The Meaning of a Hero
Amura turned into her human form sat behind him and spoke.
"Master you do know that this is a trap? I already told you about the man who was eavesdropping while you were talking to those students. With that in mind I'm pretty sure that you already understand that this is a trap."
The dorm room was dimly lit by the orange glow of the evening lamps outside the academy grounds. Cold wind slipped through the slightly opened window curtains, causing the flame of the small desk candle to flicker gently. Shadows danced across the walls as Videl silently prepared her belongings.
Her Long sword rested against the bed nearby.
The silver-haired spirit, Amura, sat quietly behind her in human form. Her steel-colored hair cascaded over her shoulders like flowing moonlight while the high slits of her silver robe revealed her toned legs crossed elegantly atop the bed. Despite her composed appearance, worry lingered deep inside her eyes.
