Cassandra

Cassandra was sitting on a steam room on which they taught the theory of how to fight with magic against the undead when the professor stopped talking and looked at the wand that began to glow, raising the wand in his hands, listening to someone nodding his head, he began to look thoughtfully at the stufons and stopped at her.

- Stufon Kassandra, go to the reception, there is a stufon waiting for you to take it to the swordsmen's wing, for this you will be assigned currency plus fifty. The professor spoke in a calm voice.

Cassandra looked at the professor, she wanted to refuse, but fifty currencies smoothed her refusal.

- Okay, he's in the waiting room, right? When will I receive the currency as soon as I drop it off or can I get it at the reception? - Cassandra asked, at the Academy, the currency meant everything, mostly the professors forced the stufons to do something dangerous or for a long time

- He is in the waiting room, you can get the currency from the professor in the swordsmen's wing, they have already been warned about you, when you take him back here. - The professor answered, looking at how she was walking towards the exit and seeing how other stufions were whispering, winking at her.

Cassandra nodding out of the audience, for her this pair was optional, since for her race to fight against the restless is nothing more than child's play, since she was a dark elf, their nature rewarded them but also cursed the possession of dark magic and many of the restless, like ghosts, were products of the dark of magic.

Along the way, she saw many stufis walking on or off the couples. Approaching the reception, knocking, hearing that you can enter by opening the door and entering, she saw a young man sitting in the reception, he was wearing black clothes, white hair, and sadness and death were read in his eyes.

Deep inside she cursed the professor for choosing her she knew how people react to dark elves. Light elves differed from dark elves not only in their possession of magic, but also in their physique and style of clothing.

If the light elves wore less open things and lighter ones, then the dark elves put on more open ones, which emphasized their body and because of which people saw them off with a certain look.

- Kassandra is stufon Tray, please take him to the swordsmen's wing and return back to the auditorium. - The elf spoke in a cold voice. The enmity between the light elves and the dark ones has always been, but it was already in the past, all races lived in peace now.

- Yes, I know the professor has already warned me, send stufon Tray, I will take you to your wing. - Cassandra said while waiting for him to get up and go to the exit.

Standing up, stufon Tray, taking his bag with one hand and holding the rulebook and a map of the academy in the other, as Cassandra could understand, near the exit, he turned to the elf and bowed.

- Thanks for the info, goodbye. - Stufon Trey said in a calm voice, opening the door with one hand, leaving the reception room, he held the door until Cassandra came out.

Cassandra clicked silently as she left the waiting room and headed for the swordsmen's wing. Trey walked beside him and looked around looking at the paintings, then at the stufons passing by. Many stufons looked at them with surprised eyes.

The dark elf and the man walked together. Is it possible that the red moon will rise tomorrow? Cassandra directly read this question in some eyes, which is why she quickened her pace, looking back irritably, she saw Trey walking at a calm pace without accelerating, which made Cassandra even more irritated.

- Stufion Tray you can go faster we are not for walks! Cassandra said irritably.

Trey looked at her, sighed, silently nodded, and began to walk faster, but the farther they went, the more stufons looked at them.

Trey began to examine himself for something strange that could cause such views, finding nothing, he switched his gaze to Cassandra, seeing how she was getting more and more nervous, he decided to find out the reason for all this.

- Why are they looking at us? - Asked Trey looking around, attracting even more looks.

- Because of you, human and dark elf go together it's like water and fire and the looks you give dark elves. Cassandra replied irritably.

Trey raised an eyebrow, it was clear that he wanted to say something, but shrugged his shoulders and tried more to ignore the looks of the stufons.

Cassandra, on the other hand, was getting more and more nervous about the whole situation, she could only breathe inwardly, glad that the man was not staring at her like so many others before him.

She understood that he was now shocked by the academy and such a volume of new people, but time would pass and he would look at the dark elves in the same way as all people before him.

Seeing the turn, she smiled joyfully, turning around the corner there was a door on which "Swordsmen's Wing" was written, and near the door stood the professor, coming closer, she saw how the professor rose in surprise, but pretended not to notice when she approached him, she bowed.

- Professor, I brought you stufon Trey from the reception, I need to go back to the audience, charge me fifty currency, the professor promised me this. Cassandra said, trying to keep her voice calm.

The professor nodded, took out the wand and brought it to the medallion hanging around Cassandra's neck and spoke in a low voice.

- Plus fifty currency to Kassandra's stufon to accrue. - When the professor spoke, a light light escaped from his wand directed at her token.

Seeing that the currency had been credited, she took one last look at Trey and the professor.

- Goodbye professor, goodbye stufon Trey. - Having bowed to the professor, Cassandra turned and left. Having reached the corner, she heard gratitude from stufon Trey.