“What was that?” I finally demanded.“Terror demon,” Alistair explained. “Incredibly rare, or so I’ve heard.”“Because we don’t have e...ough terror all by ourselves?” I whined. He chuckled wryly, but I could tell his heart wasn’t really into it.I thought about it, and decided not to ask – ever – what everyone else had heard. I could guess, for some of them, but I was pretty sure that finding out wouldn’t be helpful or beneficial for my mental well-being.The elderly mage at the centre of the seals. Kal looked at Daxas and shrugged. “When they brought me in they didn’t stop to open them, and there doesn’t appear to be anything like stables down here for the horses,” he said looking around the large empty room. Inwardly he was glad he hadn’t decided on using the wagon as their getaway, that entire plan would have just fallen apart.With the wagon driver and his helper absent the only thing left was the smaller door to the actual hideoutLocked from the inside. Kal had hoped for, but not. My hostel is not of the strict kind. It’s just a big house of an old couple where the rent rooms to boys which are there on the first and second floors. So there are no watchmen or anything, and there are almost no restrictions on us boys living here. I have a girlfriend named Shruti.Kya batao yaar. She is a complete Patakha. She is 5feet 7inches tall and has cup size 32c (atleast that’s what she told me). Her face is very pretty, and anyone will fall for the naughtiness in her eyes. Her. Nothing actually happened, but suddenly I was thinking of Sheri in ways that I hadn't for years. In the days that followed, things were pretty normal between Sheri and me. Sheri and I started making plans to go out on Friday night and while I invited Chelsea, I kind of did a bit of a soft sell of the plans. It wasn't a thought out plan to exclude Chelsea, but I found that I was creating an easy path for her to take a pass on a night out. Whether I admitted it to myself or not I really just.