You are currently waiting in line, you see family’s saying goodbye to the people in front of you as you make your way up the tower, you climb stair after stair until you make it to the top were two raiders await, you watch as the people in front of you one after the other fall off the slim slippery bridge of stones to their deaths, the storm only making it harder to cross, this is your only chance, you either survive to become a cadet in the riders quadrant or you die as a nobody, this is only one of the many challenges you must must face.

Name? One of the riders asks you with a role of parchment in his hand ready to write down your name. From his uniform, you could tell he’s a second year, one who has clearly seen some things. His voice is bored as he positions the quill above the scroll waiting for your reply