The door pushed open revealing two young boys. One had slightly long silver hair, blue eyes, and a lean athletic build while the other had black smooth hair with a slender muscular build.
The former was Damon Terrace and the latter was Daveon Acheon, the two boys requested by the Dean some minutes back.
"Greetings, Dean Godsthorn." The two boys bowed respectfully as they began walking inside, unaware of the presence of their fathers because they sat backing them.
"You called for us, Dean?" Daveon asked as he walked forward, eyeing the two figures that remained seated, their backs facing the boys.
However, Damon was faster, increasing his speed after walking pace after sensing what felt like his father's aura. He could almost swear it was none other than his father and so he spoke. "Father?"
Immediately the figure heard Damon's words, there was a subtle shift, and immediately, the aura Damon had felt disappeared. However, Damon believed even more now. "Father, is that you?" He asked, arriving beside the chair his father sat on.
He turned and truly, it was his father. Rather than an excited reaction, Damon's eyes narrowed and his entire mood changed. "Why are you here?" he asked coldly.
Daveon also arrived and just like Damon, he also found his father seated on the other chair. A smile formed on his face as he bowed before his father. "Greetings, Father." The young boy said in an excited tone.
Dean Godsthorn quickly clapped his hands, drawing the attention of the two boys, speaking up to address them both. "Ahem… I was the one who called you both here. Not your fathers." Dean Godsthorn said with a stern look which was mainly focused on Damon. His glare was like him warning the young boy. "Stay put till you both are alone." That was the meaning behind the glare Damon got from the Dean.
"I am deeply sorry, Dean. Please punish me!" Both boys said simultaneously with their upper half bent forward in a bow.
Dean Godsthorn clicked his tongue and shook his head. "There shall be no punishment this time but make sure this never repeats itself." Dean Godsthorn warned instead.
"Yes, Dean. Thank you!" Both students said in unison, raising their heads to look at the Dean.
He smiled and nodded at both of them. "I called you both here because your fathers came here just to see you both. I shall now leave you both to them to discuss privately."
Before anyone could speak, Dean Godsthorn snapped his finger and all four were gone from his room.
"Phew… The Terrace family should settle their differences in private, not here. Damon's sure to flare at his father." Dean Godsthorn sighed in relief and returned his eyes to his table. He still had a few documents to sign.
As he picked up the feather and dipped it in the bottle of ink on the table, he twisted his wrist a little before murmuring to himself. "I think I'm getting rusty. That move drained a lot from."
Meanwhile, both fathers and their sons had ended up in different rooms. The Acheon family found themselves in a small bright-coloured room designed with flowers and beautiful furniture crafted completely from a tree. Both father and son were excited to see each other.
However, the Terrace duo found themselves in a dark room. There were two wooden chairs in the room facing each other with a dusty table between both chairs. Atop the small dusty table was a small lamp that seemed to have been burning for all of eternity. The room's furniture looked decent but slightly older than normal but neither of them cared.
Lord Terrace and his son stood side by side staring at the chairs without saying a word to each other until finally, Lord Terrace sighed, walking toward one of the chairs. "Come take your seat, Damon." Lord Terrace commanded his son
Damon remained silent for a few seconds refusing to move an inch but he knew disobeying his father wasn't going to change anything. He needed answers and his father seemed ready to talk. So he would talk.
He walked over to join his father at the table, taking the seat opposite the man who had fathered him.
There was silence in the room for over five minutes, neither of them speaking until Damon broke the silence. "So? Why did you come here?"
Lord Terrace raised his brows in confusion at the question. "I came to see my son of course. What kind of father and leader would I be if I didn't check up on my son and the heir to the family's leadership position?"
Damon's frown was very obvious as he glared daringly at his father. "And yet you went ahead to eliminate the rightful heir. What kind of father and leader would eliminate his rightful heir? What kind of father would kill off one of his children?"
"I had no choice." Lord Terrace said with a blank expression as though he was speaking facts.
"You did father. You could've simply taken the position off him without actually killing him off." Damon said, his voice a little higher than he'd intended.
"And would you have accepted if I decided to make you the heir when Damien was around?" Lord Terrace stared at Damon, awaiting the boy's response. "You don't even listen to me when it comes to him. I warned you to stay away from him but you went ahead to disobey me! You brought this upon you both!"
"That…" Damon was at a loss for words. Indeed, if he'd listened to his father's warning, maybe, just maybe, Damien might still be alive.
As for the part concerning their heir, he answered, dropping his head, ashamed to look in his father's eyes. "No Father, I don't think I'd have been able to take the position."
Lord Terrace scoffed. "As expected. You'd forfeit it because he's your older brother. With him there, there's a choice for you to lead or not. Without him, you'd have to do it regardless."
"It was the right thing to do so I could leave the family in capable hands." The man sighed, placing his head on the headrest of the chair. Then he added, "It's not like we executed him. I just had Osbourne send him to exile."