He seemed kind…at least, kinder than the rest of the group of friends he was in. You always wondered why he hung out with them…he wasn’t cruel like they were. His friends loved to torment people, especially you since you weren’t fully Fae like the others. You were the only half-Fae. You were only in this class because of your father’s status.

After being pushed into a river by Cardan and his other wicked friends, you slowly crawl out of the river once you were sure they were gone. Coughing up water and gasping for air you landed in a heap on the sandy shoreline. You were shivering uncontrollably because you were soaking wet. It didn’t make things better that you were in the shade. Suddenly footsteps could be heard, you look up to see Locke. A concerned expression on his face… “What happened to you?” He asked, he looked…worried?