Even though he was told that he's an airhead and can't seem to sense the mood, Feliciano knew that if he didn't hurry, Ludwig was going to be in big trouble.

Ever since he was little, back when he was 'normal', people told him it was alright to be a little air-headed at times, but he didn't believe that. Time and time again he would screw up and put his life in danger and make people worry.

This is all my fault! Feliciano thought, eyes tearing up. Branches smacked him in the face as he tried to find his way out. If I hadn't wanted to go into those woods this would never have happened.

He always had to mess things up didn't he? That's why he and Lovino...

No! Feliciano shook his head to get rid of those thoughts. It wasn't my fault. Just a little... misunderstanding.

Feliciano continued to run until he got to the outskirts of the woods. There was a clearing. He slowed down to a jog and began calling out for help.

"Help!" Feliciano called, as he began to cry. He really hoped someone would hear him. "Anyone! Please help me!"

There was no one in sight for miles.

"Please! Anyone…" The trees rustled and he was so tired.

A dark shadow rushed at Feliciano from behind and tackled him.

He cried out as he landed hard on the ground. His back felt like it was on fire. The creature had dragged its quills across his back. Spots began to cloud his vision as Feliciano struggled to stay awake.

Help! He thought, desperately.

Two figures rushed at him and tackled the Howler to the ground. A struggle could be heard as the figures tried to hold onto the beast.

"Shit! His quills are sharp."

"Yeah,..." A grunt. "I have to get a grip on him without pricking myself."

"Hold him tight, Antonio. We don't want him getting loose." The next few words were mumbled."...-and messing up my hair!"

"Francis! Just inject him already."

There were scuffing noises and faint howls from the creature.

A shadow crossed over Feliciano.

"Hey, Feli, are you alright?"

Feliciano could barely focus as the pain in his back intensified. He began to wonder if all of this was a dream and that he was actually still home taking a nap. The pain was too much.

"Feli?"

"He's in trouble. There's a lot of blood."

"What do we do?"

"I will take him to get some help." One of the figures knelt down next to him."You go find Gil and tell him about that creature."

"Okay." There was a whirling sound and small feet began running in a different direction. "Keep him safe."

"I will." the figure hovering over him said. "Feliciano?"

"Help," Feliciano whispered softly as his vision faded to black. Dream or not, his friend needed his help. "Help... Ludwig."

He already had enough on his plate, considering he was a very skilled Wizard, but the fact that he had to deal with a large-scale fire in the middle of a mostly abandoned town was ridiculous.

There used to be creatures and the occasional human on the outskirts of town, but when the fire started most of them ran. This was going to be difficult to explain to the counsel. He did not want to explain why Peter had gotten in trouble again for misusing magic.

"I told that boy not to do sorcery and now look what he's done." Arthur muttered to himself as he summoned another bout of rain."Causing a full scale fire in the middle of a city. What was that boy thinking."

Arthur continued to walk through the city as the last rays of fire were doused by the rain he had created. He saw a flash of blue in the corner of his vision and turned to see Peter running across a street.

"Peter!" Arthur called as he sped up. Before the child could run off, Arthur grabbed him by his vest.

"Let me go!" Peter cried out as he struggled.

"I'll let you go as long as you don't run away." Arthur promised. He turned Peter around so they were standing face to face. Peter held his head down and muttered,

"I promise I won't run away."

"Good." Arthur released the boy. "Now explain to me why you used that Transportation Spell when I told you not to."

Peter puffed his cheeks.

"You told me to give them that letter as fast as I could."

Arthur was bewildered. He had been expecting the boy to tell him that he did it to annoy him. Not that he had disobeyed him for a reason.

"A letter?" Arthur asked.

"Yeah! You told me to take a letter to Matthew and Alfred." Peter replied with confidence.

Now Arthur was really confused. A letter to Matthew and Alfred? He couldn't have asked that because he was busy all week. Even if he wanted to, he doesn't even know where those two were right now.

"Arthur!" a voice called from behind him.

Arthur turned around to see someone he did not want to talk to right now.

