"Master Hanry, how are you?"
The man with a gash running across his entire face stepped onto the hull of the spirit skiff with one foot, while the other remained on the grounds of the Green Shadow Academy.
"I am well, my Lord! I am well, but why were we boarded onto this skiff!"
Before answering, the Master turned around; eleven youths, their faces ashen, were looking at him.
"You are departing from here!"
"My Lord!"
"This is not open for discussion! In your lives henceforth, you shall speak neither of the Green Shadow Academy, nor of what has transpired, nor of having known someone named Mel.
Forget it all; let your lives begin anew the moment you disembark the spirit skiff. This will be what is best for you!"
When the man in the green robe withdrew his foot from the plank, the Spirit Skiff set into motion, advancing toward the unknown with the twelve people inside.
