Darren Gilbert is now a student at the Academy. One of his teachers deposits him in front of his room and leaves without introducing Darren to his roommate. Maxwell Creegan is a Dwarf, unfortunately, the last dwarf Darren met was his bully, Dolmen.
Holding his suitcase in his quivering hands, Darren stood in front of the door to his room. With a furtive glance back at the teacher, who disappeared into the stairwell. He stood there staring at the door for what felt like hours, but the closing of the stairwell door jolted him into motion. With his stomach twisting upon itself, Darren lowered one of his suitcases to the floor and clenched his right hand into a tight fist. Darren raised his clenched timidly reached out to rasp on the door. The moment before his hand could rasp the door, his hand froze.
Yanking his hand away, Darren’s fingers flew to his suitcase as the door swung inward. A stocky boy half a head shorter than Darren gasped in shock, “Oh!”
“Hi,” Darren said, taking a step away from the door.
The brown-haired youth grinned as he extended his calloused hands, “Hello, I guess you’re my new roommate.”
“I guess I am,” Darren mumbled as he eyed the boy’s hand.
“Are you okay,” the boy pulled his hand back. “My name’s Maxwell Creegan,” the boy said, tapping his chest with two thick fingers.
Swallowing the sudden lump in his throat, Darren rubbed at his chest creaking, “You’re a dwarf.
Placing his hands on his hips, Maxwell glared at Darren and growled, “Do you have a problem with that?”
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