Chapter 11:
"What were you guys talking about? I don't want any of this 'it involves you' crap" Autor demanded standing over Fakir.
"Why do you care?" Fakir asked, lying on his bed with his eyes closed, annoyed.
"You said that it involves me," Autor stopped at the sound of bells signaling that it was three o'clock in the afternoon, "I'm going to practice, don't leave this room." He walked out the door. The moment the door closed there was a flash of red light from under Fakir's bed.
"I was wondering where you were" Fakir said and reached over to his book on his nightstand.
"I couldn't hold that form for much longer," Ahiru said as she struggled to get dressed under Fakir's bed, bumping her head multiple times in the process.
"Are you ok down there?" he asked flipping through the pages of the book.
"I'm fine," she poked her head out from under the bed, "why is he here anyway?"
"They felt that they needed someone to watch over me because there was another sighting of the red headed girl," he looked at Ahiru, who was now sitting on the floor, with a look that said "really? They caught you again?"
"I didn't know the blinds were ope-" there was a flash a light and immediately after that thunder cracked loudly over head, "Quack!" there was a flash of red light and there lay a pile of clothes with a small lump quivering underneath them.
"You're afraid of thunder aren't you?" Fakir asked leaning over the bed. Thunder cracked again and the little duck scampered under the bed. It began to rain lightly, but this didn't last long for the light shower quickly turned into a downpour, with whistling winds pounding the large drops against the window. The windows shook and rattled under the might of the winds, the lock was the only thing keeping them closed.
"I've never seen a storm this powerful," he walked over to the window, "what the?" he was looking up at the sky. Ahiru quickly scampered across the floor and hopped up on the sill. She looked up to the sky and saw dark, swirling clouds over head.
"Qua quack qua quack? (What's with those clouds?)" She had never seen a storm this, much less cloud like this. There was another gust of wind and the window began to rattle violently and started to creak. Fakir swiftly cooped Ahiru in his arms and dove away. The window planes suddenly flew off their hinges and hit Fakir in the square in the back causing the glass to shatter. Fakir landed on his side, clutching Ahiru tightly in agony and then suddenly released his grip. Ahiru wiggled out from his arms and saw that Fakir was passed out and that there were bloody shards of glass covering the floor.
"Quack! (Fakir!)" She turned back into a human and shoved the wardrobe in front of the broken window to keep the wind and rain out also to keep people from seeing her. She then grabbed her dress and she was going to use it to clear away some of the broken glass near Fakir's back. When she went to clear the glass what she saw horrified her; there was a large pool of blood streaming from his back, his shirt was tattered and bloody. But what horrified her the most was the there was a shard of glass slashing at his back. She grabbed it and forced it into a drawer in the wardrobe. She could hear it bash it elf around in order to escape. She put fakir's night stand in front of the drawer to make sure it stayed in the drawer.
She then cleared the area around him of the glass shards. And half carried, half walked him to his bed and set him on it. She removed his blazer and unbuttoned hi shirt revealing the familiar birthmark that showed that he was the knight from the story "The Prince and the Raven." She gently rolled him over and peeled off his blood-stained shirt she took a handkerchief from his bed stand and dipped it in the water in the jug on the nightstand. She cleaned the blood off his back. She suddenly collapsed to her knees when she saw what was hidden underneath the blood. There was a pentagram engraved into his back.