Hey Yo! NerdRyuu here for the second chapter of Udan's Legends! I don't have much to add here in the beginning, so let's straight to the meat!

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own The Loud House characters.

Lincoln awkwardly held onto Lynn's waist while she rode her horse back to Mireworth, Her saddle had space just for one, so he had to. They started their travel as soon as the sun dawned.

He firmly and gently held her waist, looking away to the green flat lands, blushing slightly. Lynn also blushed, but kept her attention on the dirt road in front of her.

"So…" Lynn started, trying to make small talk. "Officially a wizard huh?" Lincoln giggled embarrassed.

"A Junior wizard, but yes…" Linc said with humbleness.

"And… What it takes to you get promoted?" Lynn asked.

"The deepening of my knowledge on the schools of magic. And… Well, prove myself." Lincoln explained.

"Oh… And how much time it takes?" Lynn questioned.

"Marlin said that the estimated time for each rank is 10 years" The young wizard responded.

"10 YEARS!?" Lynn exclaimed surprised, startling the horse for a second before regaining the control again. "By the Goddesses! This sounds discouraging!" Lincoln laughed.

"A little, not gonna lie, but I see it more like a challenge!" Linc spoke with a smile, now was Lynn the one to laugh.

"Now, that's what I like to hear!" They both laughed. After they stopped, they remained in silence for some time, before Lynn remembered. "Clyde still talks to you?" She asked.

"We exchange letters, but I don't see him for as long as you." Lincoln said.

"Hehe, He's still the bookworm as always. Every time I see , he's on Mirecrest's library." Lynn spoke, rolling her eyes. "But now that we're grown ups, I can't just force him out the library and do fun things." Linc snorted.

"You're still just 15, and if I remember correctly, your definition of 'fun things' were quite painful for us." Linc spoke, jokingly. Lynn slapped his hand with a fake scowl, but laughed right after.

"Oh, we're here." Lynn spoke, and Lincoln looked over her shoulder, and saw the grand walls of the city of Mireworth. They were tall and old, had saw dozens of conflicts, immortalized by cracks and flaws on the concrete and behind those walls, a tight constructed city, with tight roads and paths with tall constructions that obscured the sun, but somehow, keeping the cozy and home feel if that place, with kids running down the paths, laughing and playing, with merchants behind their booths, shouting offers and selling their goods, people laughing and talking sitting on corners and benches, and some bards, making the by passerby a little more happier.

Lincoln smiled, as he got down the horse as Lynn took the horse to the stables right outside the main gates.

Lynn conducted the friend to the main gate and were stopped by a guard.

"Halt, state your business!" He said in a serious tone.

"Seriously Liam? You know who am I." She said, crossing her arms. "Your captain."

"Sorry Cap, I was just joking… And also, you know that it's the standard procedure." Liam the guard spoke, lifting his helmet up, revealing a missing teeth on his smile and freckles on his face.

"Yeah, yeah, procedure, I am Captain Lynn Griffinheart, reporting for my patrol, this is Lincoln Snowtop, I've take him as witness of the dragon attack at Royal Wood." Lynn spoke with a surprisingly professional tone.

"Lincoln? Is that you? Holy cow, I didn't recognized yo- Wait did you say dragon attack?!" Liam asked as he realized what he heard. "So the messenger was telling the truth?!" Lynn sighed and nodded.

"Come on, enter, the Jarl needs to hear this by your own mouth!" Liam said, putting his helmet down and opening the gate for them. Lynn made a approving nod and walked in, being accompanied by Lincoln, who made a smile and a nod to Liam, he also made a nod for the young wizard.

"It's been so long." Lincoln said looking around the houses and buildings of Mireworth as they walked down the main road.

"Yeah, remember when I convinced you and Clyde to run down the road on the board cart?" Lynn said giggling. Lincoln laughed.

"We smashed face first on Mrs. Grouse's house!" Lincoln reminisced with a smile. "I still have my teeth chipped!" He pointed to his chipped buck teeth. "Also… how's Polly?" Lynn pursed her lips for a second.

"Polly… leaved the army…" Lincoln noticed the somber tone in her voice. Polly Payne, nicknamed Polly Pain, was a friend of them when younger, specially Lynn's. When Lincoln moved to Royal Wood, he heard stories of how Lynn, Polly and Margo quickly became the youngest soldiers to become knights. He also heard that Margo got the title of Thane due her impressive skills in combat, Lynn became captain, but he hadn't heard nothing more of Polly.

