The Specialist's ocean blue eyes wandered aimlessly across the busy campus of the Alfea school of Magic. Sky, immersed in thought, observed the agitated training of his fellow specialists from afar, Silva — his adoptive father — remained in the greenhouse under the care of Professor Harvey. The students and fairies of the magical school tried to remain optimistic with the emergence of a Burned and the threat of breaking the balance in the magical dimension.

A sigh escapes the lips of the young blond who was running his hands through his hair every second waiting for answers, from Silva, from the school, from the team of veteran Specialists who went on the hunt.But how do you keep a damn positive attitude when your only father figure could be dead in a few days or hours?

But nothing happened and this boredom, this limitation of information was...frustrating for the young man from the kingdom of Eraklyon.

"I'm not interested in company." Sky mutters without even looking up at you as every cell in his body stirred, asking for something. An action. Anything.