Dorian's towering form flickered as he reappeared in Dreadmoor Hollow. As usual, he did not bother announcing his presence.
He always came and went as he pleased, and this time would be no different. But this time, a deep frown marred his strong features.
Three weeks.
He had spent three weeks searching the entire kingdom for the boy called Elion, and he had found nothing!
The thing he hated most about this fruitless endeavour was not the wasted time, nor the humiliation of failing to find a single academy student.
It was the fact that he had let down his brother. Coming back empty-handed like this left a sour taste in his mouth.
Dorian grit his teeth.
"Where could the boy have gone?" he muttered in a low hiss. It was almost as if Elion had vanished into thin air.
And considering how those he had questioned described his disappearance, perhaps he really had.
