Welcome to Gaia! ::

Destiny knocks at the door of three young students of a magic school. Everyone knows them as descendents to a master mage, Mahlordrum Maelstrom. Before dying of food poison, Mahlordrum named three family lines as the Descendents. Now it falls upon Dogiro Daido, Beowulf Hinamo, and Jerico Stormrage to find the fabled Mahlordrum Scroll, in so gaining all of Mahlordrum's power.


Chapter One: Weakling

Dogiro, the school idiot never could do things properly. Even better, he failed three years of regular schooling. He stood up to every bully in school, bringing them all down with his natural wit in battle. Now he lives alone as an orphan in a port town named Bellapore on a continent filled with magic holding the name Berrouhg.

While standing with pride watching the sunset and leaning over the railing of a large tower, Dogiro sighs hoping to be accepted into a local magic school. He knows he has the ability, having conjured multiple spikes of dirt—by accident—when fighting people he hated. He remembers the feeling of using the magic, the drain from his body. The exhilaration of feeling weak when the spike of dirt shot from nowhere, piercing his enemies. “With my background, I seriously doubt I’ll be accepted.”
A short, but built teenager around Dogiro’s age steps out from the inside of the tower. “Come on man, they’ll accept you and me. I’ll be sure of it.” Dogiro sighs and smiles as he nods slightly, “of course, Beowulf, and they’ll let me wine and dine for free.” Beowulf grins and laughs, “they will.” Dogiro grins and turns for the exit. “True, ok, time to go see them. I’d guess it’s around the right time.”
Dogiro looked down to the ground and jumps over the railing, carefully choosing where to drop. His hands loosen then let go of the railing, letting Dogiro drop to the ground. Dogiro twists in the air to face away from the wall. The tower’s slanted wall allows Dogiro the plant his feet into it. He does so as planned and bursts forward into a diving roll, rolling to his feet. Beowulf does the same, landing next to him. “Let’s go Dogiro; I personally don’t want to be late.” Dogiro grins and bolts forward leaping over boulders as he runs up hill towards an ancient building. Beyond the hilltop building is where the school was located, in a small valley. “I’m onto you, Dogiro!” Beowulf yelps as he plants his arms into a rock, vaulting forward next to Dogiro. “To the Valley Magic Academy—” “—for dimwit magic abusers like us,” Beowulf cuts Dogiro off and laughs heartily about it. Dogiro joins in the laughter and bolts over the hill, starting to run down the hill.
Five minutes later, they reach the massive oak doors of the Academy. Before being able to get close, the doors shift open with an eerie feeling as if the doors were smart and knew that Beowulf and Dogiro were entreating entrance. “No hesitation now,” Dogiro says and Beowulf grins, “when did I say I was hesitant?” Dogiro and Beowulf chuckle uneasily and walk forward slowly. They had been inside before, but before someone was outside to open the doors. Dogiro is the first to enter, walking into a long foyer that seemed to spiral. Paintings of older men and woman with magical elementals balls floating in their hands hung from the marble walls, seeming to hang from nothing. “Wow, Beo, this place is so…” Dogiro fumbled through his mind for the word. An old grim voice spoke the word, “bizarre?” Dogiro paused and froze in place, looking for the source of the voice. A mage turned from the corner and stopped in front of Dogiro, “And it is bizarre for you both to actually show up on time. You both are the first today to be on time. Now, please, both of you come to my office.” Dogiro nods and follows the man with Beowulf trailing behind. A door down a hall opens by itself and all three of them step inside. “I am Baldur Maelstrom, the descendent of Mahlordrum Maelstrom, and I am the headmaster of this academy. Please state your names.” Baldur says with integrity of a mastermind.
Dogiro steps forward and bows, keeping his eyes forward and says, “I am Dogiro Daido.” Baldur nods and says, “Greater Earth Splitter. Good, good strong name. Show me what you can do. You may use anything in the room.” Dogiro nods softly. Beowulf backs up slowly as Dogiro searchers the room briefly before finding a pot of dirt. “Headmaster Baldur…may I use this dirt?” Baldur just nods silently. Dogiro concentrates for a moment, remembering the feeling of being attacked. He opens his eyes; they glow a ghostly brown. A handful of dirt rises from the pot and spindles into a long spear of dirt. Next, the dirt hardens and Dogiro grips it and pulls it from the sky. Baldur watches with eyes wide and asks, “Did you say anything to do that?” Dogiro shakes his head, “No, headmaster, I just remembered the feeling of being attacked and the dirt let me use it. Now I have a rock hard spear of dirt.” Baldur looks off to the side and then at Beowulf.
