Elsword didn't belong here.

He knew that ever since he laid eyes on on his peers. Glasses, gadgets, and gizmos were commonplace, while the patronizing atmosphere made his throat constrict just a little more. It was to be expected, of course, being in Elder's most prestigious school's orientation. Elysium Academy received many applications from far away lands - even continents - to take part in the education of the research and creation of cutting edge technology.

Most of the accepted were prodigious in their own right. Aisha Landar was one, splashing the headlines through contributing to a large part of Elder's new homing missile technology. Elsword glanced at the head of neat, short purple hair, with matching, violet eyes locked earnestly on Headmaster Wally approaching the podium. She definitely was at home there, where her smarts and talents would flourish. Maybe she would end up killing off the demons in the next decade with some big red button.

The rest of the students were related to an influential person. Royalty, war heroes, and former alumni, most likely. Chung Seiker, son of Hamel's guardian, was seated next to the red headed boy. His feminine features coupled with his youthful face made him appear to be even younger. Elsword wondered if the Seiker family faked his age for an early admission.

Elsword Sieghart was also related to someone famous. Elesis Sieghart, master of the sword, famed for once slaying a hundred demons laying siege on her wounded comrades. He supposed that was why he was there, despite his mediocre (by Elesis' standards) swordsmanship and abysmal grades. Not that he deserved it, anyways.

Elsword felt a light squeeze on his hand. He turned to to see Elesis smiling in reassurance. You'll be fine, she mouthed, comforting him.

Headmaster Wally, dressed in his signature tacky, striped suit, approached the podium in the center of the stage. Despite his short, stocky stature and comical appearance, silence filled the room as his footsteps thundered towards the microphone. No one would dare disrespect the leader of the best academy in Elrios.

"Welcome, students, to Elysium Academy - the school of tomorrow," he boomed.


Despite Elesis' reassurances, Elsword did not feel better after the mentally exhausting, comprehensive orientation speech given by Wally. Particle accela - what chambers? Subcutaneous (the Hell?) nanobot manufacturing facility? Only the live, practical testing grounds made sense to the boy, but his stomach dropped when he morbidly wondered if anyone living was stranded in the middle of it. How could he even survive when he didn't know what half the words meant?

The sibling pair walked towards the dorms, eyes exploring the creamy white, ancient buildings juxtaposing the academy's scientific focus. Elsword caught his sister's frown.

"What?" he questioningly stared at Elesis.

"I know you're feeling scared of all the smart stuff everyone's doing," replied Elesis, shifting her eyes to the ground, "I'm in the same boat."

"Then why the hell are we here?" exclaimed Elsword, "We could've spent our time training, maybe even destroying a few demon camps together! Not learning Pythaga-who's theorem or whatever."

"Connections, Els, connections," she gritted her teeth, "You and I might be good knights, but we're nothing without the support of a few rich and powerful friends."

Before Elsword could reply with certain expletives towards said hypothetical friends, the two approached the dorms. Four white, gleaming stone behemoths faced them, adorned with carved columns and gaping, mahogany doors. Elsword realized each grade shared one building, so his sister wouldn't even be in the same dorm.

"Cya, Elsword," waved Elesis, walking towards the far right dormitory with a gold plated "4", "And don't you dare play League 'till five in the morning! It's the first day of school tomorrow!"


Elesis' first encounter with her roommate started off with her brain nearly fried by a ball of electricity as she walked through the door.

Luckily, her honed reflexes allowed her to dive out of the way and prevent her from becoming well done. The projectile itself exploded in the hall, releasing tendrils of electricity with a deafening Zap!.

"Holy shit!" she swore, glaring at a chrome, mechanical tripod nestled on a bed table across the room. Likely the source of the attack, due to tendrils of smoke swirling from its lifeless, green lens. The red head's eyes switched to the taller, humanoid being crisscrossed on a indigo draped bed to her left. The humanoid stared back with - her, presumably - blank, golden eyes. A cerulean gem took the place of her forehead, lightly covered with wisps of snow white hair. She apathetically shrugged in response.

"My apologies. Demy is slightly trigger happy towards new guests." the mysterious girl said, her voice infused with a metallic tinge. She then turned to work on her jade eyed creation, leaving no sign of concern towards the red head sprawled on the carpet. She was, clearly, apologetic.

"Slightly trigger happy," Elesis echoed in disbelief, "Slightly."

"I will fix Demy soon. There is a high chance it will not occur again," the white haired girl replied, resuming to fix 'Demy',

"Right."

"For your clarification: Demy will succeed in damaging its programmed target in the future."

And with that, Headmaster Wally managed to witness a new record of two students within his office within half an hour of orientation.


"Hello."

As the Elsword entered his room, he was met with a person his age, cross legged on the bed, with messy, grey hair outlining his head turned towards the boy. Golden, triangular earrings twinkled on on his ears, as a soft, innocent smile played on the grey haired boy's lips.

Elsword could swear that the person's jade eyes pierced his soul, causing a brief shiver to course through Elsword's back. Hairs stood straight on the knight's neck. Elsword may not have believed in a sixth sense, but he was pretty sure that, now, his instincts urged him to run.

"The fuck are you?" asked Elsword. Rudely, sure, but the fact that someone stalked and stared until someone entered the room warranted it.

"I am your roommate, Ainchase Weiss. Please, call me Ain," he said softly, smiling that child-like-yet-really-disturbing grin again, "I've been waiting for you, Elsword Sieghart."