Xaloc was unhappy, very unhappy.
He was late today. Today of all days.
Today was Jamal's sword lesson and he was meant to assist his class and yet Xaloc had come late today. As for the reason, he had been so fashionably late, it all had to do with puberty.
His puberty was late but it was finally here, triggered by this instructor of his. After a set of uncontrollable, unexpected and unplanned dreams, Xaloc had woken up thirty minutes after breakfast.
One would think that being someone whose domain involved the control of dreams and dreamscapes, he would have reasonable control over his but it was not so.
He had jumped into the bathroom and had the fastest bath that he had in his life. After throwing his clothes on, he had jogged to the classroom.
If it was the former Class three, he would already be there within ten minutes but the Class one was closer to the library and he ended up staying an extra ten minutes.
