Demons have ravaged the east wing!

Kael walked into a room with a down casted face.

"Last night someone was tampering with unholy magics... and several immensely powerful demons entered through the library,"

Aaralon tried to look surprised.

"Did they banish them?"

"Yes, but the Grand Magus is calling an assembly, he plans to check every single student for a taint of darkness," Kael swallowed hard, "And usually the old fool performs the spell incorrectly, giving even the most innocent person a reading of taint, surely many will be hung or forever locked away by this evening,"

Aaralon whispered, "I think I'm going to go..."

"It would be the most sane idea, but I doubt you will able to escape," Kael alerted his senses, searching for a wandering eye or shadow.

Aaralon grabbed a small portion of food and carefully wrapped it with his hard leather-bound black book. Not wanting to alert even his friend he was leaving Aaralon stepped outside onto the roof through his window. He was barely able to squeeze beyond the small stone slit, but the cooking grease was enough to allow him to slip through.

Aaralon looked out onto the campus, the sun was just rising and the drowsy grass was covered in frost.

Aaralon bravely descended 9 stories down, with little to keep his feet and hands from losing their grip from the stone walls. He nearly fell twice and slowed his descent slightly, but soon the quartermasters and guardsmen would make their first rounds in no time at all.

As Aaralon was a mere 4 stories from the ground level, he looked down to inspect the location of any guards if there were any. He saw no one walking and heard no one stir. Perhaps the guards were too busy searching for him... or whoever they might have thought had caused last night's intrusion.

Taking a deep breath Aaralon continued his descent, only to find a fine lady 2 stories above him, she too was climbing down. She wasn't wearing the best climbing clothes, a short black skirt which freely flew with the wind. Gazing up Aaralon had a clean shot at her pink-clad ass. He almost called out to her, but reasoned against it. And continued his descent after taking in the view.

Aaralon slipped on the second floor window and plummeted to the ground, landing on a conveniently placed pile of hay. He sighed and panned around to see if anyone heard him.

Suddenly a great weight fell on Aaralon's abdomen, knocking the wind out of him. Gasping for air and reeling in pain from the great weight thrown on him, the girl who had been above him slid off his chest and sat comfortably on his penis.

"Oh sorry," she giggled.

She giggled, swiping her hair from her face "I saw you admiring my ass from below," "And I felt a little pain was justified," she beamed.

Aaralon **** his chest to expand and he continued to breathe normally again. The mage gazed into the girl's eyes for a moment and she felt a slight poking sensation violating her nearly-bare ass.

Slightly turned on and offended she slapped Aaralon and slid down off the hay.

Faking a sigh, she groaned, "Men,"

"Might wanna get a move on boy, won't be long before that crazy Archmage locks the gates and calls everyone in," she straightened her thigh length skirt and black linen shirt and quickly ran off. Her solid boots stomped through the untrimmed grass to the outskirts of the college.

Aaralon mired in her form for a moment longer and quickly followed her path. Aaralon seldom traveled out of the college and he had forgotten how to navigate the 20 acre mostly walled grounds.

Keeping a meager distance from the girl Aaralon managed to escape the school grounds before the sentries had taken their posts and called the students in.

Aaralon came to a fork, the sign had 3 legible directions and a 4th that was blurred by heavy rains. He followed the east path with his eyes and saw the raven haired girl's blurred figure walking down the road to Oxshire, which he knew nothing about. The directions read:

N NW: Northfold Harbor

E: Pyremill

S SE: Amb rho k e

W: Whispering Woods

He was unsure of which way to go, the girl interested him greatly, but she didn't even give her name. She seemed uninterested.