A boy, rather small for his age would slip out of his grey sheeted bed as his alarm clock blared with the fury of war drums. He would gently tap the floating, blinking sphere with care, causing it to simply vanish as he straightened his posture. Slowly but surely, the light brown haired boy would undress, donning a black uniform completed with a Gremlin cape clasp. He would then move to the bathroom, making short work of brushing his teeth and combing his hair.
Downstairs, the child would find a small plate of roasted roots and chopped plants. He'd smile a small bit, eagerly scarfing down the food. At the same time, a short, lovely woman with waist length hair the color of her sons and deep, warm blue eyes would step into the room. The lady would laugh, gently stroking her little boy's head as he stood up and brushed off his half cape. "Ready for your first day at Foxfire, I see?" The mother would chuckle as she bent down to kiss her child's cheek. Nodding relentlessly, the boy would smile, his icy blue eyes glowing. 'His fathers eyes..' the beautiful elf thought, a haunted look ghosting her face. Shaking her head, she would quickly recoil from the thought. This was her son, and her son alone. Her former husband had made that much clear.
Rising to her full height once more, the woman, who bore the name Morgana Quinel, would ruffle her child's hair, pride swelling in her chest as she gazed at him. "Run along now, my child. You have a very big day today." She'd whisper affectionately. "I know!" He'd chirp, quickly scrambling for his bag and running out of the door to his house. "I love you mom!" He'd call as he bolted for the Leap Master. Adjusting his Nexus, the boy would take a deep breath, leaping off to Foxfire for his first day! A warm glow soon enveloped the small kids body as he glistened away, reappearing at the front of a crowded set of pyramid like buildings that glowed in all of their crystal glory, two silver towers flanking either side of the magnificent structure.
A sea of students swam around him, their voices drowning out even the most basic of his thoughts. Excitedly, he'd make his way through the mass of kids, pushing and being pushed until he reached the front. Blue eyes wide, he'd stare up at a towering silver stage guarded by large brute like Goblins. He was stunned with both fear and aw, mouth gaping open at the regal sight. It wasn't long before his admiration was cut short by the blaring of Kaskada Trumpets that silenced the crowed of unruly kids, drawing the hundreds of pairs of bright blue eyes towards the stage. Seven regal figures clad in bronze capes, encrusted in lavish, sparkling jewels took the stage, standing side by side. Gasps shook the ocean of level ones, excited whispers rippling through the mass like waves.
These seven elves made up the Council of the growing nation. Mavilin O' Mar, a tall, lanky, tanned elf with cinnamon hair, and straight bangs that covered her eyes. She was a Pyros. Fallon Codin, a medium height elf with crystal clear blue eyes and black hair styled into a rather unfashionable bowl cut. He was the leading technopath. Vahalin Petrov, an elf with long golden locks and sharp features, her eyes glowed like sapphires at the bottom of the sea. She functioned as a powerful Mesmer. Sphyntix Roylan, a male with shoulder length oak colored hair tied into a neat pony tail was the Council's Telepath. Perceval Shanderson, a Guster with well groomed blonde hair that was always slicked back was the most recent addition to the Council. Then, there was Hestia Banks, a Councilor who's hair color pretty much changed daily. While some considered her unprofessional and inexperienced, there was no denying she was by far the most skilled Froster their race had ever produced. And finally, there was Lucas Vacker, a Shade with white, almost silver hair that framed his face and warm teal eyes.
They cleared their throats in unison, silencing the murmurs of the children as quicker than you could stay Chocolate Cake. "Students of Foxfire. We welcome you to your first year here. The council is pleased to see our race flourishing, delighted by the new crop of students that come here every year. And every year, we let you, the youngest generation in this establishment know, that we, the Council, are not only proud of you all, but that we expect very much of you. You, children, are elves. You are smart, you are skilled, you are good hearted. Every single one of you is the feature of our race. So in your time at this school we implore you to try your hardest to better yourselves so that you may one day, better the nation!" Councilor Malivin would address, her voice booming across the crowed. The light haired boy would stand speechless as the Councilors glittered away.
"Students! Makes a single file line!" A teacher would call, snapping him back to reality. The blue eyed boy would smile, jumping into line with a few other kids of various sizes and builds. One of them, a boy with light orange hair who was missing a tooth would smile at the shorter boy beside him. "Hi!" He'd greet enthusiastically. "Hello!" The other would smile, just as happily. Before they could exchange further the kids were corralled into Foxfire and seated in an open room.
Sessions were done in groups of four here. Professors stepped out one by one, summoning the children in their groups for their first period sessions. The small boy with light brown hair and icy blue eyes would remain in the last group, along with the ginger kid, and two girls who seemed to be twins, whispering amongst themselves.
"And last but not least, we have Lord Anderson's group." A pretty woman with flowing dirty blond hair would announce. "Vicky and Penny Nail, please stand." The Dame of Foxfire would command, causing the twins to rise, each smiling, eyes almost overflowing with awe as they greeted Lord Anderson, a tall male with slightly pointed ears and curly black hair. "Owen Hevar." She'd call. This time the red rose to his feet, walking over to their mentor. "And last but not least..." Dame Joan would finish. "Bronte Quinel." Bronte would stand to his feet, heart racing and eyes glowing as he made his way over to his Mentor and group. The first step he took was small and silent. Little did anyone know, that step had as good as changed the world forever.