Nightburn: A Fictional Narrative

“Yes, my lord. I’ll inform General Zhousbek immediately. Good day, Lord Nightburn.” Professor Kinnock stood up, bowed and walked out of the dilapidated building with Nightburn close behind but when he stepped out of the doorway, the Professor was no where to be found. Bemused, he thought to himself that this Professor was a most intriguing individual and there was more to him than was apparent by one’s first impression. Returning to the area where he had first stepped foot into Milorien, he then remembered what his father had written regarding the portal at the manor. He would have to create his own portal to return so in an effort to clear his mind to focus, he continued walking, creating a picture of the courtyard in his mind and as the picture grew clearer, a bright green aura engulfed him. His next step was into the courtyard of the manor.
She quickly apologized but he acknowledged that it was as much his fault for their abrupt encounter. Sara was somewhat perplexed by Nightburn’s entry into the manor since she thought him still in his room, yet, here he was coming in from the courtyard and curious, she asked. “Where have you been this fine morning, my lord?”
“I have been out for a long brisk walk, feeling the need for fresh air to help clear my mind of all the cobwebs that have developed there with so much idle time on my hands of late. And what are you up to?” Confident his question would deflect her question most