Quick recap of what's happened so far in the book since it's been a while since the last chapter:
Team Crafted make a lot of treaties with other armies and tries to keep things peaceful. When they go to the snow country to meet the Snow Strikers, it turns out that snow hates Adam and he almost dies. He starts getting headaches and glowing eyes and so Ty and Seto take him back to the snow country to see Queen Anne and the sorcerer Aramis. Turns out that he can't be the son of Herobrine (Nice secret Anne) and they all go home, but Adam's senses are now going completely haywire.

I'm sorry if the next few chapters seem a bit forced, it's difficult to get back into the swing of writing.

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          Adam's headache didn't diminish in the slightest over the coming days but much to his relief, his hands didn't spontaneously catch fire again, nor did any other part of his body. He had always worn his sunglasses outdoors and had occasionally taken them off inside but now he kept them on from the moment he woke up to the moment he went to sleep, not only because almost the entirety of his eyes were a solid yellow but also because even the dim light of low-burning torches were bright to him and the midday sun was almost unbearable. He could hear someone calling his name even if they were all the way on the other side of the training grounds and when someone talked to him normally, it felt like they were half-shouting.

          As such, he found it almost impossible to not wince every time Mitch or Quentin talked when the three of them were walking aimlessly around the corridors of the castle, the two chatting animatedly about the approaching Games they held every year at the base, aimed at bringing people together for a friendly competition to form new friendships. More than a few thought it was very cliche but it was effective, and all of the Generals participated enthusiastically, none more so than Mitch. He had been undefeated in the sword duels for five years up until last year, when a young man had snatched it right out from under his nose, and he was eager to claim back his title.

          "I can't want to verse him again," Mitch was saying with a grin to Quentin and Adam, who walked between the two. "He was pretty good last time and I assume that he's gotten better."

          "Which means it'll be easier for him to beat you," Quentin pointed out. Mitch put a hand to his chest like he had been hurt and gasped at Quentin.

          "Are you saying that I don't train?" he asked in a sort of overly exaggerated way.

           Quentin hummed non-commitantly and instead turned his attention to Adam. "Are you gonna take a chance to beat Mitch, Adam?"

          "Nah, I don't think so," Adam mumbled. "I'll just watch."

          "I wish I could do that," the other grumbled. "The amount of injuries we get during the Games is crazy! All of the infirmary staff are going to have to be available just so we can- Adam, are you okay?"

          For Adam had stumbled suddenly and fallen to his knees, leaning low over his legs, the knuckles of his hands white as he clutched his head, nails digging into his skin. He made a soft groaning sound, his fingers clenching tighter. Quentin and Mitch were both kneeling next to him in an instant, Quentin putting a hand to Adam's forehead, feeling for a temperature only to take his hand away quickly. The skin was burning.

          "Adam, are you okay?" Mitch asked, his hand on Adam's shoulder, his eyebrows creased in worry. "Quentin, what's happening? What's wrong with him?"

          "I..." Quentin shook his head, lost for one of the few times of his life. "It's like he's got a fever or something, he's burning up."

          "Adam, come on, talk to us," Mitch said as another slight groan came from Adam. "Adam-" His next word was a vehement curse and he and Quentin both scrambled back from Adam, eyes wide. His hands had suddenly caught fire, burning cheerily against his head. Mitch pushed himself up using the wall as the fire grew, slowly spreading down Adam's arms.

          "What the heck is this?" he muttered, eyes fixed on Adam.

         "He's gonna burn down the castle," Quentin exclaimed.

         "It's stone!" Mitch told him, his words harsher than they were usually due to the fear starting to pulse through his veins. "Stone, Quentin! How much damage can he do?!"

          "You know what I mean!" Quentin snapped back. "This isn't natural, what are we going to do about it?"

          "Do about what?"

          It was once said that a sorcerer is never late and always arrives precisely when he needs to. Seto seemed to be living proof of this statement as he turned the corner, no doubt drawn by the raised voices. It took him a second to take everything in; Adam kneeling near the centre of the corridor with fire licking up his arms, Quentin and Mitch standing at the wall on either side of him, both looking at Seto as if he had just caught them at the scene of a crime. Without any questions, he ran up to them, hands becoming wreathed in a purple glow and he knelt down next to Adam, lightly touching his head.

