Hey all, I'm back, happy day after Easter to all of you, allow me to give you a gift, around two thousand six hundred words long before editing. I'll go over a few things in the authors note at the bottom, but without further ado, enjoy chapter three

One hour later.

Shiro sighed in relief as they flew above the monastery gates. He relaxed as he looked at the others, noticing the dragons switching to a well rehearsed circular landing formation that would allow them all to land in the yard at the same time. As they started a circling descent toward the yard he looked towards Seishiro, who was tightly holding the two unconscious boys in his arms.

As soon as they landed, Shiro unstrapped himself and ran over to his children while the time dragon laid down on the ground. He quickly detached them from the saddle and picked up Yukio before passing him to Maruta. Reaching back up, he grabbed Rin whose hair suddenly erupted in small blue flames. They went out quickly, much to Shiro's relief, but it didn't stop him from sharing a grim glance with the others.

Seishiro walked to the monastery with Shiro and Maruta who were carrying the twins. Seishiro opened the door and Shiro sent him a grateful look. "Thank you."

"It's nothing," he replied. "Now, I'm going to help the others get the dragons settled in their stables. Shame we can't let them stay out for awhile."

"It is what it is," Shiro shook his head, stepping through the door. "Maybe one day things will be better for the dragons, but for now we need to focus on keeping them safe and secured."

Maruta glanced back at Shiro while he began the trek up the monastery stairs. "I'm bringing him to their room," he called down to Shiro.

Shiro nodded before following, and Rin shifted sightly, prompting a small smile from Shiro. When he entered, he noticed that Maruta was already pulling the blankets over Yukio. Shiro gently laid Rin down on his own bed without waking him. He looked over to Maruta while motioning to the door with a nod of his head. He wanted to be alone with the children when they awoke.

Maruta nodded solemnly before turning and leaving the room, silently closing the door behind him. Shiro sat down at the foot of Rin's bed, pressing his fingers together while resting his elbows on his knees and his chin on his thumbs. He briefly closed his eyes before reopening them to a colorless world. Looking around, he could see Maruta's aura walking back downstairs. In the beds next to him, Rin and Yukio's auras shone brightly, as they were more vibrant now that their magic was unlocked.

Rin's was mostly still, with various shades of red and some cobalt accents. Yukio's started stirring, the blues and greens pulsating slightly. With a quick blink, Shiro's world returned to normal just as Yukio began to groan. When he noticed the boy clutching his head in pain, Shiro muttered softly, "Yeah, I know. It's one heck of a killer headache, and the light isn't helping much either."

Yukio winced at Shiro's voice, pulling the blanket over his head. Shiro withdrew a flask out of his coat pocket. "I have some water here. It would help with that headache. Would you like some?"

The only response was from Yukio stretching one arm out from under the blanket. The boy made a few grabbing motions toward the priest. "No Yukio, you need to sit up."

Yukio groaned, just curling up tighter under the blanket.

"You know…" Shiro started unscrewing the cap of the flask while ensuring that Yukio could hear it. "I'm starting to get a bit thirsty."

Yukio whined from under the blanket after trying, and failing, to sit up quickly. Shiro stood and gently reached under Yukio's shoulders to pull he boy up. He placed the cold flask in Yukio's hand, who quickly brought it to his mouth before taking a small sip. Seemingly satisfied with the taste, Yukio starting gulping down the water.

When Yukio finished, Shiro took the flask back and placed it on the bedside table. "Do you remember what happened?"

Yukio lied back down, flinging his arms above his head. "I… I remember the clown." Shiro tried to avoid laughing by putting his hand over his mouth. "Then… then I remember seeing red light swirl around me. Then this headache…"

"We are home now. You and Rin both have some kind of fire magic, but we don't know what yet. Don't push yourself right now, but does anything feel different?" Shiro questioned gently.

Yukio shook his head, wincing, "No dad, nothing feels different. Is it supposed to?"

Shiro smiles reassuringly, "No, every magic is different, some you can't use in the first day, some not even in the first week, the magic needs time to develop. The common magics usually develop faster than the less common ones, but some people have a stronger or weaker affinity for magic, which also affects how long it takes."

Yukio hummed thoughtfully before looking over at Rin, who was just starting to shift. "Is he supposed to be sleeping still?"

Shiro gently placed his hand on Yukio's shoulder, "It's not unheard of, but I think I'll wait till your brother wakes up before I explain anything else. Don't want to leave him too far behind right?" Yukio nodded hesitantly and slowly sat back up, placing his hands in his lap and staring at them.

A few minutes later Rin curled up, groaning. "Five more minutes daddy."

Shiro smiles softly, picking up the flask of water. "Drink this Rin. It will help."

