THE ORIENTATION

The expansive auditorium of Doohleen Academy resonated with the palpable excitement of a new academic year. The air was thick with the promise of discovery and camaraderie as the latest cohort of students eagerly awaited their turn to become part of the institution's storied legacy. Among them stood Shayne Mei-zart, a figure of unassuming grace, a newcomer from the Eastern zone's town of Hwarthings.

The orientation day had dawned, and with it came the time-honored tradition that marked the induction of each fresh face into the vibrant tapestry of Doohleen's student body. Shayne, with a mix of determination and nerves, found himself summoned to the forefront of the class. A single spotlight bathed him in its glow, casting his silhouette against the backdrop of eager faces.

"I am Shayne Mei-zart," he began, his voice steady despite the gaze of many eyes upon him. "Hailing from Hwarthings in the Eastern zone, I've embarked on this journey to Doohleen Academy with a singular purpose—to acquire the skills and knowledge necessary to become a Mythe being, dedicated to safeguarding Vegras."

However, in the midst of Shayne's earnest proclamation, the mischievous undercurrent of the beginners class surfaced in the form of Scot. Unbeknownst to Shayne, the notorious provocateur had seized the opportunity for jest. "A Mythe being from the impoverished Mei-zart lineage?" Scot jeered, his tone dripping with mockery. "How is that even remotely possible?" The reaction was immediate—the room erupted in laughter, the sound echoing off the polished walls.

Amid the chaos, Mrs. Phianq, the seasoned beginners class teacher, asserted her authority with a swift strike of her cane against her wooden table. "Quiet!" she commanded, her stern gaze sweeping across the unruly assembly. "Scot, stand up, raise your hands, open your mouth, and close your eyes." The class fell into an uneasy silence as Scot, caught in the act, reluctantly assumed the awkward posture of his punishment.

Seizing the moment, Shayne, with a subtle nervousness, endeavored to reclaim the narrative. "I expect to become one," he stammered, his words breaking through the remaining ripples of laughter.

Mrs. Phianq, a figure embodying both sternness and warmth, intervened, signaling an end to Scot's punishment and allowing Shayne to continue. "Okay, Shayne, you can proceed," she declared, her watchful eyes conveying a mix of encouragement and expectation.

In the wake of this interruption, Shayne delved deeper into his aspirations, "I expect to become one." His words, now carrying a newfound resolve, resonated within the auditorium, weaving into the fabric of the academy's history.

Mrs. Phianq welcomed Shayne Mei-zart officially to the academy, her words a blend of sage advice and challenge. "Work hard to fulfill your dreams," she imparted, her gaze piercing through the uncertainty that lingered in Shayne's eyes. The class absorbed her words, the atmosphere shifting from amusement to a more profound acknowledgment of the journey ahead.

As Shayne, with his striking features—a fair complexion, a cute curved face, curly dark hair, and brilliant black eyes—absorbed the moment, he found himself immersed in a sea of unfamiliar faces. The academy, with its grandeur and complexity, offered a canvas of new experiences, challenges, and perhaps, unexpected camaraderies that awaited him in this uncharted chapter of his life. The echoes of laughter now transformed into the soundtrack of a promising beginning, marking the commencement of Shayne Mei-zart's odyssey at Doohleen Academy