“And you, son? What’s your name?” Beowulf grows a smug look on his face, “I’m Beowulf.” Before Baldur could instruct him to do anything, Beowulf was already concentrating. “I suppose I don’t have to tell you to show me what you can do, Beowulf.” Beowulf’s palm started to glow. Without saying any words, Beowulf conjures a fireball that engulfs his right hand. He holds it in place then moves his hands around, watching the fireball as it moves, keeping his hand engulfed. “My dear kids, you control elements without words. That is remarkable! It is one of the few things we believe to know as impossible,” Baldur says as he stands to bow at them. Beowulf grins and extinguishes the flames. Dogiro smiles widely and pushes the spear into the dirt, letting it soften and fall to its original form. After a few seconds Dogiro says, “You realize, Baldur, that for me to make that spear, I also have to control water. It’s the hardening agent.” Baldur stares at him a moment, then nods. “Aguava” Baldur says, forming a ball of water in his palm.
Dogiro points at it and Baldur loses control over it. The ball becomes a stream that flows around Dogiro’s index finger, becoming a ball hovering over his finger tip. Baldur looks shocked and says “That’s amazing, Dogiro.” A stream of fire slips into the ball and boils it into steam. “Well, it’s safe to say you kids are accepted into Valley Magic Academy. Welcome aboard. I need to be left alone right now, you start school tomorrow. Come to the foyer tomorrow and you be instructed where to go.” Beowulf and Dogiro turn for the door and walk into the hall. Beowulf takes the lead and leads both of them out of the school. “Yo, Beo, want to duel?” Before Dogiro could ask anything else, Beowulf had a fireball ready. “Duh…get ready Dogiro...” Dogiro molds earth into a throwing tools named shurikans.
Beowulf turns and throws the fireball. Dogiro bolts sideway, throwing one of the shurikans directly at his opponent. Beowulf rolls and scoops some loose dirt and fires it into molten liquid. He throws it to Dogiro. The molten material stops mid air as the fire dissolves into the air. “Forget you still used earth?” Dogiro asks. Beowulf grins and fire shoots from the molten earth, singeing Dogiro, “why would I forget something like that?” Dogiro grins and raises his arms, “ok, you got me that time.”
Beowulf grins and motions for Dogiro to follow. “What do you think is Baldur’s deal, Dogiro?” Beo asks as they walk out of the valley towards a small shack in the distance. Dogiro thinks a moment then sighs, “I have no clue, brother. Think about this though. He was astounded we could use magic without words. I think he wants to use us.” Beo nods in agreement then bolts ahead; Dogiro following him.

“Those kids…they can use magic without words?” Baldur speaks to himself, trying to motion water to rise from a water basin. He slams it off the pillar, the basin landing with a hollow clink; water spreading across the floor. Baldur sighs and tries to spark fire with a few hand movements. “Damnit!” Baldur yelps. Three loud ear-filling knocks ring in the room. Baldur hesitantly speaks out after a moment or two, “Come in.”
The door creaks as it opens, sounding eerie as if ghosts roam the room. “Master Baldur, it’s me, Professor Waldheim,” the young beautiful woman says as she steps him. Baldur turns and looks her head to toe, eyeing her soft blue short cut robe, barely covering her large breasts. A purple lace sash tied around the robe keeps it closed. “Alana Waldheim, welcome. What brings you here?” Alana smiles then becomes serious, “those boys, Baldur, they use magic without words, correct?” Baldur eyes her, wondering what she was thinking. Without further delay he nods. “Well, Baldur, I would like to have them in my class. I don’t have very many good magical talents in my class, as you already know, and I would like to be the professor to further their abilities,” Alana says with confidence. Baldur nods and motions for her to leave; Alana complies by turning and walking out. She walks fast down the hall and turn towards he large oak doors. The Professor opens the doors and slips through them, her eyes darting, catching Dogiro and Beowulf in mid battle.
She waits until they finish.

