It All Starts Now...

One man sat on a throne in a realm unknown to many. His ears seem considerably more acute than the ordinary Human's. The man is over six feet tall, just one inch shy of seven feet. His fierce green eyes have been said to stare directly through the soul.

His skin was thought to be significantly paler than that of everyone else in the realm. For many years, the monarch on the throne was believed to have worn an icy scowl. One that was often mentioned, to contrast with his elegant appearance.

Few people know why the scowl became so popular; all they understand is that it happened somewhere along the way. The king had lost something or someone who was genuinely present to him, and it had taken him until now to understand this. As he arose from his throne, a swarm of men in foremarked armor appeared in front of him.

"My liege," they all pledged before kneeling in front of him. Commander, please bring me up to speed. On Oiturn, we have around ten people posing among the Humans.

That's all, I thought I lent you fifty skilled individuals? With all due respect, my liege, Oiturn is home to one of the most intellectual species. As a result, many men were slain upon arrival, however those who survived have learned to adapt to its way of life.

Okay, how about their current situation? Have those Humans figured anything out? Assuming that the information obtained from those on Oiturn is correct. They call those of us who enter Oiturn, Rogue Elves. Ah, I see, how fitting, now that we've come to terms with them.

Alright, now Commander, have any of your men seen any sighs? According to the information gathered, they have yet to see or hear of them. Although sir, what should we do once we come into contact with them? "Commander, you are to notify me right away, I will have back what was once mine!" As he slammed his fist onto his throne, the King shouted. All the time, his scowl became colder.

We understand, sir, and will return tomorrow with additional information on the matter. I can only wait so long before my patience wears thin, commander. I understand, my lord. With that, you may depart; I will depart later today as well, since I have other urgent obligations.

Meanwhile, on the planet Oiturn, Dallas is recovering quickly owing to individuals who practice healing magic. As the day comes to a close, Dallas is informed that he will perform as good as new following a proper night's rest. Dallas couldn't believe his eyes when Judith and he returned to their stunning new estate.

"It's three times the size of our former house!" Dallas spoke emphatically with a shocked facial expression. Before going into their new manor, the two examined their mail, and to Dallas's astonishment, there was a letter addressed to him.

Despite the fact that there were numerous others addressed to Judith. Majority of it is fan mail, while some are employment applications. Judith, on the other hand, would barely need a job because her wealth rivals that of the king's. Dallas quickly opened his mail, and within was a lengthy letter congratulating him on his admittance into the King's Academy.

The letter also claimed that Dallas had the third highest score among all first years. Given that Dallas's objective was just to get admitted to the academy, ranking third among the first year was "icing on the cake." The letter was delivered yesterday, making it quite clear that today was orientation for first-year students.

"NEVER AGAIN!" Dallas screamed in panic as he handed Judith the administration letter. The two realized that the first year orientation was barely ten minutes away. Dallas and Judith both were concerned about not having enough magical strength to make it to the academy in time.

Dallas began to panic since the notion of missing or even being a minute late for his first orientation was simply too much for him to handle. Judith snapped out of it immediately and summoned Dallas to the house. Where they rapidly seized what they needed and dismissed everything else.

Dallas had just been spotted with Judith upon arrival, albeit not many others saw them, only those who had arrived late, like Dallas. Dallas hadn't had enough time to fully prepare before being seen in public. His brown hair is a little unkempt, and his emerald-colored eyes are restless.

Judith dashed home as Dallas sprang from the horse carriage. Dallas dashed into the partially constructed school, only to see signs directing him to the school's gymnasium. Dallas immediately grabbed a seat before the main speaker began to speak from the center of the room.

"I welcome you to THE KNIGHTS ACADEMY, everyone! Because there are so many of you here, I'll simply tell you about the school. And you'll all be free to go exploring."

"Ah, where have my manners gone? My name is Terrowin Loom, and it's a joy to have you all here." T.K.A now has numerous classes for you to select from, and each class and course has its own space. You will be prompted to select a course sometime tomorrow."

"So, have fun exploring; there isn't much more to say. Although there will be special events hosted within the school, the dates and times of such events, as well as the guidelines for such activities, may be found in the main office. That of which you all passed when entering the building, I shall now take my leave, happy exploring."

The man dressed in fancy beautiful attire stated, as he departed from the gymnasium. Within the center of the room, another man took the other's position. His hair seems messier than Dallas', and he possesses dark bags beneath his brown eyes.

"Hello, my name is Earl Ligier, and before courses begin...tomorrow, we would like...to have your physical and...magical prowles documented onto...key cards." Whenever the unprofessional man paused, he would somewhat drift off.

"May we inquire as to what the key cards will be utilized for?" One of the numerous students on the bleachers shouted. The man took longer than usual to answer this time, and when he did, he simply said one word, "Access."