"I see…" Lincoln spoke. "He he… Remember when Liam and Polly tried to prank your father? They almost got themselves killed."

"Pops still wishes for Liam to slip up on duty so he can fire him."

They laughed at the memory as they arrived on the center park, where kids played around the fountain. "It didn't changed nothing." Lincoln said. Lynn snorted.

"Although the Jarl isn't stingy, the treasurer sure is." She explained. Lincoln looked over to the nicely temple painted in several tones of red.

"Lady Thania's temple is well kept at least." Lincoln said, observing the temple of the worshippers of Thania, the goddess of combat and endeavor.

"Yeah, but it's kept by the donation of the worshippers, not by the Jarl." Lynn said, as she resumed walking. Lincoln kept looking at the temple for a second before resuming accompanying Lynn.

They walked up the steps for the Mirecrest fort, the residence of the Jarl and biggest construction of Mireworth.

"Mirecrest." Lincoln said. With a nostalgic smile. They walked up to the luxurious red painted door and the guard that took care of the entrance made a bow to Lynn and opened the door, allowing the two enter.

The only thing that changed at the main hall were the big banners above the two long dining tables, put in parallel at each other, forming a corridor to a big chair, adorned with golden bolts and jewels.

Those tables were exclusive for the Thanes of the court.

Thane is a title of nobility, given by the Jarl. Thanes are often the members of the court, high ranking military members, or just people the Jarl likes. Having the title of Thane is one of the greatest honors someone can receive from a Jarl.

As Lynn and Lincoln walked down the hall, they saw the Jarl, Harold McBride IV. The burly man sat on his throne with a concerned look, listening to what a messenger had to announce. By his side, Thane Howard McBride, husband of the Jarl, and General Tullius also listened, the later with his arms crossed and a incredulous look.

"That's all my Jarl." The Messenger spoke, browning again and turning around.

"That's an absurd!" Tullius said annoyed. "Dragon attacks? That's ludicrous! Dragons have been peaceful for more than 1000 years, and even before the Legendary War of Udan they were peaceful creatures!"

"Calm down Tullius, the messenger is just relaying the message." Howard spoke.

"Hey, Jarl!" Lynn called as the two walked up to them. Harold smiled at Lynn.

"Good morning Captain Lynn Griffinheart." Harold spoke with a gentle smile, emphasizing the captain with proudness. Lynn made a side smile.

"Lynn, be more respectful when speaking to the Jarl!" The general spoke outraged.

"Oh Tullius, it's fine, her straightforward attitude it's what makes me like her so much!" Jarl Harold spoke smiling.

"Oh, and hey dad, hey Thane Howard." Lynn greeted the other two. "I'm here to report my patrol this night."

"Is it true?" The Jarl asked concerned. "The attack on Royal Wood?"

"By a dragon?" Howard completed. Lynn nodded.

"Yes my Jarl. I saw with my own eyes, and I and my men fought off the dragon." Lynn said with a serious tone.

"Oh my…" The Jarl spoke raising his hand to his mouth.

"And you killed it, I'm sure." Tullius spoke, making a proud smile. Lynn sighed and shaked her hand.

"No dad. Actually, if it wasn't Lincoln here, I'm sure we all would be dead." She gestured to Lincoln, who stepped forward and made a bow to the Jarl.

"Lincoln?" The Jarl repeated surprised. "By the grace of Thania! You're so big! Come on, give Uncle Harold a hug!" The Jarl stood up and opened his arms. Lincoln smiled and hugged the Jarl as requested, feeling awkward to hug someone he didn't saw for so long. But he was a old friend and he was the Jarl, so refusing it would be rude.

"It's good to see you my Jarl." Lincoln said as they released each other.

"Oh please, you can call me just Mr. McBride!" Harold continued before Howard cleared his throat, grabbing Lincoln's attention.

"Oh, Thane Howard, it's also good to see you!" The boy spoke with a smile. The Thane waved with a smile.

"It's good to see you so well." He said.

"Excuse me." Tullius spoke up. "But we still have important things to discuss! Snowtop, explain why my daughter brought you here."

"Lynn is right. A dragon attackked ur village during the night. My master, Marlin The Foul tried to calm the dragon down, and for a moment, he was succeeding. Until Lynn's men attacked, what made the dragon get angry… I had to intervene and scare it away." Lincoln explained.

"I see…" The Jarl spoke, before Tullius interrupted.

