When they finally reached the fountain, Zach seemed to be in a contemplative mood so Zorian took a moment to study the schools of colorful fish swimming in the basin of the fountain. He actually pitied the poor things, since they were unlikely to last long. The fountain had been in disrepair for years, and it was only due to the grander-than-usual summer festival that it had been renovated. How likely was it that the academy would continue to maintain it after the occasion passed? Not very. And it was even less likely it would be kept in a good enough condition for the fish to survive. Their days were numbered.
“Zorian…,” Zach prodded.
“Hm?”
“Tell me… what do you know about time travel?”
Zorian blinked. Well. That was direct.
“Time travel?” Zorian asked with as much confusion as
