Illia's POV

I tried to get a glimpse into the room beyond Tyron, but sadly I had no success. Tyron didn’t move aside, making it impossible to see. Suddenly, and without warning, there was a shriek from inside, and a loud male voice yelled “GET DOWN!”
Tyron, who obviously could see what was going on inside the room, tensed, and suddenly tackled me to the ground. Before I could get my bearings or say anything about the indecency of the situation a loud bang shot through the hall, and dust and chunks of rock flew out of the room. I saw Tyron wince above me as some of the rocks hit his back, but we were just barely far enough away to miss being hit by the larger chunks. After what seemed like minutes, but was probably only seconds, the dust began to clear. Coughing slightly, I pushed against Tyron’s chest, signaling him to get off of me. Lucky for me, he had been extremely careful when tackling me, and hadn’t let the brunt of his weight fall on me. I would have been squashed!
Tyron took the signal, and pushed off of me carefully. Once he was standing upright he leaned down and pulled me up.
“Are you okay? What happened?” I asked quickly, scooting around him so I could check his back for injuries.
“I’m fine. How about you? I’m sorry I had to jump you; I just didn't wan-” I cut him off before he could finish.
“I’m perfectly fine, now hold still!” I began poking at his back once I had discerned that there were no outer injuries.
He winced as I prodded a bruised area, and I jumped back.
“Sorry!” I yelped.
“No, no I’m fine. Um… thanks! And you’re sure you’re okay?” he said worriedly.
I nodded, and was about to say something else, when from the room emerged a coughing black haired boy.
Tyron and I stared at him until he finally looked up. I noticed the glasses on his face were covered in dirt as he began sputtering out apologies.
“Oh my god I am so sorry, the Pyrocumularoty Areomandrin dropped one of its seeds, and it missed the holding casket, and of course it hit the floor and exploded, and I am so a sorry and are you okay and oh my go-” Tyron cut of his tirade with a quick “We’re fine.”
The boy whipped his glasses off and started polishing them furiously.
“Well since we almost blew you two up, why don't you come in and take a tour? This is the green house!” The boy said.
I was about to answer in the affirmative, when Tyron shook his head.
“Thanks, but we should be getting back to the combat arena. Some of our friends were fighting earlier, and I want to make sure no one got hurt.”
The boy frowned, but his face instantly lit up again.
“Well then stop by later, and you can see it! Just ask for Josh, that's me by the way, and ill show you around!”
“Okay!” I replied happily.
I saw Tyron’s face darken momentarily, but it quickly passed.
“Well we really should be going.” I said grabbing Tyron and pulling him behind me.
“Nice to meet you Josh!”
With that Tyron and I walked off.
Again we managed to get hopelessly lost, going up and down hallways full of mysterious key emblems.
Finally we stopped under a giant arch, that I seemed to recall being near the dining hall. I was just starting to catch my breath when I heard a startled “Oh!” from Tyron.
I peered up at him, only to see him looking up at the ceiling.
I followed his gaze, and was met with a plant hung on the ceiling. Mistletoe.  I had forgotten it was nearing Christmas.
“Oh.”