"That's ridiculous, how someone like you could scare it away?" Tullius spoke arrogantly.

"Dad, he's speaking the truth." Lynn stood up for Lincoln. "And he's here not because he was able to scare it away, but how!"

"How?" Harold repeated.

"He spat fire on the dragon." Lynn said. Tullius stood in silence.

"How this is any special?" Tullius asked finally.

"It's never been heard before in a millennia!" A female voice came from behind them, catching their attention.

They turned and saw a short young woman with dark skin, black hair tied into a bun. She wore dark purple robes, adorned with golden details and a pair o green glasses, that matches with her earrings.

Lincoln recognized immediately her attire as the robes the sages of Windholm used.

"Oh, Michelle." The Jarl spoke with a smile. "As the sage of Windholm of my court, you can shed a light on this, can you?" The sage snorted and adjusted her glasses.

"Yes my Jarl, excuse me, but I heard the whole conversation." She walked up to the five and turned to Lincoln. "You're Lincoln Snowtop, the young wizard Marlin told me about."

"You mnow me?" Lincoln question surprised and excited to know that a sage of Windholm knew about him. The sage laughed at Lincoln's enthusiasm.

"Yes, I know you. And I am Michelle Moss, the sage of Windholm appointed to Eriol's court." Michelle introduced herself.

"So Michelle." Howard spoke up. "Can you explain what's happening?" Michelle nodded and turned to Lincoln.

"Before anything, Lincoln, did you for any reason heard the dragon speaking?" She asked, confusing the others present, but Lincoln nodded and spoke.

"I heard he speaking this word before spitting fire. For some reason, I understood what it meant. Fire. And when I decided to help, I felt the impulse to repeat the word. And then fire spurted from my throat, like if I had realized a high level spell." He explained surprising the others, save from Lynn that heard that before.

"I see." Michelle spoke. "It is what I thought. Lincoln… You understood the dragon speaking their speech. The Dragon's speech! It cannot be learned, it cannot be spoken by human's mouth." She explained, receiving a nod of acknowledge from Lincoln and confused looks from the others.

"Yes, this much I know." Lincoln spoke. "The dragon's speech is as old as is powerful, it's the magic in it's most raw, but the only people that could learn them were extinct since- wait…" Lincoln realized what she was going with. "Don't tell me that…" Michelle nodded. The others present were as confused as a dog in front of a mirror.

"Yes Lincoln. There's enough evidence to say for sure, that you are a Dragon-Tongue." Lincoln looked down in awe, but they saying that Lincoln was a 'Dragon-Tongue' didn't helped them to understand what was happening.

"Huh, excuse me, What is a Dragon-Tongue?" The Jarl asked politely. The sage nodded and spoke.

"Before the Legendary War of Udan, before the dragons exiled themselves, some people could learn and speak the language of the dragons, speak with them in their native speech. These people helped bridge the relationship between the dragons and the other races of Udan. These people became known as Dragon-Tongues." Michelle explained, receiving nods of acknowledgement from Harold, Howard, Tullius and Lynn.

"But after the Legendary War, when the dragons exiled themselves, Dragon-Tongues disappeared." Lincoln concluded.

"Wait." Lynn spoke up. "If these Dragon-Tongues disappeared for a millennia, how can Lincoln be one?"

"Yeah, how?" Lincoln asked. Michelle shaked her head in defeat.

"Your guess is as good as mine dear." She spoke. "I wonder…" She continued. "If your awakening as a Dragon-Tongue is linked with the unusual occurrences…" This raised red flags over the heads of the others present.

"Excuse me, Michelle." Howard spoke up. "Occurrences? Plural?"

"Yes." Michelle spoke serious. "I received from the other Windwolm sages the news that unusual, if not catastrophic events are happening all over the provinces of Udan. Dragon attacks, not only here, but in several other villages, sicknessess, unrelenting storms, once peaceful creatures now attacking, the dead being raised mysteriously, people vanishing, deaths... I never saw Udan in such chaos…"

"What can we do?" Lincoln asked.

"About the other regions I don't know, and don't care." Tullius spoke first. "My Jarl, we need to start planning our defenses before Eriol get's a bigger curse! We've been lucky that for now, we had just a single dragon attack, we need to fortify the walls, enforce the defenses on the villages and close off the borders to the other regions!"

"What!?" The Jarl exclaimed in shock. "Tullius, closing our borders is closing our arms for help. From both sides." The Jarl spoke with his still unheard leader voice.

