Ortion Cavern had long been abandoned, ever since… that day. The Order never assigned anyone else to the cold, wet caves. Saphir knew because he devoured all information on the Order, perhaps hoping to cling on to the one thing he choose for himself. Yet there was noise as the party entered. Deliberate, patterned noise. Human noise.
“There’s an intruder,” Saphir whispered out as a warning to others. This conclusion was surprising considering that the cavern was off the map, and if the Order needed any of Dist’s documents, they would have collected them years ago. The party listened to Saphir nonetheless, going through the cavern slowly, until they came across it- him. The stranger was dressed like Dist, but appeared just as old as Saphir was. He was covered in soot and hurt in a few places. From what? Saphir could only back away and look to Jade for guidance.
“A replica..? Who would make… Jade, you didn’t make that, did you?” Jade shook his head, but Saphir didn’t believe that. Perhaps it had been a failed attempt to cover up what happened. Why was his replica so filthy, though?
“I didn’t say that. Nobody matters but us.” But me, Jade thought.
He could never understand why Saphir cared so much about the opinions of the other students at the Academy. Jade was glad his classmates were mostly afraid of him; they would hardly ever bother him because of it. Saphir did get bullied worse (and Jade didn’t blame them, Saphir was an easy target) but only during the rare times they were apart.