“Beo, hold up, some woman is following us,” Dogiro says as he stops. Beowulf joins him in facing the large breasted woman. “Are you two Dogiro and Beowulf?” the woman asks. Dogiro nods and answers, “yeah, I’m Dogiro Daido. Who are you?” Alana grins slightly then leans forward giving Dogiro full view, “your teacher. How old are you?” “s-seventeen,” Dogiro answers, trying not to look. Alana straightens her back. “I’m the same age,” Beowulf speaks out. Alana smiles then looks down, “well I’m twenty, and I do go after my students sometimes.” Dogiro’s right eyebrow rises and a grin slips across his lips. “Seriously though, that was a good battle between the two of you,” Alana says as she moves closer. She smiles as she strokes the side of Dogiro’s neck with her red fingernail. Dogiro’s breath becomes shallow and he asks, “Professor…do you like me or something?” Alana moves close, leaning her lips to Dogiro’s left ear, “I do like you, but I can’t try anything until I’m sure you like me too.” Before Dogiro could say anything, Alana says a few incoherent words and disappears into thin air.
“That was weird, Dogiro. You think she might suck you off or something,” Beowulf says as he looks back to Dogiro. Dogiro stands frozen with a wicked grin on his face. Dogiro whispers, “That’s her, Beo. That’s the one.” “She’s our professor,” “I already know that, Beowulf. You forget though, she’s twenty. Best thing is…she likes me,” Dogiro says with contentment. Beowulf slugs his shoulder and scoffs, “come on man, let’s just go. Fantasize later when you’re alone.” Dogiro nods, turning and walking forward. “Yeah later with my teacher,” he says under his breath.

Alana steps out of one of the lavatories in the school and moves towards her classroom. She enters the empty room and moves to her desk, sliding into her chair. Sighing, she closes her eyes and wonders to her self, am I really going to seduce my student? Maybe I’ll like this one. Maybe it isn’t a lie.
She sighs again and leans forward, lying across her desk. Her eyes shut and sleep over takes her, sending her into a world of dreams.

~**~

Hands caress Alana’s shoulders, waking her from her desk slumber. The hands massage softly, giving Alana the remedy to awaken and stay awake. She turns to see her masseuse, expecting to see Baldur. Her eyes adjust and focus, seeing Dogiro’s soft amethyst eyes. Surprised, she asks, “Dogiro?” Dogiro nods and lowers his lips down to her ears, “I like you too, Alana.” Alana thinks a moment and rises quickly, “how do you know my first name?” Dogiro chuckles then points at her name plate on her desk. She sighs then succumbs to the massage saying, “no one has ever willingly given me a massage before, Dogiro. I admit, yesterday, I was putting up a front. I’m not miss seduction. I am nice.” Dogiro stops for a moment, “I didn’t think you were always seductive, and believe me, I’m not after sex. I want someone who can trust and or love me for who I am.” Alana nods then turns to face him. “I can try to be that person…even though I’m your teacher,” she says looking into Dogiro’s eyes as serious as possible.
Dogiro nods then touches her lips, “I don’t expect you to take it easy on me in class. Our relationship should make you tougher on me.” Alana nods having already planned to be tough on him. “That being said,” Alana whispers before touching their lips together, “The rest of the class will be here shortly.” Dogiro nods and moves to a desk.
Beowulf walks in with a grin on his face and winks at Dogiro. Beo sits next to Dogiro and asks him what happened. Dogiro simply says, “I’m taken.” Beowulf gives a chuckle and a grin. Classmates begin pouring into the room, wondering who the two students sitting alone are.
“Good morning students, I, of course, am Professor Alana Waldheim” Alana speaks after the classroom is filled, “The two students you see sitting in the front row are Dogiro,” Dogiro raises a hand, “and Beowulf.” Beo stands and bows to the class. “Why don’t you two tell us about yourselves? You first Beowulf.” Beo nods the stands again, “Yes, I am Beowulf Hinamo. I am the flame controller,” he raises a hand, a spark of flame runs over his fingers then vanishes, “and I am seventeen years of age. I actually never considered magic academy until this year due to Dogiro’s want to further his own abilities. I suppose that’s all I can say and I shall pass the torch to Dogiro.”
