The night sky flourished, taking over the bright sky with its endless black, scattering stars in its wake.
Yet remnants of laughter lingered in the scent of cake, binding the five — sealing their first night in Vaeloria academy with sugar and memory.
25 Emberwyn 2004.
The room lit up with the violet hue of dawn that filtered through the singular window. The curtains danced gently with the soft breeze, the shadows of morning moved over the academy grounds.
Ray was the first to stir. Eyes opening at exactly 5:00 AM. He had learned to wake up at specific times until it became routine.
Then instinct.
His hand reached for the spear that leaned against the wall beside his bed. A weapon gifted by his teacher that was suited for his current strength.
Its length reached his forehead and the metal glistened in the warm light, his fingers running along the shaft. His reflection appeared for a moment, showing his features.
