New Divided Trilogy: Thalmor Academy

Prolouge

NOTE: This is being thrown in as it is important, and was the original beginning. If your curious, reason being is the fact they won't be attending classes pass this single day. (By "Them" I mean, well... you'll see.)

General Tullius: "What I'm not so sure about is the peace we've made with the Thalmor. But we'll keep that between the two of us, alright?"

Ondolemar: "There  is peace now, and that peace will continue for as long as it suits our  needs. But make no mistake; this is not a peace forged out of necessity  between rival nations of equal strength. It is more like the calm  between storms. And the next storm, I think, will be far deadlier than  the last."
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                "There, is nothing in this world, more repulsive, than humans."  The High Elf before us lectured, pacing aimlessly back and forth up  front in the large, sweat filled semi-curricular room. His voice silky  with passion, and vigor, spewing word for word, his distaste. His goals.  Desires; to us. To them... Echoing within the room ever so slightly,  repeating every word; as if to guide us. Warn us. Prepare.

We watch as his face  contracted every few words in attempts to make us understand, and obey.  Frowning down upon us, yet we had shown little to no response. He grows  frustrated, turning his back to us in one swift motion, since we are  nothing more, and no higher than children to them. But all the same,  their last hope; young adults and teens of few races. All new. All  capable, willing... and tools.. for their disposal.

"For years, we've fought with them, and for years they've manipulated our trust." Closing his eyes, he sighs. "No.  More. They've killed our kin. Our siblings, family and friends. Our  pride- our goals. Kept us from what we had hoped, and should have  achieved long, long ago." 

Raising a finger, he waggles it slightly to his audience "No.  More. They've crossed us, betrayed us; and we will not stand idle by  any longer despite our ancestors mistakes. We will prove once again, who  is superior, in all ways. We will have... Our victory."

They just couldn't help  themselves, could they? Cheers erupted from the left side of the room in  chants and ill-mannered threats, lead by no other than the Director's  son, yet nothing short of pride filled the High Elf's face.

Despite the outburst, and interruption, he crosses his arms smugly. "As you should have all seen by now, we've gathered the most prestige, and capable warriors-" he pointedly stares in the right direction, throwing emphasis and an extra syllable in the words 'capable'. "-Pre-Agents,  Assassins, Mages, and warriors, of each ally's side. Starting from the  right; Kajit, Bosmer, and lastly, High Elf. All of which have gathered  here in our time of loss and need."

Staring down every one of us, a slight smile threatens to dance upon his lips. "That, is where we come in, and where our, and by our I mean my associates and I, job starts. Mammals, Mer; My preferred name is Ondolemar, and I bid you welcome, to the Thalmor Academy.".

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                                Class had started right away after the orientation, despite the  sticky heat of the room. A "Introduction" as he had called it. As  explained in a haste, the class, or "recruits" would be divided into  three sections of the School in the following two weeks after vigorous  testing.

"Given recent events over the years, it's been demanded out of all of us to be less.. racist--" Ondolemar raises his head to the right slightly, closing his eyes "--By assigning 'jobs' that fit their" His face visibly distorts. "....Race."