Thunderstorm

"Oh? So you're the queen of England then?" asked Mikaela with a smirk.

The prince was floating farther down, studying the moving paintings as he passed by. He passed by the mean ones quicker.

Ross frowned a bit, keeping an eye on the prince. "Be careful! There is a painting down there that is a bit dangerous. One of the students used a darker form of magic in it."

The Princ noted the warning and hurriedly came back over.

"What kind of darker magic?" asked Mikaela.

Ross shook his head. "Some necromancy....I'm not sure how it worked. The guy who made the painting was the son of a necromancer from the spiritual district. His dad was recently executed for trying to raise an army of undead to take over the kingdom. Though it was snuffed out before it caused problems the guy's son freaked and made somthing a bit less then normal."

Mikaela raised an eyebrow. "Is this kid still here? Or did he get exiled for being a threat?"

Ross shrugged. "They locked him up for questioning. They can't get the painting off the wall without his help."

"Must be somedamn strong magic then," Mikaela replied. "Just what does the painting do to people?"

Ross seemed to age a few years in a matter of seconds. "It sends people's minds to a dark dark place....two students have killed themselves already just by looking at it. It dosn't talk, just breathes and stares..."

"Yeah, let's forget about that one," Mikaela replied, giving a little shudder despite herself. "So what else is here?"

Ross chuckled softly. "The only other thing is a pottery project. One of the boys in the beta fraternity made a mug that never runs out of beer."

"Blondie would love that," Mikaela noted with amusement. "Well, he would depending on the beer. What kind is it?"

Ross chuckled. "I don't really know. I know it's a fairy brew but not much else."

Mikaela shrugged. "Could be anything then. If it's got some sweetness to it he'd like it. Guy's got a real sweet tooth."

Ross shrugged. "I have my isues with drinking fairy ale. It's highly addictive from what i've heard."

"I get that impression from alcohol in general. Which is why I usually avoid it," Mikaela replied.

Ross nodded. "Fairy ale is addictive for a reason though. It normally puts the person under the power of the people that brew it."

"Oh," Mikaela replied, before smirking. "I need to brew some and feed it to Blondie then. How does a Phoenix servant sound, prince?"

"Sounds fun!" the prince chirped back.

Ross laughed. "You'll have to pry the secret from the fairies first."

"I know fairies. I'll get them to teach me," Mikaela proclaimed.

Ross blinked. "Do they know how to? Cause there are pleanty of fairies here that have no idea..."

"I dunno," Mikaela admitted. "There are lots of different fairies, I know that. But it wouldn't hurt to ask."

Ross shrugged and grinned. "Okay then. So do you want to see the classes for battle magics or healing magics next?"

"Battle magics. Then healing magics," Mikaela replied. She supposed her powers might count as "magic" here, but she wasn't sure.

Ross nodded. Making his way out of the gallery and to the stairs, going down. "Most of the magical classes are here. Just to be safe. There are stadiums and areas made for duling magic as well as feilds for finding herbs and magical creatures."

"So it's like a whole culture underground," replied Mikaela. Kinda like the tournament then