Beyond the Sign

Trixtan's forehead creased, a flicker of genuine surprise on his face, as he leaned towards the fuming teenage boy. "Pfft—what the heck's with that appearance?" Trixtan exclaimed, unable to contain his laughter, pointing at Shade. "How did you turn even smaller than the last time I saw you?" He didn't control his laughter at all; in fact, he reveled in it, even laying his head on the long table, shaking with mirth.

Everyone in the classroom could practically see the flames through Shade's eyes, a simmering, inner inferno. They slowly backed off, walking away from the angry young man, creating a wide space around him.