One Week Earlier-<br/><br/>Archer opened the door too the small one-room apartment he and Farril were currently renting.  First thing he noticed was the letter on the bed.  Walking over to it, he carefully place his bag on the bed and picked the letter up.  The name of the letter said Sylus Academy, and Archer turned towards Farril as she walked in and collapsed on her bed.  She was dressed in a pair of grey cargo pants with a red long sleeve shirt, a small black fedora perched atop her bright red hair.  Archer held out the letter towards her.<br/>"You have any idea who this is from?" Archer said as he handed her the letter.  Picking it up in her hands, she turned it over, looking at the name.<br/>"Oh, I think I remember hearing about this place!  It's supposed to be some kind of school for people like us.  Remember we got a letter from them right before we got on the plane.  You know, the one you burned."  Farril gave Archer an eye, then turned back towards the letter.<br/>"These guys are really persistent, don't you think?  You sure you don't want to go there?  Maybe people will leave us alone.  I've been wishing you hadn't burned the last one ever since those guys in suits stopped us at the air port."  'Stopped us' was putting it lightly.  The idiots had tried to put them in hand cuffs when Archer said they weren't interested.  They even tasered him when he resisted.  The air port security had to get involved before the guys left them alone.  It was getting really annoying.<br/>"Yes I'm sure, we don't need anyone's help to protect ourselves.  We've done it fine for eight years before we got dragged here, so I see no reason to look for help now.  Besides, we're back in America now.  Land of the free and all that."<br/><br/>A knock came from the door.  Archer got up off the bed and looked through the little eye hole.  Nobody was there.  His senses went on high alert, signaling to Farril, Archer slowly opened to door to look around.  As soon as it was opened, a small tranquilizer hit Archer in the neck.  Caution to the wind, Archer literally throw the door off its hinges into the offender, revealing four more guys all in black suits and armed with dart guns.  The closest rose his gun to fire, only to have get a kick to the gut and his head smashed into the wall for his efforts.  The other three were able to fire off their guns into Archer's chest, his vision was already starting to go.  Spur of the moment, archer grabbed the dropped gun of the first assaulted, as quickly filled the other three with darts.  His legs have out under him as they dropped unconscious.<br/>Farril ran up behind Archer, her arms partly converted to their weapon form.  On her half of the hall was another three unconscious foes.  There was a dart in Farril's neck but thanks to her magic she was relatively unaffected.  As he slipped in black Archer got out a few words.<br/>"The letter, we go there."  Then he slipped into a deep sleep.<br/><br/>----------<br/><br/>Now-<br/><br/>Archer stood near the back of the group, his travel bag strapped across his cloak.  Hid jet black hair hanging down his back in a small pony tail, Farril's idea.  She stood right next to him, white shirt and skinny jeans, with a wide brimmed straw hat and red glasses, her hair was also in a pony tail.  The two had arrived on the island three days ago, having left the USA with a complimentary guard.  The FBI was denying any knowledge of the attack, and was all too happy to help them get to someplace where they wouldn't have to guard the pair.  They hadn't seen or heard anything about their assaulters  other than they weren't talking.  Farril was looking all over the place, her usual happy-go-lucky smile plastered on her face.  Archer was looking around too, except he was looking for anything that could be trouble, and he was smiling, or frowning, or anything.  His face was blank and empty of emotion, like always.<br/><br/>Archer was assessing the other students around him, in particular was what looked like a somewhat older man in armor.  Upon closer inspection he could tell he wasn't actually all that old, his look and scars spoke of a grizzled old war commander, like many Archer had met, but his posture was that of a young man.  He has likely seen more combat that most, keep tabs on him for sure.<br/>When Darius walked out with his dragon, Archer tapped Farril and pointed out the beast.<br/>"What's your assessment of that man's dragon?"  Farril was good with these kinds of things.  Being a magic expert was part of her job.  Turning her head towards the class president, she put a finger her lips for a second before coming to a decision.<br/>"That dragon is a familiar, only a baby as far as dragons go, at least from our world.  There is a magic connection between the two, powerful too.  This is definitely somewhat to watch for."  Archer nodded, filling the information away.  Darin had the bearings of a leader, authority was in his voice.  His stature and posture spoke power and speed.  Definitely someone to watch for.<br/><br/>Archer gave the smart-ass a look over.  High class from birth, high intelligence, and a really high ego.  Archer decided to side with Daren on this one.<br/>"Don't be a little shit now junior, maybe he can show you where the gym is, heaven knows you could use a work out."  The flat tone the insult was delivered in made it sound like it was intended as good honest advice.  Much laughter was had.