It was nearing the end of the year, but Zafiro had been called back to Pharos Academy for a special team assignment. Though he had no idea what he was getting into, he arrived early ish one morning and walked to the indoor arena, the designated meeting place. The message on his scroll said Meet at arena at 10:30 AM on Monday. Weapon required. It seemed that, when he got there, the rest of his team had already done their part for whatever it was going on. Zaf had arrived at 10:28, which was just as well. Professor Rosewood seemed to be fiddling with a small box, which Zafiro assumed to be a fuse box or something along the lines of.
“Ah, you’re here” Prof. Rosewood said, turning to him. It seemed that he was his normal, cranky self. “So there’s a training regimen thing then?” Zafiro asked.
“Very astute” the Professor replied, though he still grumbled a little. His dislike of dogs didn’t help the situation.
“So what will I