'What a pain.'
Akamir grumbled inwardly as he let out a sigh.
Looking around, he found himself standing in line alongside the rest of his class.
Their mummers filled the academy's training ground.
Most of the students looked half-awake, their uniforms slightly rumpled as the class was just after lunch.
"Haven't seen you here before." Viros, who stood beside him, mumbled. "What's the special occasion?"
"Nothing much." Akamir shrugged. "Just felt like it."
"Must be nice." Luca grumbled beside him. "Having connections to bunk any class."
"You jealous, ginger—?"
"I am not ginger!?"
"SILENCE!"
A voice boomed in the place, making them all flinch.
Akamir followed where the sound came from.
Professor Danyal stood at the front, arms behind his back, his sharp eyes scanning the row of students.
He was built like someone who had once lived on the battlefield.
The burn scars on his neck and the metal bracer on his left wrist spoke louder than any of his lectures.
