me, aren't to be relied upon, or even known. What I did now was the result of no training, and if anything, you should be scared of me!" With a flash of anger, he conjured a large fireball that made everybody step back from him as he made his way back to the black car, hugging the familiar to his chest.

Back in the car, the driver smiled at him, but only earned a sneer in response as Jordon tried to sleep as the Others' agents cleaned away both the memories and physical evidence of the accidents from the Commons.