Part 3
“You’re certain, Captain?” the man on the other end of the contact spell asked.
“100 percent, Headmaster. Sirene Ignitis is heading for The University. Testimony from the Guardsman who confronted her at the gates of the city match all descriptions of The Reaper Mage. Melodic voice, flame red hair, green eyes, and a face that looks familiar but you don’t know where you’ve seen it.”
“We’ll begin preparing at once then. Sirene coming to The University is a once in a lifetime opportunity that I will not waste.”
“Yes, I- I’m sorry a what?” the Captain asked.
“You heard me. Also means nobody will dare bother us while she’s here, and maybe for awhile after she’s gone. Worry not Captain, we’ll take good care of her.”
The Captain slumped back in his chair. The most powerful mage who’s ever lived and this is their response? Fools, the lot of them. “Fine. It’s not my problem anymore then, I’ll report responsibility for Miss Ignitis has been handed off to The University.”
“Glad we understand each other, Captain.” the Headmaster replied, terminating the spell. He turned to the man standing behind him. “Xilro, where is Sirene currently?”
“Striding up main path of university. Expect reach entrance hall within 3 minutes.” Xilro replied, flicking his tongue. “Air heavy with magic. Will attend reception with you.”
“You will?” the Headmaster asked, surprised. “Never took you for much of a talker, despite your classes.”
“Previous Headmaster thought same, you know. Was interesting man.”
“So you’ve said. While we walk, what can you personally tell me about Sirene?”
Xilro snorted in response. “Much to know about Sirene Ignitis. Born 15820 DR. No living family. One of 2 time magic masters. Other Narin.”
“Time magic?” The Headmaster questioned. “I thought it was death magic.”
Xilro laughed sharply. “Hah! Is same thing! Death magic, time magic, different name same magic. Strange magic. Nobody can use without die. Very important, trust Sirene. She never lie about important things.”
“Really?”
“Really. Sirene too old to play politic. Like dragon that regard. There she is. You do talking. I watch.” Xilro stopped and folded his arms, looking expectantly at the Headmaster.
“You must be the Headmaster.” Sirene said, smiling and extending a hand in greeting. “I heard about your quaint university while in Tel Hazan and decided to see it for myself.”
“Oh my, has word of us gotten that far already?” The Headmaster laughed, shaking her hand. “I am Xavier Deacon, Headmaster of the university. The cross-looking gentleman behind me is Lord Xilro the Flamemaster.”
“So this is where you’ve been hiding, Xilro?” Sirene questioned, having seemingly teleported to Xilro.
Xilro snorted. “Not hiding, Sirene. University seem interesting. Stay around. They ask me teach. Pay good. So I stay. Teach is fun. Mortals learn safe. Less screaming. More productive. Over ten thousand year old already. What is few century at school?”
“Xilro, one day I am going to teach you how to speak properly,” Sirene said, sighing. “However, the fact you of all dragons is interested enough by this place to stay has me curious. Headmaster, may I look around?” she asked, turning back to Xavier.
“By all means, go ahead! We are honoured to have someone of your standing visit The University!”
“By the way,” Sirene began, as she turned to go, “is it really just called ‘The University’?”
Xilro simply nodded his head.