Rin groaned, all too like his brother, before sitting up and holding his head with his eyes closed. He blindly reached for the flask, waving his small hands back and forth. Shiro shook his head, leaning forward and placing the flask in his adoptive son's hand while Yukio stared at his brother in shock. Rin placed the mouth of the flask in his own, and threw his head back, draining all the water left before laying back down and curling under the blankets.

"Rin? Come on Rin we need to talk, it's important," Shiro said gently, shaking the boy's shoulder.

Rin whined, "Don' wanna."

"Don't make me get more water Rin," Shiro threatened.

Rin slowly sat up, glaring at Shiro, "What?"

"Do you feel any different Rin? Like a new muscle in your mind, or that you feel stronger? Anything at all?"

Rin yawned, "I dunno. I'm sleepy does that count?"

Shiro smiled softly, shaking his head, "Anyway, Rin are you feeling ok? And Yukio, has the headache passed yet?"

"I feel okay dad."

"It's a lot better, but not gone completely. Could you tell us more about magic now?"

Shiro rolled his eyes, "Sure why not. So, like I told you before, there are Wells of magic, where Ley line intersect. When a person, or a dragons egg goes to it, they can have their magic unlocked. We don't really understand exactly how it works. What we do know though, is that Well magic is completely natural."

"There is a section of DNA, that at one point was completely dormant. When someone goes to the Wells, that section activates, so it has some relation to how our bodies are made. After awhile, we learned how to tell if a person has the potential to become extraordinarily powerful. That's the reason why each generation of exorcists are stronger than the last."

Yukio nodded while Rin had a thoughtful but confused expression. "So… all magic is natural… right?" Rin questioned.

Shiro smiled, "That is both right, and wrong. Well magic is natural, but there are three different origins of magic. There is Well magic, White magic, and Black magic. White and Black are not natural, but also different from each other. White magic, is incredibly incredibly rare as it comes from the gods. "

Shiro's voice grew serious, "Black magic on the other hand, is what demons use, or alternatively, a human using a demon or it's magic. Where as White magic is usually helpful for the humans that use it, Black magic usually comes with a steep cost, such as selling their soul."

"Black magic even under the best of circumstances is incredibly risky, because it's not just what you want. You also have to consider what it is the demon wants. It's best to avoid it entirely, but if you are thinking of giving up your soul, just remember that no matter what, it is never worth it. I don't care if the demon tells you you can save the world with it, it doesn't matter if it is at the cost of your soul."

Both children stared with wide eyes at their adoptive father. Shiro just continued looking at them for a couple moments to make sure they understood how dangerous it is before relaxing and giving them a reassuring smile. "Although not all demons are evil, some are so focused on their own benefit and goals, that they break the traditional demonic mindset. Demons aren't unified, they divide themselves based on their breeds and more importantly, element."

Rin frowned in thought, staring at his lap. "Demons… I mean I know they are real, but… the only ones who can actually see demons are exorcists, why?"

Shiro smiled proudly at the eldest twin, "That, son, is an excellent question. Well, the truth of the matter is that people can see what a demon possesses. A demons' real body is in another dimension, known as Gehenna. We live in Assiah, but not all demons possess objects that are really all that obvious. For example, coal tars are small demons that possess clumps of dust, meanwhile others could possess trees, animals, dead bodies, or even people."

Rin nodded before Yukio raised his hand, "Are demons that possess small things weaker than demons that possess big things?"

Shiro looked surprised at Yukio before smiling just as proudly, "Sometimes, but usually demons that possess living people are strongest, but there are exceptions. Some possess a large amount of small things, like all the fungus in a forest, and then make it grow faster."

Both boys nodded before turning to each other.

Shiro stood up, stretching his back slightly. "What do you two say about taking a break from talking, and try to figure out what kind of magic you two have?"

Both boys squealed in excitement, jumping up and running to their father before hugging his legs and exclaiming, "Yes! Yes! Yes! Thank you daddy!"

Shiro grimaced at the pressure on his legs, "I might already have an idea. You boys have definitely gotten stronger."

They looked up at him and blinked. "Really?"

"Yep," Shiro ruffled their hair, "Let's go show Sylvia eh?"

The boys cheered before running for their bedroom door. Shiro just shook his head, The resilience of youth never ceases to amaze me Syl. We are on our way.'

'About time. I can't communicate with them until I can see them, and you know I've been wanting to speak with them their whole lives.'

Shiro started walking after his surrogate children, shaking his head in amusement 'Yeah, yeah, I know.'

When they arrived at the stables, Rin grabbed the doorknob, and in his excitement pulled before turning the knob, accidently ripping the door open and bending the hinges. Sylvia stared at Rin with wide eyes.