Tullius pursed his lips for a second, like he was going to argue, but he bowed and spoke. "Yes my Jarl."

Lincoln looked down and reflected at the situation. He was a Dragon-Tongue, several bad things mysteriously happening on Udan. Something is wrong.

The Jarl sighed. "Lincoln dear, wouldn't you like to see Clyde?" He question, grabbing the young wizard's attention.

"Huh? Clyde... Yes. I would." He said. The Jarl smiled.

"Wonderful, so, while we adults plan what to do next, you and Lynn can go meet him!" He spoke with a warm smile.

"Hey!" Lynn spoke, visibly offended. "I am the Captain! I'm not a child!"

"Lynn!" Tullius spoke sternly to his daughter. "This is a crisis far beyond the responsibility of you as a captain." Lynn grumbled and crossed her arms.

"Come Stinkoln. Clyde's probably on the library." She spoke tugging Lincoln by his robes.

"Oh, Lincoln." Michelle called before the two youngsters leaved the hall. The boy looked back to the sage.

"Later, please, meet me on my office. I want to speak with you personally." The boy nodded as Lynn continued to pull him away.

Lincoln and Lynn walked down a small hall of Mirecrest until stopping on a door and Lynn pushed open.

The library was big, although the cheer amount of shelves and books, disorganized, laying on the ground made it feel smaller than a small closet. The lack of windows didn't helped with the claustrophobic feel the room gave off. The room was lit just by some small candles placed on the desks and shelves, that were major fire hazards I side a out closed off library. The lights of the candles made the entire library have various shades of yellows and oranges.

Almost buried on the books, they saw a young man, with the same age as Lincoln, he wore old round glasses, and fine clothes, covered with the books' dust. He also wore a pair of golden earrings, matching with his pendants and collars, and in his hands, several rings adorned with rubies, sapphires and other jewels.

The young man looked back upon hearing them entering and opened a big smile.

"Lincoln!" He spoke getting up from the desk, accidentally toppling over a pile of books, but just ignored it and hugged Lincoln.

"Clyde!" The white haired boy greeted back. "It's good to see you personally again!" He said.

"Yes! I'm still waiting for your turn to mail!" He said with a smile. Lincoln laughed.

"Sorry, but things happened, you see-"

"Yeah, I heard, a dragon attack!? How did you managed to survive? Both of you?" He questioned concerned.

"Well…" Lincoln scratched the back of his head, trying to figure out what to say first.

"By Maja's grace!" Clyde exclaimed. "I don't even know what's more crazy, a dragon attack, chaos around all over Udan, or the fact that you are a Dragon-Tongue!" He said, sitting down by the desk.

"Yeah, all this is crazy." Lynn said sitting on a pile of books. "The Kingdom is ending and the elders want us to stay here and read our asses off."

"Lynn, reading isn't so bad." Clyde spoke, scratching her nose. "And besides, what can we do?"

"Well, anything is better than nothing!" Lynn spoke, standing up. Clyde hummed, looking at the flames of the candle in deep thoughts.

"Well, Yound is our neighboring region, and it has a strong army, if we establish a alliance with them, we may have a way to protect both our people in case of a greater threat." Clyde suggested.

"What!? Yound? Never in hell!" Lynn said angrily. Yound and Eriol have been in a silent tension for years now. Since the Yound's attack on Mireworth, nearly a decade ago. The raid was a bloodshed from both sides. People wondered why the Jarl of Yound ordered such a suicidal raid. It was so bad that even the son of the Jarl, that was the general of the army ended dying. The former Jarl of Eriol also died after the raid due his injuries.

"Lynn this may be the perfect chance to discover the real reason the Jarl attacked us! And maybe, amend the ties between the two regions!" Clyde argued.

Lynn groaned and tapped her foot on the ground furiously, she tended to do that to calm herself.

"Lynn, we need to use our heads if we want to protect Eriol." Lincoln spoke, placing his hand on her shoulder. The girl sighed.

"Fine. Fine. But I'll tell you two, Yound is not to be trusted!" She spoke.

"Should we speak with my dads then?" Clyde asked. Lynn rolled her eyes and nodded, with Lincoln.

The three walked back to the main hall, seeing the Jarl, Howard, Tullius and Michelle, speaking. They stopped when the three approached, and looked surprised by them coming back to speak.

"Dads, me, Lynn and Lincoln had a idea to protect Eriol! And to end the feud between us and Yound!" Clyde said.

