บท 339: Coming Home

When Magnus reached the gates of the manor, he was still recovering from the shock of knowing that Syryn had been in a coma for four years, almost five. He was assured by Artemus that Syryn had allowed himself to be induced into a state of coma and that he had good reasons for it. Good reasons, bad reasons, whatever had compelled Syryn to do this worried him. 

"Magnus!" Alka dropped a box he was holding and came running to the fire mage.

"Hey."

Magnus wasn't prepared for the fist that landed square on his cheek. He could have dodged it but it was a well-deserved punch and he took it like a champ.

"Hello, Magnus," Alka pleasantly said to the fire mage. "Do you know why I hit you?"

"Maybe."