AT THE TRAINING GROUNDS

Prince Shiloh. Emma kept tasting the name on her lips for reasons best known to her as Gira led her into the academy where lessons were specifically taught.

When she heard the clashing of swords, she knew that they were close. She willfully left the funny thoughts of her mind and focused on her surroundings, on the gargoyles that she so much hated at one time in her life. Now, she found them to be an interesting work of act.

The walls and the hallways bore a similar resemblance to the other walls of the academy where she had already been through. But she noticed that the classes were empty, the classes that she had passed. They were empty except for books and bags on the tables and walls.