Everyone claps as Beo sits down, one girl staring at him. “And Dogiro?” Alana asks with a twinkle in her eye. Dogiro stands proud and looks among the students with a seriousness in his eyes. “I am Dogiro Daido, and I’ll admit. I’m not very magically fit for this school besides my three skills of control,” He thinks a moment, “more like two magic and one summon ability. I shall show you the magic.” Dogiro spots a plant set in dirt and a jug of water in roughly the same area. Both of his hands wave towards them causing a ball of dirt to rise and a stream of water to flow from the water. The dirt shifts and flows in a spiral around the room. A student in the class groans and mutters a word, shooting a bolt of lightning at Dogiro barking, “Show off!” The dirt shifts on its own, the water trailing behind it. The Dirt catches the lightning barely and the water stretches, one end touching the students cheek and the other touching the dirt. “Kid, move!” Dogiro barks out, trying to shuffle the dirt away, but it was too late. An electric surge moves from the dirt into the water and strikes the student, shocking him. Dogiro’s arms fall, the dirt falling in front of him. The water, hovering a moment, fell. Dogiro’s eyes widened when he saw the students burnt face. “I…I-I’m out of here,” Dogiro says as he turns, running out of the class.
Alana moves to the student who sits shocked at what happened, “Brock, are you ok?” Alana chirps before muttering a few healing words. Beowulf looks at Brock, then at the rest of the class. He groans then bolts from his desk, “I’ll find Dogiro.” Beowulf leaves the room with haste hearing Brock say, “I’ll remember not to pick on him.” Beowulf grins at that but follows the running footsteps. He turns a corner finding Baldur and Dogiro talking. Beowulf moves closer, “Dogiro, are you ok?” Dogiro turns around then looks back at Baldur. Baldur sighs, “Come on kids, in my office, tell me what happened.”
They enter the headmaster’s office and sit down. Dogiro sits frozen and freaked out, so Beowulf starts, “Headmaster, we were introducing ourselves. I went first and everything was fine, and then Dogiro stood.” Dogiro looks at Beo then continues, “I introduced myself, and begun to show what I could do with earth and water…then a student shot a lightning bolt at me…I didn’t do it but the chunk of earth moved, absorbed the shock and the water acted in kind by shocking the student by connecting itself to the student and the earth.” Baldur’s eyes widen and he asks, “The students name?” Beowulf shifts slightly, “Brock, I think.” Baldur nods. “That would make sense, he doesn’t like earth magicians,” Headmaster says as he moves to an old book, “What intrigues me is the earth and water working in unison by them selves to protect you. That’s astonishing; I’ve never thought to do something like that.” Dogiro looks up at him, “I didn’t think to do it either…it just…happened. I tried to warn Brock…but it was too late.”
Headmaster Maelstrom nods and sighs again, “ok, listen. Go back to class; I’ll look into this some more. See if I can understand your abilities. Off you go now.” Beowulf moves to Dogiro and helps him stand. Together they turn and move into the hall, moving towards the class. Alana comes around the corner and chirps, “Ah, you found him! Brock’s fine and the classmates are worried about Dogiro. Beowulf, you can go back to class. I’m going to talk to Dogiro for a minute. Beowulf nods and moves past them both. Alana sighs and moves to Dogiro, “Dogiro, talk to me. I’m here for you.” Dogiro nods and hugs her close, “I didn’t want to hurt Brock. Thank you for being here for me. It proves you like me.” She nods, looking up slightly to look into his eyes only being an inch shorter then him. She pushes her lips to his and stands like that for a moment. Dogiro is the first to move, breaking the kiss. “Let’s go back. Get your posture back, teach.” Alana sighs again and nods, regaining her professor posture. She moves with her back straightened, Dogiro following her into the class.
“Professor, may I talk with Dogiro privately?” Brock asks, standing next to his desk. Dogiro looks at him then says, “I’ll willingly talk to you. We can talk in the hall, if you don’t mind Professor.” Alana thinks for a moment then nods, shutting the door when they both exit. “So, Brock, I think I need to apologize. I didn’t get a chance to mention that my magic will sometimes act on its own when I’m attacked,” Dogiro says and Brock stops him before he can continue, “no, Dogiro, I probably deserve what I got. I use to always zap the new students and feeling what I put them through makes me think. I think we should be friends. We can help each other.” Dogiro listens to his words and sighs.
