Once Darius and the others made it back to the college, he let the people of the caravan that took them back know of the bandit camp, and the supplies that were left there. When he was told that they couldn't take everything, he moved the perishables back into the cave. He asked that they find the Caravan Master and give him some of the supplies and a request to keep the details of the mission they had with him neutral. Hopefully, that would appease the Caravan Master enough to prevent him from giving the college a bad reputation. With that out of the way, Darius made his way towards the gym.
A lot of things went wrong with the mission and there was little that he could do about it. Granted, he could go find the half-elf and try to beat some sense into her. Not that it would change anything. Alaira seemed to be unable to learn. So instead of trying to teach the unteachable, Darius needed a different kind of catharsis. He needed to figure out how to use his abilities. Gaining strength and speed is useful, but being able to control the air without having to be angry to do it is even more-so. Now is as good a time as any.
”I'm telling you, I'm not a vampire!" Leith pleaded. The man behind him laughed. "As if we'd believe you. Ain't that right, Hughs? Of course it is." The man named Hughs mumbled something indiscernible to the left of Leith. ”But I'm walking outside in the sunlight and I'm not getting burned."
"You could've just fed." The man pushed Leith into a clearing, causing him to stumble and fall. With his hands bound behind his back, he fell face first into a puddle. The man pulled him up and led him to a lone stake in the center of the clearing with a pile of wood laying at its base. "Besides, you're not the first vampire we've dealt with." He gestured to the stake. "We spied you a while back, so we prepared for you." He tied Leith to the stake, backhanding him when he struggled.
"Have you got the torch ready yet?" The man called to his friend. Hughs walked into sight carrying a lit torch in his hand. Hughs looked from Leith to the torch, to the man, biting his cheek as he did so. "Well come on, give it here!" the man said before snatching the torch out of Hughs' hand.
”Please, you've got to believe me, I'm not a vampire."
"That's what they all say, kid. I didn't believe them, and I don't believe you. Besides, we're doing our bit for Eania. The only good vampire is a dead one, neh?"
Leith struggled against his bindings. There had to be a way that he could get out. Maybe he could manipulate water to douse the torch, but he couldn't see any. He could feel it, though. He tried reaching for it but he couldn't figure out what to do. He had exhausted all of his options, so he slumped against the ropes. He was going to die. It was plain and simple. He was going to die just like the others this man talked about.
The man chuckled "I see you've finally realized it. Do you have any last words?"
And just like that it clicked.
How many had these men killed? How many innocent lives were put to the flame. These men would continue to kill those they thought were vampires. They needed to be stopped. Anger bubbled inside Leith. They were so willing to kill another. He heard the men gasp in surprise. He looked around. It seemed the in a small circle around him, small droplets of water were hovering in the air. Leith looked at the man that was holding the torch. ”I do not because I am not going to die. You, however, are another matter. Do you have any last words."
The droplets of water fell to the ground and the man with the torch took a few steps backwards. "What the fu-" A red mist obscured Leith's vision as the man's voice stopped mid-sentence. There was the sound of a body falling to the ground, and Leith could feel himself losing consciousness.
Crack!
Leith jerked awake. His heart was almost beating out of his chest and he was hyperventilating. He had had the nightmare again. This one, however, was different. Usually, the buzzing would wake him up before the end, but without the buzzing, the dream had finished. It was unsettling, but it was just a dream. He was certain of that. He frowned as he wondered what the loud crack was from. It wasn't until he looked at the table that he realized that he had ended up gripping the side of it and broke a piece off in his hand. He looked around and set the broken piece on the table before he stood up and left the dining hall.
He made it to his room, cleaned himself off, and changed into some clean clothes. He paused before he left the room. He placed his hand on the rune and a mirror popped up. He hesitated before walking into view. He whistled at the new scar that decorated his face. It was a jagged line that ran from his right cheek to his ear. With a sigh, Leith left his room and wandered around the college. It was nice to be back. 
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