Arathorn was now living a more calmer life. Finished another major, brought his family back, and even started a new one. But to protect that he decided to live a human life. He was always on call when needed.
It was 9 am on a Friday when Arathorn was sitting in a desk of his senior year of highschool. It was the second term of the year and has he sat in his first class which was German 1, the teacher was going over the vocab for their last unit before Finals. He assumed the name Aaron Swank while there and when he got called to say something he accidently spoke in Draconic instead of German. "Bivai! Sia favorite kluchuduun ui charir," is what he said. Translated it means "Sorry! My favorite color is red."
The teacher ,who likes to be called Herr K, just stared blankly and confused like the others in the class.
"What?" said everyone in unison.
'Shit! I spoke Draconic and not German! Fuck.. what do I do?!' He gave a quick thought and quickly fixes himself afterwards saying "Es tut uns leid! Meine Lieblingsfarbe ist Rot."
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