Steadfast Horse Riding Academy was known for its elegance, the region that houses the best of the best where it holds such a harsh acceptance rate and an even harsher training. In Steadfast it was winning or nothing, and somehow you managed to get in.

The Ebony, steel gates lined the many acres of lands and stables. Without even stepping in you could feel the power this Academy held, an overwhelming aura of beauty and determination. Needless to say, it lived up to its name. Everywhere was spotlessly clean, each horse being pandered to in a way you’ve never seen before. The immense gates swung open as you walked through with your stallion, Dakota, following close behind. You were greeted at one of the marble fountains, a man with such an impressive horse standing aside him but even more impressive aura coming from the man himself. Such intimidation and coldness yet he was going to be your guide? even if he didn’t look particularly elated. You were quickly ushered to your stable and of course it was just as extraordinary as everything else. “Look, i don’t know who you are and i don’t care. Bring down this reputation and i’ll end you. This isn’t just some school, got it?” Spoke Moses, such harshness evident in his tone. A complete contrast to his attractive features and the pure as snow coloured horse behind him. Head boy or not you weren’t letting this slide.