Before anything else can be said a white haired kid around 5 foot 11 inches walks by and stops, “friends? Right, the only reason you befriend someone is to have them protect you.” Dogiro looks at the blonde and chuckles saying, “That’s what I was thinking. What’s your name?” The white haired one chuckles, and then raises his chin, “I’m Jerico Stormrage. Name says it all…sort of.” Dogiro nods, “I see. Well, I’m Dogiro Daido,” He says as he extends a hand, “Thanks for the Brock warning.” Jerico takes his hand and shakes it. Jerico sighs and looks into Alana’s class through the window, “I hope Professor Waldheim isn’t mad that I’m late.” Dogiro nods, “I doubt she will be. Let’s head in.” Jerico leads Dogiro and Brock into the classroom. “Sorry Professor, I woke up late,” Jerico says as he walks to the only empty seat next to Beowulf. “It’s fine, that’s a first so it can slide. Dogiro, are you and Brock ok now?” Dogiro nods and sits at his desk. Brock sighs and moves to his own desk.
“Ok class, all interruptions aside, I am going to be teaching you a magic technique named ‘Aguavarius.’ This is a water element that creates a small tidal wave using the moisture of the air. Be careful when using it because it can sometimes de-moisturize the air enough to where the air is dry when you breathe in. Air that's dry can cause you to cut your throat by just breathing in. Would someone like to volunteer?” Alana looks around the class and spots a raised hand. “Marian, go ahead. Come to the front and aim outside the window,” Alana says. Marian stands and moves forward. Beowulf notices her as the girl that stared at him. Marian sighs softly and holds her hands forward, concentrating on creating a small tidal wave. “Aguavarius,” Marian chirps causing a small tidal to materialize and splash out the window. Marian sighs of weakness then moves to her desk saying, “I think Dogiro or Beowulf should try.” Dogiro’s eyes focus as he looks to Beowulf. Beowulf nods and sighs as he stands. He moves to where Marian stood and closes his eyes, feeling the magic move over him. His heartbeat slows as he summons the magic from his soul. Beo grasps it then opens his eyes; his eyes shining with a ghostly red. Calmly and clearly he speaks, “Aguavarius.”
Nothing happens for a few moments then water materializes slowly, sloshing back and forth until it finally forms into a wave, flying out the window. Alana watches him carefully, “I think you’re too used to using fire techniques that water is tougher. Practice the tidal wave until you can do it well,” Alana speaks out with wisdom. Beowulf nods, muttering a courtesy then sits down. Dogiro looks down then stands up. He remembers when he was five causing a tidal wave that was too huge to be held into the classroom. “Last time I did a tidal wave…it was more of a tsunami.” Dogiro admits. Alana laughs and nods, “I figured as much, Dogiro. That’s why you won’t be doing it. You’ll be trying a fire ball. A minor fire ball…the word is ‘Firashe.’” Dogiro nods and holds his hand in the form as if holding a fire ball. “However, when you throw the fire ball, throw it at Beowulf. Beowulf, if you would so kindly stand in front of the window,” Alana says, trying to offer the class protection without a protection spell. Beowulf grins and moves into place.
Dogiro focuses on a candle flame, summoning magic almost instantly. He grasped it, and then lost it. He grasped for it again, barely catching and holding it. Concentrating on holding the magic in place, Dogiro speaks calmly, “Firashe” A small spark exploded into medium fireball. The fire crackles, waving and jerking around. He stares into it, watching its core continuously explode into burning limbs. Dogiro looks at Beowulf now, and then aims. He pulls his arm back slightly the thrusts it forward, releasing the fireball. Beowulf raises a palm, catching it and extinguishing it. “Good job, Dogiro…Beowulf,” Alana speaks confidently. “Brock, it’s your turn. Try the tidal wave,” She says with a grin. Dogiro and Beowulf move to their seats, sitting down. Brock moves to the front and speaks the water spell clearly, causing the tidal wave easily.
