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A blinding ray of sunlight peeked through Salem's curtains as the sun began its ascent into the sky. The ray of light shone itself on Salem's face in its journey, causing the once dreaming Salem to wake up. His eyes fluttered open as he lay spread out on his bed, his covers haphazardly strewn across himself. He blinked away the drowsiness from his eyes, the sun reflecting the green glint in his eyes as he sat up.

He rubbed his eyes, and combed his hand through his curls in an effort to tame them. He got up from the side of his bed, his feet making contact with the unexpectedly cold floor. He walked towards his room door, opening it to make his way to the kitchen.

He could smell the scent of freshly cooked bacon wafting from the direction of the kitchen. 'Dad must be cooking' he thought as the smell of freshly cooked food invaded his nose. Entering the kitchen Salem found his father sitting in his usual spot at the head of their dining table. He had made himself a plate of bacon, eggs, and what looked to be strawberry glazed pancakes.

"Morning Dad" Salem remarked as he walked up to the table, plopping himself in the first chair beside his father. Salem grabbed a plate, and began piling food onto his plate. Salem had a huge appetite for his size, he piled 5 of the pancakes onto his plate, as well as 3 pieces of bacon and a large spoonful of eggs. His father looked in surprise as he watched Salem pack his plate full of food. "You're not going to eat all of that, are you?" his father asked surprised. He knew Salem loved when he made pancakes, but he didn't think he could finish all the food he had prepared.

"Of course I am, I need all the energy I can get since we have to walk to the village today" Salem spoke nonchalantly, as if the amount of food he had taken for himself couldn't feed a small family. His father chuckled to himself as he finished the food he had taken up for himself.

After Salem had finished his food he motioned to excuse himself from the dining table. "Grab a raincoat, Salem. It might rain today!" Salem's father yelled as the boy began to return to his room to get dressed for their trip.

Entering his room and heading straight for his closet Salem grabbed a light blue tunic with golden embroidered pattern of triangles around the collar. A black pair of trousers, as well as a pair of black hikers boots to match. He remembered his father's words of grab a raincoat and quickly grabbed the one he and his father had bought on their last trip to the village just a few weeks before. His father was rarely wrong when predicting the weather. Salem found it a bit creepy.

After washing up, Salem dressed himself in the clothes he had picked from his closet. He had styled his hair into somewhat presentable messy bun with a few strands hanging down in the front to frame his face. He looked rather feminine with his hair styled in such a way, but it didn't really matter to Salem.

He rushed out of the room, his excitement from the night before returning in full force as he remembered the reason they were going shopping. He was still shocked he had gotten into one of the best magic institutes in the world. He hadn't even mentioned his father or mother's names as they were former graduates.

Upon leaving his room, Salem found his dad waiting by the door for them to depart. "You ready Sal?" his father asked as he opened the oak door, allowing the sunlight to stream in through the open doorway. "Yep, let's go" Salem exclaimed excitedly. He let his father walk out first, Salem was practically skipping with excitement as he locked the door behind him and his father with his spare key. The sun beamed down onto them, today was particularly very hot, but not unexpected as they were in the middle of Summer.

Salem and his father began walking down the path that connected their house to the main pathways of the land. They were surrounded by a large luscious forest. Out of the corner of his vision, Salem saw large dark storm clouds looming a ways away with random strikes of lightning streaking down from the sky. It seems his father was right about rain being on the way, and by the looks of it, it was going to be a rough one.

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