"What!?" the three men shouted, but Tullius was the one most shocked.

"Have you gone mental!?" Tullius shouted, only to immediately receive angry looks from Clyde and his dads. "Sorry."

"Clyde, please, explain." Howard asked, and as Clyde started speaking, Michelle pulled Lincoln and pointed to a side room, her office.

Lincoln accompanied the sage there, and couldn't stop himself from being a little disappointed to see that it was a very plain looking office, with a desk, with a open book on it, some scrolls on the shelves. Well, against a wall, there was a giant mirror with golden details.

He gulped. That, was a Windholm mirror, every sage of Windholm had one. They used to communicate to each other and to the Arch-Mage himself.

"Please, take a seat Mr. Snowtop." Michelle spoke, as they both sat on opposite sides of the table.

"So…" Lincoln spoke. "About the Dragon-Tongue thing…"

"Lincoln. You intend to be the Arch-Mage in the future. Am I right?" Michelle spoke, adjusting her glasses. Lincoln nodded.

"Yes ma'am. I want to be the Arch-Mage. Not because the status or the power, don't mistake me! I want… to prevent any war to happen in the future…" Lincoln looked down. "You see ma'am… I lost my father in the raid of Mireworth… After that… my grandfather, that was the general at the time… Made a early retirement to help my mom take care of me in Royal Wood..."

"I understand." Michelle spoke with a sigh. "To be the Arch-Mage, one needs to master all the schools of magic, and make a great contribution to the world of magic. I assume that you already know this." She asked. Lincoln nodded.

"My master, Marlin the Foul, taught me the basics." Lincoln explained.

"Marlin… he's and odd mage. In the past he rejected the offer of the Sages of Windholm of becoming one of us." Michelle spoke, catching Lincoln by surprise.

"Seriously? He never told me that." He said.

"Marlin didn't accepted and refused to elaborate. He's a odd one, He was as old in the past as he is now. And for some reason he doesn't really like the order. Did he said the reason to you." Lincoln shaked his head.

"The townsfolk call him a lunatic, alas, the nickname." Lincoln explained. "No one knows who exactly he is or where'd he came from, and… Nothing to be honest. My family was surprised when he accepted to mentor me, even after I made it clear that I wanted to be a Sage." Lincoln spoke, with a little nostalgic tone.

Lincoln tapped lightly the table, looking over to the mirror. "I… I wonder why he assumed me to be ready… I can barely cast a minor destruction spell, and my best spell is a minor restoration spell! He taught me the theory of magic schools, Destruction, Restoration, Alteration, Illusion, Conjuration, Protection, Incantation and Alchemy I learned working in the apothecary with my mom, but Spells? Magic applied? Almost nothing!" Michelle nodded along he spoke.

"I see… He didn't taught nothing about the schools of Divination, Manipulation and Reanimation?" She asked. Lincoln shaked his head.

"No." He clarified. "He called these The Banned Three, and prohibited me from going after them. He said that Divination is a school so complex that even the Arch-Mage has difficult in using it, it would be just a waste of time teaching me… and the other two… he said that were some of the darkest magic that exists…"

"And he's right." Michelle spoke. "Manipulation and Reanimation are magic schools prohibited to both learn and teach. The school of Manipulation teaches how invade and control the mind of people, and the School of Reanimation… are crimes against nature… Even the Arch-Mage isn't allowed to learn about them."

"I agree." Lincoln said. "I will never learn these schools!" Michelle adjusted her glasses once again.

"And I don't need to say anything about necromancy, do I?" She spoke with a somber tone. Lincoln chilled. Different from the common misinformation, Reanimation and Necromancy are different things and…

Lincoln's core shook thinking about the ramifications of what Necromancy entailed. His beliefs on Maja made them even worse.

He just shook his head. Marlin had made a good job in implanting not only a fear, but a aversion to the mere thought or Necromancy.

"I have a little request to you Lincoln." She spoke. Lincoln tilted his head.

"Request?" He repeated. Michelle nodded.

"The Arch-Mage needs to know the resurgence of a Dragon-Tongue. My mirror isn't working for a unknown reason." She pointed to the Mirror behind her. "And who's better to receive the news than the Dragon-Tongue himself?" Lincoln trembled.

"Are asking me to travel to the Windholm mountain and have a audience with the Arch-Mage himself!?" He questioned surprised. Michelle nodded. "I-I, I don't know what to say… I… I don't know!"

