Steven after that day locked himself in his room and to come out, only stepping to eat and even then he simply just had his meal without uttering a single word or interact in any meaningful way to either his parents or Susan. He shut himself, away from his parents and from Susan, and as for his flames, he could barely conjure a flicker on his palm as he lost the drive that fueled his flames.

  Steven could remember all the days he spent with a cold chest and palm in his room after that day, struggling to manifest and sustain a weak flame only for it be quenched by a gentle breeze passing through the open window. Letting out a sigh as the flames died on his palm. Recalling how every time he felt his body to heat up with flames rising from within, he would be taken right back to that moment in the forest with Susan gaze on him, her hands singed by his flames as looked at him as though he was some kind of monster. Having to relive that moment over and over again made his flames weak and body cold.

  His parents tried their best to talk to him and convince him to come of his room with Susan practically cried banged against the wood door of his for her brother to come out and with he but still Steven remained in his room, his body lost its warmth, growing colder and colder each passing day. His parents, worried and concerned for him eventually thought of a solution, something they never and really didn’t want to do but it was the only thing they could think of that might help Steven. So one fateful day Steven was call out of his room by them. Walking out slowly with his shoulders sunk as he approached, before raising his ember eyes to meet theirs.

  There, standing before him were James and Marina Flinton, the great Golden Dragon Generals of Fire and Water, his parents the two most important people in his life, the ones he looked up to and cherished, looking down at him, there son, a pathetic fire dragon warrior who couldn’t even control his own flames. All Steven could at that moment was bow his head own while his heart swelled with shame. And with his head bowed he failed to see the worried and sad look of too parents, a mother and a father, about to do something they truly wished they didn’t have to do for the sake for their child.

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  James, taking in a breath, was the first to speak, “We’re worried about you Steven. First with this none sense about wanting to join the Golden Dragon Guard, the excessive training by yourself deep in the, your explosive out bursts and now, your withdrawal. It’s all…*sigh* concerning”.

  Steven just remained with his head still bowed.

  Marina then continued with a soft and slightly hesitant voice, “And because of this I and your father have choosen to…”

  Steven’s head remained bowed and up until he heard his mother’s final statement.

  “...enroll you in to the Dragon Academy”

  Those words did something neither of his parent’s other words nor Susan’s pleas and cries could urging those past few days, make him reaction. With his ember eyes widened with shock he raised to meet his parent’s gaze once, with a shocked and questioning expression on his face.

  The Dragon Academy was place where young dragon warriors could grow and learn, a fun place to make friends and have fun, those were the words they used to describe the academy. Painting fun happy picture for him of the Dragon Academy with their sweet words but to him, it just looked as though they wanted to get rid of him, and looking back, recalling what he did to Susan and terrified look on her he understood why and so made no attempt to protest against their decision, and just bowed his head in acceptance. But, unbeknownst to both Steven his parents, hidden away by the corn, hearing everything said was none other Susan, trying her absolute best not to shed a tear at the news that she might lose her brother.