"Well, that confirms it, Rin, you have a warrior magic."

Sylvia snorted, broadcasting, 'I told you all he would, I better get that steak.'

Rin and Yukio jumped, the former over the door and the latter about a foot higher than he used to. Yukio stared at Rin, who was standing stunned. "That… was… so coool!" Yukio said excitedly. Rin looked at how high he jumped then at Shiro.

"This is what you meant isn't it? When you said we were going to need to be careful with other kids? I accidentally broke a door, it would've been worse on a person wouldn't it?"

Shiro nodded, "Yes, that is why you will be staying home for the next few weeks. We will also need to get you some new clothes. From now on, you will need to wear specially made clothing from Nagai Fashion Industries."

Both boys looked at Shiro confusedly, who responded by pointing at Rin's shoes. When the boys glanced down, they noticed that Rin's shoes were half as thick as before. "We don't know how they do it, but Nagai has managed to make extraordinarily durable clothing that is resistant to magic. They claim it to be a trade secret, but they do give it to us half price, and allow us to customize our suits, so we let it slide."

Shiro gently guided his sons in the stable, closing the door as best he can. "Ok boys, there are three main components used to determine how dangerous a mage is in a certain situation. Will, skill, and emotion. Can you boys guess what those mean and do?"

Rin hummed in thought, "Skill is how well you fight, will keeps you in the fight, and emotion makes you stronger?"

Shiro nodded, "Very good, you were very close. Skill is how well you can use your magic, and a little bit of watching your enemy. Will helps you resist the drawbacks of using too much magic, and can help extend the last dregs of your mana reserves. Emotion actually works both ways though, if you are afraid, or lack confidence, your magic will be significantly weaker, but if you are feeling strong feelings on the opposite end, be it love or hate, anger or a need to protect, you can use more magic with less effort."

The boys nodded. "Now boys, try not to be disappointed if you can't, but warrior magic isn't just being faster and stronger, there is an elemental effect as well. I want the two of you to focus, and focus hard, follow your instincts, and try to make something happen. Do what feels natural, imagine someone just ran up and hurt your brother, or me."

Both boys frowned and then Rin bent his knees, and put one foot back, raising his fists, which ignited with blue flames before quickly sputtering out. Rin starts panting, falling to one knee, hands red and covered in sweat.

Shiro frowned while Sylvia rumbled in concern, before kneeling in front of Rin. "I was afraid of this. I was hoping you would take after your mother." He pulled Rin into a hug, and reached an arm out to Yukio, who walked over and joined the group hug. "It looks like I will have to tell you a little about your father after all. Sylvia, do you smell anyone who doesn't know?"

Sylvia lifted her head taking several deep powerful breaths. "No, the other dragons are all upstairs, the other priests with them, and no unknown scents on the property."

"Thank you Syl, now boys, why don't we sit with her?" Shiro stands, barely managing to hold both boys in each arm as he walked to the silvery dragon. He sat down, back to her chest between her front talons, and Sylvia bent her neck so she can lay her head in reach of the boys.

Shiro took a deep breath, looking at the twins who were staring up at him in a mixture of confusion and concern. "Your father… the one whose blood runs through your veins… he hurt a lot of people. He had a magic unlike any seen before. Blue flames."

"Blue flames aren't normal?" Rin asked, "And why would it even matter?"

Shiro looked straight at him and hesitated, before replying, "Because while your element is typically hereditary, specific magic can vary quite easily. A prominent theory is that it is personality based. The exorcists tried their best to cover up what your father did, so we could get away with civilians seeing it, but you still need to try to not let anyone see your flames. A lot of exorcists will think you are like your father… and will want to be sure you don't get the chance to repeat history."

Yukio gasped in horror, while Rin looked confused. "Why? What would they do?"

Shiro looks away, "They will want to kill you Rin. Your father killed many exorcists, many powerful exorcists. Didn't matter who he was up against, or what magic they had, or even what element, his flames burned them all to death."

Yep. I did that. Massive info dump aside(my apologies), I left it off there of all places. If any have any ideas about the names for the dragons of the monastery, please feel free to tell me, I'll need them. There is a water, a fire, an insect, and a time dragon.

Also, good news is that we finally have Rin's whole class filled, the bad news is we still need eleven or twelve teachers. So those who are late to the party, or even those who have submitted Oc's already, worry not there is plenty of room for more. Even more students in other classes, but I'd prefer to focus on the teachers first.

Review responses:

ShadowWolf223, Thank you, even if sometimes it's hard to find the time to write in my busy life, I do look forward to seeing where the story goes too.

Raygha Raikouga, yeah, building the world is my goal, might not be doing the best job at it, but so be it, I'm far from the best writer out there. The rough draft becomes littered with red.