The class passed by for three hours. Minutes left before the bell to the student’s lunch period. Suddenly Alana grins and stands in front of the class, “I think now would be a good time for two students to duel. Maybe three…I’m thinking,” Alana looks around three of her students sticking out the most. Brock looks hopeful as he imagines beating the crap out of Jerico. “Jerico versus Dogiro versus Beowulf,” Alana says then Marian counters, “But it’s almost time to go.” Alana laughs, “Marian, I know that. We’ll meet out front of the school after lunch period.” With that said, the bell rings and everyone but Beowulf, Dogiro, and Jerico walk out. Jerico starts, “Professor, why did you choose me?” Alana sighs, “don’t ask questions. You’ll see why when the time comes. Consider it a lesson to be on time.” Jerico nods and walks out. “Dogiro, I would like you to join me for lunch,” Alana say moving closer to him. Beowulf grins and Dogiro says, “Alana, it’s ok, Beowulf knows about us. He can come too if it’s alright.” Prof. Waldheim smiles and nods, “yeah it’s fine. We aren’t serious yet.” Alana sighs and leaves the classroom. Beowulf moves closer to Dogiro, “Brother, I can eat lunch elsewhere. Go be with her.” Dogiro nods and bolts from the room, catching up to Alana. “Alana, Beowulf said he was going to eat elsewhere,” Dogiro says as he turns her around. She smiles warmly then clenches her teeth whispering, “I can’t do this to you. I’m…I’m supposed to seduce you to find out how to work magic without words. Problem is…” Her voice quivers to a stop and Dogiro finishes her words, “You do like me. So why break it off?” Alana looks at him weird and closes her eyes, sighing hard. “You’re right. You are right,” Alana says as she moves into his arms. “Alana,” Dogiro speaks softly into her ear, “let’s do this right. Will you date me?” Alana gasps softly then pulls from him slightly. She thinks a moment then kisses him, deepening it instantly.
Seconds pass by quickly before she breaks the kiss. When she does, in a seducing tone of voice, she whispers into his ear, “What do you think?” Dogiro kisses her neck, nipping softly. Without delaying too much time he whispers back, “I think that’s a yes.” She kisses him again then takes his hand, leading him through the halls. Alana leads the both herself and Dogiro out and away from the school, heading toward the city. Soon, Dogiro walks beside her, holding her hand as well, lacing his fingers with hers.

Beowulf walks into the lunching area of the school and looks around, seeing if he could find anyone of the classroom. Without much time taken, he spots Jerico and Marian sitting at a table together. He smiles slightly and moves towards them. As e approaches he speaks out, “Jerico, Marian, is it alright if I sit here?” Jerico waves a hand and Marian’s eyes become wide. She nods slightly then looks down at her salad. Jerico eyes Beowulf directly, and then asks, “Any idea why Professor Waldheim set a three way between us, Beowulf?” Beowulf leans back and sighs, “Jeez, I don’t know. I think it has something to do with me and Dogiro being able to use a certain element without words.” Jerico looks at him sharply. “You can do it too? I can use ice and thunder willingly. What about you?” Jerico questions and Beowulf chuckles, “I use fire. Dogiro uses Earth and Water. We should form a team, Jerico.” Marian forces a chuckle and Jerico closes his eyes, thinking. Silence floods the trio of them as Jerico thinks. Marian starts to shake slightly before bursting out suddenly, “I like you Beowulf!” Her hands cover her mouth instantly. She sighs heavily then speaks softly, “s-s-sorry. I tried to keep quiet…sorry” Beowulf looks at Marian and nods, “That’s fine Marian. It’s ok too; I had my eye on you when I caught you staring in class.” Marian smiles softly and nods. Jerico opens his eyes, “I’ll think about the forming a team, Beo. I’ll have an answer after our tri-duel.”

“How did you know about this place Alana?” Dogiro asks as they enter a small restaurant. The interior shines bright with different jewels sparkling with a touch of magic. The few tables they had were made seemingly of air, only having a cedar sump to hold up clear blue glass table tops. “My uncle runs this place, I figured it’d be the best place to go without being seen,” Alana says with slight insecurity in her voice. Dogiro kisses her cheek and smiles, “I think it’s the perfect place.” She grins and turns to face him, “best thing is it’s all free…since I’m the niece.” Dogiro nods and leads her to an empty table. He sits her down then moves to the seat across from her. Dogiro’s right leg starts to shake up and down as he sits staring into Alana’s blue eyes. “I have to confess something. I’ve never been on anything like a date before. I’m not sure if this is a date or not” Dogiro says softly. Alana chuckles, “if it helps, consider this not a date. I’d like it to be one though.” Dogiro smiles warmly, “then it’s a date.”
