This choice: Tyler waits around and applies for class admission. • Go Back...Chapter #6Admission by: Unknown The troll that lumbered into view was less an actual, mythological "troll" than it was the ugliest, biggest dragon Tyler had ever seen. Easily fifteen feet tall, the bulky, green person behind the admissions window had to bend down to peer out at the tiny purple dragon in the hallway. His enormous eyes squinted.
"Uh, hi," Tyler said. "I'm here to apply for-"
"The class on scale and mass," the giant dragon finished for him. "Small guys like you always want in." His deep, rumbling voice echoed through the tiny office on the other side of the window and made Tyler's bones vibrate. His name tag said "Hi, my name is 'Drake'" and Tyler had to suppress a smile at the stereotypical draconic name.
Drake turned to one side and started rummaging around in a pile of papers. Apparently, no one in the Metaphysics building had heard of computers. Finally, he turned back and slid a form under the window.
"Here. Take this to Professor-"
"Dumbledor?" Tyler interrupted with a grin.
Drake just stared back, dully. Then, with a sigh, said, "No. Professor Taryl. Sub-basement lecture hall SB-101."
Feeling sheepish at the failure of his lame joke, Tyler took the form and thanked the small giant.
Finding the winding, broad stairwell, he began to see how someone as big as Drake could get around. The stairs were sized for titans! He passed a rabbit going up the stairs past him whose knees were at Tyler's eye-level. The rabbit's golden eyes smirked down at the tiny dragon and he gulped, hurrying on his way to the sub-basement. Coming out into the dimly lit corridor far below ground, he noticed in the shadows a tiny doorway leading from the stairwell into the hall. It was barely mouse-sized. Looking back, he noticed what he'd not seen before: a parallel stairway along the edge of the wall, very tiny: as if built for pixies or something.
A shiver ran down his spine for the second time that day. The ideas that started floating through his head were daunting.
He quickly found the double doors that led into the sub-basement auditorium "SB-101". Poking his head inside, he looked down the recessed rows of seats to the stage, below. On it was an empty lectern in front of a massive black board with curious sigils and symbols scrawled on its surface. In big, block letters, the words "DO NOT ERASE" were written nearby in chalk.
"Uh, Doctor Taryl? Professor?"
There was no answer.
He went down the stairs. In the center of the stage, towards the front edge, was a counter about twelve feet long and four feet high. On the back side were dozens of drawers while, on the top, ancient deposits of wax, as if from centuries of candles, colored the grey marble. Curious, he poked around.
In one drawer, he drew up short.
The lock was old and clearly broken but it had come open anyway. Inside were several small bins holding smooth, agate-like rocks. Each had a symbol carved into its surface and gave off an eerie luminescence. He felt a warmth flow over him at the sight.
Curious and a bit excited, he reached forward to examine the stones.
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