The Fog

Zayne, Rea, and Solomon sat in the carriage as their road began. They were on their way to the northern part of the Lax River Region, heading for one of the largest Mage Academies.

"Mr. Solomon, what is the name of the academy you teach at?" Zayne asked, with genuine interest on his face.

Solomon smiled, "We are headed to a place called - Zexiton, Academy of the Arcane Power. I'll take the responsibility to tell you that our students, once they graduate, are some of the strongest mages in the entire Lax River Region."

Rea sighed, "Even though I've always disliked it, the main thing about Zexiton is the power. I mean, there are many other academies, some focus on defense, some focus on knowledge and finding rare spells, and for some the foundation is alchemy."

Zayne nodded, he understood that each academy had its own way.