Alana giggles this time. A waiter comes up, standing tall and proud regardless to his overweight state of being. “Ah! Alana, my favorite niece, how fares your teachings at VMA?” The waiter asks as he sets two glasses of water before the both of them. Alana smiles, “Uncle Bernard! Things are fine at the school. I’m just sitting here with my boyfriend having lunch.” Bernard gasps slightly and looks at him, “I thought he was your student.” Alana grins, “he is.” Bernard laughs heartily and bows. “Pleasure to meet you, I’m Bernard,” Bernard introduces himself. Dogiro smiles and speaks out, “Dogiro Daido.” Bernard freezes and stares down at Dogiro with piercing blue eyes, “Did you say ‘Daido?’ I hope not.” Dogiro’s face tightens. “I said ‘Daido’ yes. Why does it matter?” Bernard becomes hard faced and looks at Alana. “Niece, you have one of the descendants in your class. Now you have two,” Bernard says softly. Alana giggles and corrects him, “No, Uncle, I have all three, but this one is stealing my heart.” Dogiro face becomes curious, “Descendants? You mean me and Beowulf Hinamo?” Alana nods and Bernard walks off. “I don’t plan to tell you what you are, Dogiro. You will learn that yourself. To save time, we should leave. We can eat later,” Alana says as she stands. Dogiro follows her outside when she stops. Alana turns and takes him into her arms, “Sorry our date was cut short. I can make up for it later.” Before Dogiro could ask how Alana was kissing him deeply so Dogiro didn’t bother worrying about how.
Dogiro breaks the kiss this time, “Alana, we should get back. I have battle to do.” Alana nods and leads them. “First, Dogiro, Jerico is the third descendant. That means he controls elements without words as well. His elements are thunder and ice. You already know Beowulf’s element and your own. Just be careful,” Alana explains to him, changing her posture to teaching posture. Dogiro nods as he remembers Brock’s thunder bolt.

“Beowulf, lunch is nearly over. Let’s head out front,” Jerico says as he stands from the table. Beowulf nods and stands. Marian follows Beowulf and Jerico down the halls, her mind staying on Beowulf beating both Jerico and Dogiro in one fall swoop. Jerico tenses with each step to the large oak door. Beowulf sets a hand on his shoulder. “Jerico, it’s a tri-duel. We aren’t aiming to kill one another. Just calm down a little,” Beowulf says with assurance. Jerico nods hesitantly and opens the oak doors, leading the three of them outside towards the training field.

Alana mutters a word, holding her hand over the lock on the training field. The lock clicks open and Alana lifts the lock and tosses it aside. She then opens the gate to the field and leads Dogiro into the field. “Dogiro…I won’t be able to root for you but,” she pulls him to her and kisses him quickly, “there is your good luck kiss. You’ll get a lot more kisses later…after a week or so.” Dogiro nods then separates from Alana and loses his eyes, concentrating heavily. Jerico enters followed by Beowulf and Marian as the bell ring for everyone to leave lunch. Jerico chose a spot on the field and closed his eyes to concentrate. Beowulf decides to choose a spot to make it look like a triangle and started to meditate. Soon after, the class pours in and stands in a half circle, eyeing the three Descendents. Alana faces her class, “Everyone be silent; they do need to concentrate before battle.” Dogiro had finished his pre battle and listened to Alana. “Maybe we’ll see what it is Dogiro can summon,” Dogiro’s eye’s tense with worry, “Maybe we won’t. It’s up to him.” Beowulf faces the class and is soon joined by Jerico and Dogiro. “Are you all ready?” Alana asks. All three bark the word ‘yes’ at the same time. The three keep their distance from each other, waiting on the Professor’s go. “Battle begins…now!” Alana chirps, getting her distance from the three.
Beowulf turns his right palm on Dogiro and his right on Jerico and grunts softly as he shoots a continuous stream of flame at Dogiro and Jerico. Jerico quickly creates a stream of ice, stopping the flame midway. Dogiro jumps left, rolling to his feet. The earth grumbles, creating a hand structure, reaching from the ground. The hand, controlled by Dogiro, starts to close around Beowulf. At the same time, Jerico shoots a bolt of lightning, barely touching Beowulf, shocking Beo enough to make him stop the fire streams. The earth hand grips Beowulf and tightens. Beowulf looks at Jerico and growls, turning his head to Dogiro. Beowulf breathes in and spits a ball of flame at Dogiro. Daido reluctantly moves, disabling the hand. The earth falls to the ground as dirt. Jerico takes his chance and creates a pulsing wave of electricity, zapping one of the other students and well as Beowulf and Dogiro. Beowulf’s teeth clench as his muscles tighten. Dogiro is affected the same but comes out of it first. The earth groans again and rises under Dogiro. Jerico’s eyes widen and he throws another more concentrated wave. Dogiro reacts back creating a wall of earth between himself and Jerico which also protects Beowulf. Beowulf finally comes to and clenches his fists tight, fire engulfing both fists.
