Nobles

The Erratic Dawn

Three Years Ago...

"Aaran have a wonderful day at academy!" My mother said, with a lighthearted smile, her energy was simply exuberant.

She sweeps the recently renovated wooden flooring. As I remain frantically pacing through the entirety of the cottage, thouroughly unprepared for the day.

"Thanks mother," I said. While pacing around, trying to sight my materials for academy.

My mother's name is Luna named after the moon I suppose, my mother never went into detail. A very elegant and beautatious women. Jet-black straight hair, flawless almost sparkling skin, and hazel-brown eyes. My father happened to be the opposite, yet I happened to aquire the majority of his traits. Dark-brown wavy hair, dark-brown eyes, average facial structure, stubborn and gauche.

"Yes... there you are," I said, releasing a sigh of relief. I gather all the essential supplies, this year will be my most arduous. As I take grasp of all my essentials for academy, I place them in my pre-loved brown leather satchel, which my father had handed to me rather hesistantly.

I pace quickly towards the front-door of my parents cottage.

I turn the metallic knob opening the pale white wooden door, allowing a soft breeze of refreshing air to caress my face.

Before closing the door my mother yells, "Be careful Aaran! Oh... and your father should be back from his trip today, so come back from academy as quickly as possible to welcome him back!

"Yes mother!" I said, shutting the door.

I walk out of my parents beautifully constructed cottage, with a layed out dirt trail to my academy.

An eventful day in my hands as today is selection day. I truly hope to be selected as a Paladin, as I demonstrated outstanding magical abilities last year, but mediocre fighting abilities, I must confess.

Walking down the path that leads to my academy feels peculiar, even though I've walked this path for the past six years.

I ignore the feeling as just anxiety building over the break.

I feel the brushing of the wind, and I hear the rustling of the autumm leaves.

The primeval forest that separates my parents cottage to the City of Corenthia is a 20 minute walk. Corenthia is where my academy is located just on the border of the magnificent city. The academy is definitely one of the most rigorous and most funded academy of all the land.

Traversing the dirt path I recollect the memories of the times in Knights Academy of Corenthia, beginning at the ripe age of 10, only accepted in the prestigious academy due to my unreal magical abilities; wizard-like even. Now 16 years old and demonstrating magical healing abilities that surpass any Bronze-Class Paladin that I've encountered. Although, I need to sharpen my physique a touch and sword fighting skills.

As I approach the academy a euphoric feeling fills my soul "Finally back," I said rather anxiously. The grass is freshly trimmed, the building looks well maintained since my short break. Stone walls are slightly weathered, but still maintains the pristine look. Viewing the perimeter it seems I'm the sole student, which is odd in that there's at least one-thousand enrolled students in the academy.

There's an eerie silence before I hear bellows of what sound like agony, I stop immediately as my eyes are fixated at the academy entrance doors.

In a moments notice, two bronze-class knights and one silver-class knight barge through the entrance doors in a quite frantic pace.