Renais Boarding School

Prologue

Innes let a deep frustrated sigh escape through his perfectly thin lips. He elegantly stood in the front of the school, titled, "School for the Sacred Stones", which was a boarding school for those who missed quite a few lessons due to the war. Sadly, Innes was one of them.
Luckily, so was Ephraim.
Since this was a boarding school, Innes naturally figured he would be able to dorm with his rival since he was but a prepubescent teen. Rivals of lances, bows, swords, girls, you name it, Ephraim was his bitter rival until the end.
However, these were dorm assignments, and, sadly, Innes was not his roommate. Instead, this boy named Joshua was his 'buddy'. Huh. He tried to recall this boy's face, thinking something along the lines of, "Wasn't he that prince of Jehanna?"
He shrugged it off and looked up and down the list for the name of Ephraim. His sister's name brushed by his eyes, and her roommate's name looked something like Neimi. Oh well, he couldn't be bothered with his sister's friends right now.
There. Ephraim. He carefully looked over next to his name…
Lyon. His mind felt like bursting out, yelling, screaming, crying, angrily tearing up the paper. How horrible! Oh, he felt like yelling.
"Brother?" a strangely familiar voice cooed his nickname only one person could call him – Tana. He glanced over at her huge, blue, bubbly eyes, sending those 'I want it' waves through his body.
He had no time to grumble and ask what she wanted, for that lyrical, soothing voice quickly rushed through his eardrums, making his heart flutter and fly away.
"So it's you." Ephraim had appeared in front of the building, and tagging along was his sister, Erika. She squealed a girlish squeal and ran to her best friend, in which Tana made the same noise and hugged her joyfully.
He always wondered how they could make those loud noises.
"Hmph," Innes huffed, "so we meet again." This instantly changed Ephraim's slightly cheery expression to one slightly sarcastic, and his slightly thick lips formed a straight line.
"Oh, so we don't see each other for just a month and you're already stirring things up," he remarked, "Typical, typical Innes."
The next part for Innes was a simple blur of another rivalry they had: how many smart remarks they could throw at each other before one either gave up or their sister forced them to stop.
"Lowly pig!"
"Hold your tongue, lowlife!"
"Oh, shut up, Mister 'I'm a weak arrow thrower!"
"Oh yeah?! You can take my arrow and shove it up your. . ."
Innes heard footsteps approaching at a rapid pace, and angry footsteps at that. The owner of the footsteps, the little dwarf Dozla, appeared to his perfect eyesight much sooner than Ephraim's 'I need glasses' eyesight.


'Huh,' he thought, 'perhaps I'll use that in the next fight we have.'
"Gwa ha ha, look L'arachel," he called, signaling to the Rausten drama queen, or rather, princess, who followed closely behind him. Her arrogant demeanor quickly filled the air, making both Ephraim and Innes focus on something else.
"Well, this year sure will be fun. . .partner." Ephraim made a cold remark before he and his sister mounted their horses and galloped away.
If Innes could've thrown a pillow at his rival, he would've.