"I'll go with you." Lincoln looked back to see Lynn standing by the door with her arms crossed.

"What?" He spoke. "But…"

"Look Stinkoln, if you think you'll go into a dangerous journey alone, you're crazy." She said, putting her hands on her hips. "The Jarl has tasked me to accompany Clyde on his crazy expedition to Yound. You can tag along with us, and then, we can go on your crazy expedition."

"But Lynn… your father, is he going to allow you?"

"Oh, of course yes."

"Of course NOT!" Tullius Spoke angrily. Lynn and Lincoln had announced the quest given by Michelle to the general, the Jarl and Clyde.

"Dad, this is important!" Lynn argued.

"You are a captain of the guards! You have responsibilities! You can't just get on a frivolous journey with your little friends!"

"Well, if so…" Lynn looked down. She thought what to say next. And pondered if this was the best thing to do. "Then… I renounce my title as Captain of the guards!"

Lincoln, Clyde and Tullius stepped back surprised. Lincoln was the first to speak up.

"Lynn, please, think about it." He spoke.

"You can't do this!" Tullius spoke, his voice was breaking a little. "You just got promoted as Captain! Nobody can replace you!"

"Well, my Jarl." Lynn spoke turning to Harold. "If you allow me to suggest a replacement, Thane Margo Downforth had been my partner as a soldier since I enlisted. We trained daily and fought dozens of fights side by side. She's my friend and I trust her to be my replacement." Jarl Harold placed his finger on his chin.

"Yes, Downforth is indeed a hardworking soldier. She may be your temporary replacement while you go on you journey with my son and Lincoln." He spoke. Lynn smiled then bowed.

"Thanks Jarl!" She spoke.

"Very well." The Jarl spoke. "Tomorrow you three will start your travel to Yound. For now, we need to lunch."

That night, Lincoln was sitting on the bed on the guestroom the Jarl gave him for the night. He was reading the book Michelle gave him during lunch.

It was a old tome, a magic tome that taught basic applied magic, spells. The Sage suggest him to study the Bounded Spiritual Horse Summoning Spell. It was a rather advanced Conjuration spell that, as the name suggested, summoned a Bounded Spiritual Horse.

Bounding is a basic concept in the Conjuration School. A Bounded summon will obey to whoever it's bounded with. Normally the conjurer. Bounding and unbounding are some of the most basic spells of Conjuration. Before Lincoln could learn any bound summon spell, he should learn these spells.

But fortunately, Lincoln wasn't finding difficult these spells. But, unbeknownst to him.

His eyes were Yellowish Orange, With symmetrical patterns on it's pupils. The patterns rotated while he read the lines of the book.

He was not only reading the lines. He was memorizing it. Just hovering his eyes over the figures, were enough to imprint them into his brain. It was like he was devouring the book with his eyes.

But Lincoln didn't noticed it. He never did. He always was like that. He always learned fast. He wondered if he could learn these spells as fast as he learned how to brew a anti-poison from his mother.

Lincoln blinked and closed the book. His eyes were back to his usual Sapphire blue. Okay, he was going to try the Bound Spiritual Horse Summoning Spell.

The guestroom was big enough for the summoning, and if he needed, he also gave a look on the unsummon spell.

He raised his hand and mentalized his objective. He waved his hand up and down lightly up and down and whispered the words in ancient speech. His hand glowed purple, and in the ground of the room, a round purple seal glowed with ancient runes and a horse with deep purple fur raised from the ground with glowing purple eyes raised from the seal before it disappeared.

The horse then started moving. It looked at him and buffed. Lincoln looked at the Spirit Horse and laughed.

He did! He made a successful summon! He knew that he could do good if he was given chance!

"Okay, go back now!" He spoke, raising his hand to the horse and whispering the words to unsummon. The horse neighed and disappeared in the same way it appeared.

Lincoln put the book on the table in the side of the bed and finally went to sleep. He really needed.

N/A: I don't have much to say, well, that won't spoil anything.

I had to make a few rewrites once I finished chapter 3 so that information wouldn't conflict with future things, and I hope that won't forget something I write and contradict myself in the future, my memory is not that great.

Next chapter is coming as soon as I finish chaoter 4, I you want to ask anything, has any questions, or just want to say something, go ahead, I'll try to respond everyone in the next chapter, I also appreciate the feedback you give, but don't feel obligated to nothing, I'm happy just to have you reading.

Until next time, I hope you have a good time, be good.

Bye.