D E A T H
It was late.
Far too late for the two Acolytes to be trawling the halls of the Academy,
And yet they were doing so all the same.
Thesh had been unable to sleep. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence these days, since his return from the Netherworld. It was almost as though his body required less of it, though he knew that could not be so. Most likely it was still reeling from the experience, the natural instincts inherent in all taking over to ensure he didn't succumb to a similar fate once more. It wasn't even a conscious fear in truth, but it kept him up all the same.
Quintus had also been awake.
It only made sense that the pair of them head to the Archives, then. Where else would two budding young Sorcerers head when the world was asleep, if not to such a font of knowledge?
Each step he took toward that end was muffled through the Force. He knew deep down that should any of the higher ups wish to figure out where they were, should they have a sneaking suspicion that they were not in their rooms occur, that they could. But there was something almost childish about it all the same. The sneaking around, the quiet muttering. The thrill of doing that which they probably shouldn't have been doing.
And so it was that they came upon the Archives... But his eyes drifted beyond the mundane, those tomes he'd perused for hours of his life already, and to another section all together. That which held more restricted texts...