Ashe still wasn’t adjusted to the whole hero in training thing. Or being a hero in general, on that matter. With his dad being a villain and jailed, he was living with some more well known folks which assisted in building his control over this book of his; one that summoned creatures. Only he could read it, though. Odd.

He sat in his room, one that he always called makeshift. Ashe sighed, spinning ever so slightly in his chair while tapping the desk, silently praying nobody would intervene with his silence.