Five days after Priscilla's book was burned, Alan had caught a cold. Stuck in the house, Alan wrapped himself around a towel and watched the news. "Five days ago, after the First Bank on Central Street was robbed, and a news chopper of ours went down. Two of our newscasters are in the hospital. Please, give them your best wishes. Also, Third Street to Clinton Turnpike will be closed for renovations, so please use an alternate route." The newscaster announced.
"If only they knew, right, Jay?" Alan said. Jay was flipping through the spell book. Two spells… how were they going to survive against the other Mamodo that grew stronger by the day?
"You okay?" Alan asked, a bit concerned.
"I'm fine, it's you you should be worried about." Jay said nonchalantly.
"What do you mean by that?" Alan asked, a tinge of bitterness in his tone.
"That other Mamodo. She had three spells, at least. We only have two. That one spell could've made or broke that fight. If it weren't for that stroke of luck, I think it would've been you eliminated from this competition." Jay said, putting down the book.
"So do you want to train?" Alan asked. He sneezed afterward.
"Your sick right now, so lets train when you're healthy again." Jay said, smiling warmly. Alan smiled back, and then put his head down.
"Do you think we'll make any friends?" Alan asked.
"You mean, like, Mamodo allies? I'm not sure. But, I think you've convinced me that there are good Mamodo, so I wouldn't doubt it." Jay reassured. Alan smiled back again, and then sneezed. The microwave beeped.
"I think that's your soup," Jay said, getting up. He came back with a bowl of chicken noodle soup. Alan took it.
"Thanks," He said, eating the noodles and chicken and drinking the broth in a single gulp. Jay sweatdropped, taking the bowl and putting another can into the bowl, and putting it in the microwave again.
"So, can you tell me anything about the Mamodo world?" Jay asked, trying to create some small talk.
"Not too different from this place, only they don't have those sugar balls for breakfast, that flavored sugar water, nor do we have the talking box," Alan said.
"But I'm getting used to it, bit by bit." Alan smiled, sneezing again. The microwave beeped again.
"Yeah, and we don't have the cooking box either," Alan pointed out.
"You mean you don't have cereal, soda, TV, and microwaves in the Mamodo world. Can you tell me what you do have?" Jay asked, getting the soup and a spoon.
"And, by the way, Humans don't gulp down soup, they take it a spoonful at a time." Jay said, holding the out the spoon.
"Thanks for the tip." Alan said, taking the spoon. He took the spoon, and quickly spooned the soup into his mouth. When he was finished, there was broth all over the place. Alan smiled.
"That better?" Alan asked. Jay sweatdropped.
"Uhuh." Jay nodded.
"Well, like I said, we have berries and fish, we cook over an open fire, and at school we harness our Mamodo powers." Alan said, giving the bowl back to Jay. The TV chimed in with a news announcement.
"We advise you to stay away from Goldman Park. We don't know what it is, but we have this footage:" The newscaster said, cutting to a clip. There was an owl and a French man, facing a giant eyeball and a teenager, just a little bit younger than Jay. They yelled out something, and lasers shot out of both their eyes. The laser redirected towards the camera, and the screen went black. A few seconds later, the newscaster reappeared.
"This is real, so I advise that you stay away from the park." The newscaster said. Jay turned off the TV.
"Think you could get over that cold long enough to fight?" Jay asked Alan. Alan smiled, giving him a thumbs up. He sneezed again.
"Than lets go! We've got some books to burn!" Jay said, running out of the house to his bike.
(End Of Chapter 3: 99 Mamodo left)