"Francis. I do not have time-" Arthur stopped as he noticed the figure in his arms. His white shirt and green vest was covered in blood and dirt and his tail hung limp as Francis lowered him to the ground.

"Arthur."

Arthur's eyes snapped back up to Francis. He took another look at the figure and nodded his head to the left.

"Lay him on those steps."

Francis carried the boy over to the steps and set him down gently.

Arthur turned to face Peter and saw that he was looking at the injured boy with an unreadable expression on his face.

"...I didn't do that did I?"

Arthur sighed for the second time today. He crouched down in front of the boy.

"No, you didn't Peter," Arthur said gently. He didn't want the boy to run off and do something stupid. "But I need you to tell me something."

Peter huffed.

"What do you want, you big bully." Peter seemed to be feeling better.

"I want you to tell me where we were when I told you to deliver that letter."

"In that weird town. The one before you get to the waterfall where the Fairy's live."

"Thank you."

Arthur straightened and walked over to Francis and the boy. He glanced back over his shoulder to see Peter running off.

Hopefully that boy won't cause any more trouble. Arthur thought. He would deal with him later.

Peter was a very energetic child. He made friends easily and usually does well on exams.

Magic was just one thing he couldn't fully grasp.

Though it wasn't his fault. His father was a pure human, a human without any magical energy and his mother was a Wizard, a human with huge amounts of magical energy. Children with only one wizard parent are likely to be Enchanting humans, humans with some magical energy. Most Enchanting humans could only do simple spells like summoning fire(small like a match) or a beginner levitation spell. Because his mother was a very powerful Wizard and with assistance from Arthur, Peter became a summoner. It was impressive that he was able to summon a vortex though there were some obvious repercussions.

"Flip him," Arthur instructed. Francis complied and turned the boy over so that the three long scratches on his back were seen.

Arthur closed his eyes and held his hands out. He still wondered about that letter...

He'll ask more about it later.

"Parentis vires commoda mihi potentiam tuam." Arthur began to chant. Green light began to surround the boy. Arthur reached into his pant's pocket and pulled out a marble filled with a liquid substance. "Focus industriaque perfecisti et sanaret."(1)

The green light encased the boy. By the time the spell was finished, the marble and the liquid had vanished.

"That should do it," Arthur said. He dusted off the front of his pinstripe blue vest and looked up at Francis who had been silent the entire time.

"Is he going to be alright?" Francis murmured. He looked at the boy with concern.

"He should be after a while," Arthur replied. He was curious as to what had happened. "Who is he?"

"A friend of Antonio's," Francis said. He looked back up at Arthur, a tint of red in his otherwise blue eyes. "His name is Feliciano. He's a werewolf."

"What happened?"

"He was attacked by a Howler in the forest on the east side of town."

"What?!" Arthur asked, startled. A Howler so close to a town?

Francis made a noise and shifted his position.

"It's not that disbelieving compared to the things you come up with."

Arthur's head snapped toward the other man.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" he exclaimed, his ears turning pink.

"Oh, I don't know," Francis replied, smirking."What about those things called Cers?"

It took Arthur a moment to figure out what Francis was talking about.

"It's called a car, frog," Arthur replied. "And it's not so unbelievable. They used to exist."

"Sure, but how about "phones?"" Francis countered. "A means of talking long distances without having some sort of special ability?"

"They did too."

"What about that contraption that can fly even though it's not alive and seems too heavy to get off the ground?"

"That too," Arthur answered, smugly.

"That Flying Mint Bunny of yours, too?" Francis said. He was smiling evilly(or that's what it looked like to Arthur).

"He is too!" Arthur replied. Flying mint bunny was real, of course. Who else helped him make tea?

"How is that unbelievable with all of these creatures in the world?" Arthur added when Francis gave him an amused look.

"Because."

"Because of what?" Arthur wanted to know what was wrong with this fact.

"Bunnies don't fly."

Before Arthur could reach over and hit the man, Feliciano made his presence known by groaning. The green light faded to wisps that swirled around the smaller wounds on his face, arms and legs. Feliciano sat up and looked at the two men.

"Ve?"


Edited 1/8/21