As the sun shines through my room and beam directly into my eyes I wake up with a feeling of dread and anxiety that surpasses any I've ever felt before. The reason? School. Or rather Military School. To be precise the Arcane Military Academy of An'Amse. Not that I should complain, really. Once I am enrolled at the academy I could eat thrice a day without having to worry about my next meal. A decent roof above my head. And as an added bonus I'd be able to learn how to harness my talents. So, why am i feeling this way? Well, let me introduce myself first.
My name is Mathos. And I live in the slums of the kingdom's capital, An'Amse By royal decree, anyone who is right of age that can harness arcane energy must undergo military training and service of at least two years. But the Military Academy is the last place I want to be now that I'm 18. Especially now that a war is brewing. A large scale war. One that affects the entire continent. Going on the front lines to fight a war started by squabbling nobles is not the way I want to die. But there is no escaping the inevitable. I must go to the Military Academy and train to become a soldier and hopefully survive the war and die of old age.