Rest

"Do you remember the 12 Destroyers?" the Headmaster asked Gerardus as he made his way through the bushes towards the ravine.

"You mean the prophecy of the Great Witch Klo?" Gerard confirmed. "That prophecy is 5000 years old. It will probably never happen."

"Well, you have a point." The head of the academy chose to succumb to his half-brother instead of having a long argument.

"Don't tell me you believe the prophecy."

Servulius pulled his tongue in while making a hissing sound--a sign he didn't want to believe it but couldn't. "I do not know." He chose the safe answer.

Gerardus immediately grabbed his brother's shoulder and shook him. "Brother, what do you really want to say?"

Then, Servulius led the way through the gaps hidden in the valley of the academy. Bush and vines covered the entrance, but when they found it, they saw a dark lane. A gap formed by nature itself.