Eijeh Ignis stared at the letter in his hands. It was dark ink on crisp yellow parchment, and had been lying near the — locked — door to the room he'd woken up in. He had no memories of what happened. It seemed unreal, how could a letter like this be for him? He read it a third time, shaking his head in disbelief.

Dearest Student,

Welcome to The Highest Esteemed School Created to Help Outlaws, Others, and Liars, also known simply as 'The School'.

Our job is to educate those who have never fitted in to learn the ways of the Unwanted. Although the existence of this place is not strictly complying to the laws of this country, neither are we. For years we were shunned, until this place was built in order to teach you our ways. We must learn to survive in this world, and within these hallowed halls you will learn how to.

If you do not wish to stay here, and would prefer to go back to a place that will never accept you for your gifts, then you are free to go, but know that you must never return, or speak of this place. If, however, you are willing to stay...Well, then, let us begin.

Lessons will commence on the 17th of this month. Be ready.

Sincerely,

Maya Kaizeh
Principal of The School

And underneath that, a form.

I, ______ ______, accept the invitation to join The Highest Esteemed School Created to Help Outlaws, Others, and Liars and recognise I must keep the secrets entrusted to me within these halls. I swear to uphold our rules and learn to control my gift for the benefit of the world.

Signed, ______ ______.

On top of the desk nearby was a pen, presumably to sign the form with. What if he refused? What if he left here, and never came back, just like the letter told him he could do? But...The letter was right, or so he supposed. He didn't really have anything better to go off of. If you do not wish to stay here, and would prefer to go back to a place that will never accept you for your gifts...

To stay or to go?

What would he learn here?

Who would he meet?

How did he get here in the first place?

Why was he chosen, out of everyone?

Could he really learn how to control his gift?

The answers would be in the halls of The School. There was only one thing he could do, really.

Eijeh picked up the pen and signed his name.

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