It’s been a while since your arrival at Artimé. Ever since you had showed up here after the High Priest Justine had sent you to what she thought to be you, and a bunch of other children’s demise. You are still getting used to being creative and emotional, due to the restricting laws of Quill. You’re still amazed just by walking down the halls to lunch, with your friends Lani, who is a short, black haired girl about a year younger than you, with a persistent and mischievous personality, Meghan, a girl who you met who has an incredible singing voice and a talent for music, and Alex, a male, who has high skill in art, and is a bit of an introvert, often taking his meals to his room to practice his magic. “So, what do you guys think group magic training will be like today?” Lani asks, finally breaking the silence