          Quentin and Mitch waited in tense silence while Seto's hands pulsed purple. Adam made a slight sound of pain as the fire stopped growing and then slowly, reluctantly, died down, the last flames leaping into the air, momentarily burning like the sun until they faded to nothing. But Adam didn't move; if anything, he became a little more hunched over, his hands still white against his head.

          "Would that have anything to do with his headaches over the past while?" Quentin asked suspiciously after a moment. Seto's hands were still glowing purple, something that Quentin knew to mean that he was trying to heal Adam.

          "Yes," Seto muttered.

          "How could he make that fire?" Mitch asked, forcing his voice to stop shaking. He wasn't scared of the existence of the fire; he was more scared of the fact that Adam appeared to have no control over it and that it was linked to him being in pain.

          "He's developed magic," Seto said shortly.

          Mitch and Quentin both frowned. "How?" they asked in unison, but this, Seto didn't answer. His hands pulsed a brighter purple and the tension went out of Adam. He toppled sideways a little before Seto caught him.

          "Mitch, carry Adam to the common room for me," he said. "We'll take the back route. Quentin, gather the Team and tell them to meet us there."

          "Why?" Mitch asked as he moved to sling the now unconscious Adam over his shoulder.

          "I'll tell you when we get there, quick."

          In record time, the group of friends were gathered in the common room, hidden from the eyes of the recruits. Mitch had placed Adam on the couch, where he lay almost completely motionless, the occasional, momentary frowns and flinches giving the only indication that something was wrong. Seto was kneeling next to him, resting one hand on his head while the other was resting on his propped up knee. The others had unconsciously arranged themselves in a semicircle as if they were at a dying man's bed.

          "Alright, what's the problem?" Jerome said, crossing his arms.

         "Adam's developed magic," Seto said, "and we have no idea why."

          "I thought we weren't going to tell them about that," Ty muttered so that only Seto could hear him. Seto only shrugged.

         "What do you mean 'Adam has magic'?" Jason said with a frown. "I've never seen him use it."

          "He can't control it like I can," Seto said reasonably. "In fact, he doesn't seem to be able to control it at all."

         "It's there," Ty said when Jason's frown didn't lessen. "I saw his hands catch fire spontaneously, and the sorcerer Aramis of the Snow Striker's kingdom said he had magic too." Ty only just stopped himself from saying that Adam's magic seemed to be the same as Herobrine's. That little fact probably wouldn't have helped the situation.

          "No kidding," Mitch muttered. "Quentin and I saw his hands catch fire only twenty minutes ago!"

          "Look," Seto interrupted. "Something about this is very off. Something's hurting him and I can't heal it. The fact that he developed magic out of the blue that he can't control but it's powerful enough to make fire without hurting him-"

          "Things just aren't adding up," Ian agreed thoughtfully.

          Seto nodded. "We need to take him back to the Snow Strikers. I think Aramis is the only one who can help him."

          "Again?" Ty exclaimed. "What if the snow was the reason that he's like this in the first place, huh?"

          "That's possible," the sorcerer said, "but if that's the case, then taking him back won't do any more harm."

          Ty's raised eyebrows quite clearly told how he felt about Seto's statement but Quentin cut in before the matter could be pursued further. "We can't all go, some of us need to stay here and help run the base, especially with Lord Vikk's patrols becoming more frequent and the Games coming up."

          "Not to mention that delegation from the east coming in a month or so," Jason reminded.

          "Alright, so there's seven of us," Ty said. "That's three staying and three going, and one either way. Seto's definitely going and I think I should too since the two of us have known about this for a while."

          "Yeah, how long has that been exactly?" Jerome asked with a frown but Ian accidentally spoke over him to say that he could to go too. "Oh, sorry Jerome," he said almost instantly but Jerome just waved a hand to say that it was okay.

          "I'll stay here," Jason said. "Who knows how long you guys will be and if that delegation arrives, I'll need to be here to sort them out."

          "I'll stay too," Jerome said. "In case Lord Vikk decides to attack."

          "That means you'll need medics," Quentin sighed. "Guess I'm staying then."

          "Mitch?" Ty asked.

          Mitch glanced at Ty and then at the three staying. "Do you guys have things covered?" he asked uncertainly.

          "Yeah, we've got it sorted," Jerome said while Quentin and Jason nodded, a smile playing at his lips.

          Mitch grinned broadly. "Then I'm going too!"

          "We'll leave in an hour if we can," Seto said instantly. "I don't want Adam to get any worse."

None of us would want Adam to get any worse, now would we?

Well, you guys wouldn't.