The morning sun bathed the grand stage in a halo of pure gold light.
The old Vice Principal finally stopped his endless droning about tradition and began to speak what the assembled crowd of excited students actually wanted to hear.
"Mana is not a gift from the heavens. It is ammunition for the war you will all face. Out there beyond these safe walls, in the treacherous Dungeons and the hostile Frontiers, the elements do not care about your feelings or your dreams.
"Fire burns flesh without discrimination. Ice freezes blood in your veins. Lightning kills instantly and without mercy. Choosing your path today is not about picking your favorite color like some casual hobby.
"It is about choosing how you will survive when the world tries its absolute best to eat you alive."
He straightened up dramatically, sweeping his arm toward the impressive line of legendary figures standing behind him.
"Choose wisely, students. For your choice today determines your weapon tomorrow."
