The Professor and the Doctor

Eogan stepped cautiously into Professor Faelan's office, the heavy oak door creaking behind him. The room was a testament to the Professor's obsession with arcane knowledge. Shelves crammed with ancient tomes lined the walls, and the air carried the scent of aged parchment and burnt incense. In the center of the room sat Professor Faelan, his piercing gaze fixed on a crystalline orb on his desk. The orb pulsed faintly with a soft, amber light.

"Ah, Eogan," Faelan said, looking up with curiosity and excitement. "Come in. We have much to discuss."

Eogan hesitated briefly, then stepped forward. "You wanted to see me, Professor?"

Faelan's lips curled into a smile. "Indeed. Have a seat. Doctor Leigheas will join us shortly. There are… matters about your abilities that require deeper understanding."

Eogan's stomach twisted in knots as he sat across from Faelan. The mention of Doctor Leigheas only heightened his unease. Faelan's demeanor was always sharp, almost predatory when it came to unraveling magical mysteries, and Eogan suspected he was the latest puzzle.

The door opened again, and Doctor Leigheas entered. The healer's presence was a stark contrast to Faelan's intensity. Leigheas exuded calm authority, his robes pristine and his movements deliberate. He carried a leather-bound journal and a small pouch of diagnostic tools.

"Good evening, Eogan," Leigheas said, nodding before turning to Faelan. "You said this was urgent, Professor. What seems to be the issue?"

Faelan gestured toward Eogan. "Our young prodigy here. His mana reserves and the state of his meridians are… highly unusual."

Leigheas raised an eyebrow. "Unusual, how?"

Faelan leaned back, steepling his fingers. "His meridians are fully developed. Every single one. Which you already knew. And yet, he has more mana than I've encountered in a student—more than some seasoned mages."

Leigheas's eyes widened as he turned to Eogan. "Fully developed? That alone shouldn't result in such a significant mana pool. Development of the meridians affects flow efficiency, not capacity." He approached Eogan, pulling a slender wand from his pouch. "May I?"

Eogan nodded hesitantly, and Leigheas waved the wand over him, murmuring diagnostic spells. The wand emitted a faint glow, pulsing in time with Eogan's heartbeat. Leigheas frowned as he studied the readings.

"This makes no sense," Leigheas muttered. "Even with perfect meridians, his reserves are… immense. Practically overflowing. It's a miracle he's managed to avoid major mana burns."

"A miracle indeed," Faelan interjected, his voice sharp. "He almost lost control of a basic wind spell on his first day. A wind spell, Doctor. That amount of mana is both a blessing and a curse."

Leigheas's brow furrowed as he set the wand down. "Eogan, do you have any idea why your magic is so… potent?"

Eogan hesitated, his hands tightening around the edges of the chair. His secret hung in the air, pressing down on him. Finally, he sighed. "It's… complicated. But I think it's connected to my past."

"Your past?" Leigheas prompted, his tone gentle but insistent.

Eogan took a deep breath. "I… I'm a reincarnation. I have incomplete memories of my past life. I was… I was a fey lord."

The room fell silent. Faelan's eyes lit up with unrestrained excitement, while Leigheas looked stunned, his expression caught between disbelief and concern.

"A fey lord?" Leigheas repeated. "Eogan, do you realize the implications of that?"

Faelan leaned forward, his voice practically vibrating with enthusiasm. "Fascinating! Absolutely fascinating! This explains everything. A fey lord's essence… of course, it would carry over. Their magic isn't bound by the limitations of human physiology. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to study true fey magic in a human vessel!"

Leigheas shot Faelan a disapproving look. "Professor, this isn't merely an academic curiosity. Fey reincarnations are notoriously unstable. Their magic often exceeds their control, and Eogan's reserves are dangerously high. Without proper training, this could lead to catastrophic consequences."

"Which is why we must ensure he learns control as swiftly as possible," Faelan said, dismissing Leigheas's concerns with a wave of his hand. "Eogan, has anyone else been made aware of your… unique heritage?"

Eogan nodded. "Just my father and Lorcan."

Leigheas's frown deepened. "Good. For now, it's best to keep this quiet. Reincarnations… they're rare..." He left the rest of his thoughts to be interpreted, and both Leigheas and Eogan understood what he meant.

Eogan hesitated before speaking again. "There's something else. I've been having dreams… vivid ones. In the last dream, my past self spoke to me directly. He warned me about an upcoming attack on the school."

Faelan's expression shifted, his excitement giving way to a more calculated look. "An attack? Your past self spoke to you?"

Eogan nodded. "Yes. He… said I needed to be ready, that the Academy would be in danger. It felt real, not just a dream."

Faelan glanced at Leigheas, his expression turning suspicious. "Eogan," he said carefully, "were you able to predict the future in your past life?"

Eogan shook his head. "I don't remember much about my abilities. Only fragments."

Faelan's gaze sharpened, and he turned to Leigheas. "There is only one fey lord known to have possessed the gift of foresight…"

Leigheas stiffened, clearly understanding Faelan's implication.

Faelan's voice dropped to a near whisper. "If Eogan is who I suspect he might be, we're dealing with a power that could change the course of history."

Leigheas's expression darkened. "That makes this even more dangerous. Eogan, your magic must be handled with the utmost care. If your dreams are premonitions, then your control over your power becomes even more critical."

Faelan rose from his chair, his decision immediate. "We're going to the headmistress. She needs to know about the potential threat."

Leigheas hesitated. "And what about Eogan? Do we reveal his reincarnation?"

Faelan shook his head. "Not yet. We'll keep the source of the warning a secret. For now, he needs to focus on his training." He turned to Eogan, his expression unusually serious. "Eogan, the gift of foresight is rare, even among the fey. If your dreams hold truth, you carry a greater responsibility than you realize. Do not take this lightly."

Eogan nodded, feeling the weight of Faelan's words settle heavily on his shoulders. As the two professors left the room, deep in conversation, Eogan sat alone, his thoughts racing. He had always known he was different, but now the stakes were higher than ever. The future of the Academy—and perhaps more—hung in the balance, and it was up to him to rise to the challenge.