A short figure paced across the cobblestone floors of a dark, dusty castle. His tattered cape trailed across the surprisingly spotless floor, and he placed a weathered leather boot on an inactive portal. "This portal has been inactive for centuries!" Moaned the figure to his lackey. In a rage, he tore the magical sheet offthe portal. He threw it down, then hesitated and glanced hopefully at the portal for a millisecond, then sighed and went to sleep.
"Aha!" Shelby exclaimed. She batted her friend, Scratch, with a harmless paw and yelled, "Gotcha!" Scratch fell to the ground, then sprung up. "Class time!" She announced and ran off to classes. As Shelby was walking, her friend Kam crept up and her and yelled, "Boo!" Shelby instinctively jumped and unsheathed her long claws. "Just me, silly," Kam chuckled, smiling. They walked in silence to classes, mentally preparing themselves for the verbal beatdowns they would most likely get in class. Millions of new cadets were flocking to classes, carrying heavy-looking bags and loads of paperwork. Shelby sat down at the wooden desk to her side and pulled out a mechanical pencil. After a few minutes, there were a few mutters of where's the teacher? And is she dead? The ground started shaking in violent convulsions, and all the cadets' training instincts kicked in. The sky turned black and clouds crept towards the ever-floating island. A mysterious hooded figure with suspicious markings on his face was being projected into the sky. "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaahhahaahahahahah," he laughed obviously victorious. "I have your precious teacher now!" He gloated.