Beowulf charges forward, crashing through the earth wall. Jerico gasps then charges forward with his own fists clenched, ice surrounding them. Dogiro stands on his earthen pillar, laughing as he watches the two. “You all want to see my summon? Fine, be ready!” The pillar rises five more feet. Beowulf slings his fist forward and Jerico hits Beowulf’s fist with his ice fists. Dogiro closes his eyes, standing straight. He puts his hands together making a summoning sign. Alana watches the sign and realizes that Dogiro is making a dragon sign. “Class, stand back, this is going to be big,” Alana says as she moves back. Dogiro starts to chant, his hands glowing a ghostly red. Beowulf sends a wave of fire, knocking Jerico back, “Jerico, Dogiro is summoning a dragon. We may have to work together to bring it down.” Jerico’s eyes widen and he nods. Jerico and Beowulf stand idle, waiting for the dragon to be summoned.
Earth begins to swirl around Dogiro as he chants; the ground begins to rumble and turn up. A loud angry roar sounds from under Dogiro. “Jerico, move,” Beowulf barks as he runs from Dogiro. The ground crumbles around a large winged beast. The beast bursts upward, catching Dogiro after he jumps from the pillar. The dragon lands on all four, standing only large enough to carry Dogiro. “This is Lethal, a baby Earthen Dragon. Her mother is a full grown Volcano Dragon. The father is a dead Earthen Dragon. She may be a baby, but she’s still deadly. Vicious as well seeing as she’s growling…but the point is here, Beowulf and Jerico might not last too long,” Dogiro speaks as the dragon claws the ground. Beowulf growls, “I’ll take her on!” Jerico nods and breathes in heavily. Dogiro sighs then says, “I’ve forbidden her to fight. We may continue, but I’m going to be honest. I don’t have much energy left.”
Beowulf turns to leave, “weakling…I’m out of here.” Jerico turns to face Beowulf, finding rock bars caging Beo. Dogiro jumps from Lethal and bursts towards Beowulf, his clenched fists swirling with dirt and rock. Beowulf melts the front of the cage and engulfs his fists in flames, turning on Dogiro. Beowulf throws a punch as Dogiro does. Their fists meet causing a force explosion hard enough that it knocks the both of them out. Alana chirps, “Jerico wins by default! Class dismissed, I’ll look over Beowulf.” Everyone leaves but Jerico and Marian. Marian moves to Beowulf, touching one of his cuts caused b a rock that left Dogiro’s fist upon impact. Alana moves to Dogiro first, healing his burns and cuts. She moves to Beowulf after, healing his severe cuts. “Marian, watch over Beowulf. I’ll watch over my…boyfriend,” Alana says. Without saying anything, Marian nods and Alana moves back to Dogiro, kissing his lips. Jerico walks slowly to Prof. Waldheim and asks bluntly, “You’re dating Dogiro?” Alana nods. Lethal’s heavy footsteps are heard, walking to Dogiro. Her massive head hangs over Dogiro, her lower lip rubbing his torso softly. Alana speaks softly, “He’ll be fine Lethal.” Lethal grunts response then bonds with the earth as she disappears into it.

Dogiro’s eyes open, finding it hard to focus. He looks around focusing on the person sitting in the chair. He makes out a sleeping woman and wonders who it is until he sees Alana’s revealing robe. “Alana…you could’ve gone home to bed,” Dogiro says softly when she wakes. She shakes her head, “No, it was my duty to stay with my student. It is even more so my duty to stay with my man.” Dogiro nods and lays his head back. Alana moves to him, cradling his forehead with his hand, “You’ll be fine. Ignore what Beowulf said…you’re no weakling. He’s in worse shape. He has a piece of earth in his veins.” Dogiro grins then responds, “I know. It won’t kill him unless I want it to.” Alana looks at him weird then giggles when she realizes, “you put it in him to teach him a lesson. To show him you aren’t weak. So that’s why it took you longer to awaken. You’ve been magically controlling a small grain of dirt.” Dogiro nods then sighs out. He squints and grunts slightly, “Now it’s out.” Alana leans down and kisses him deeply.
Seconds later she breaks the kiss, “You are no weakling.”