You were a princess, except, you weren’t the princess everyone would wish to be. Your dad was the King of Nightandale, or more commonly known as the most mysterious and cold ruler in all the lands. Not much was known about your father, only that he had one daughter, the daughter that would eventually take his throne. You grew up living a very lonely and grey childhood, No friends, no interaction in that large grey castle, only studies of dark magic and academics. That’s until you were told that for the first time, you’d be attending a public school. It was Arcadia the school of Magic and arts for all kingdoms alike…and different.

Your first day you walked in through the large grey arcs in the entrance. There were many students of all species and talents, elves, gnomes, trolls, fairies, centaurs, and of course humans. For the first time you saw lots of people your age, all interacting and socializing. Everyone had their own unique style of magic, either it ran in their family or they were born in a kingdom of specific magic origins. It took awhile, but you managed to find your class near a group of students trying to light sparks at their fingertips.

The classroom was a sight to behold. The students spoke nonstop as they waited for the teacher to arrive. An elf girl gossiped with a troll and a fairy, probably bad mouthing someone by the snarl and eye roll that drawn on her face. On the other side of the room sat of 3 human boys chatting away. Two of the boys were clearly brothers, not really paying attention to the conversation as they lit the tips of their wands like matches. The other boy looked like he was trying to make a point. He had fluffy brown hair and a fair skinned, freckled complexion. His movements were hyper and almost animated, you noticed a bow for archery strapped against the back of his chair. As he was talking, his eyes suddenly laid on you and he stopped, taking a long moment to stare as the teacher walked in and everyone was silenced.