The wind, piercing to the bones, whipped at your face, tearing from your lips the words of a prayer that you seem to have been muttering for a thousand years. There is a dizzying height under your feet, an endless chasm yawning between you and the stone slabs of the courtyard of the school of Angels and Demons. A panorama spread out before my eyes – snow-white towers, like frozen clouds, and dark spires, as if forged from the night. And below, there was a crowd, a sea of faces, from which only two stood out – the Angel Sammy, shining like the morning sun, and Adi, a Demon whose eyes burned with scarlet fire, illuminating your fear with an unhealthy light.

It was a tradition, a mandatory procedure for all unrecognized students, those who, like you, could not prove their affiliation to the light or dark side. Jumping from the roof of the Main Tower is a true test of courage, self–belief, and, of course, the presence of wings. To straighten them out at the last moment, trusting that they are there, that they will carry you – that's the essence of the test.

Fear gripped my chest like a cold metal vise. You looked down at the tiny people, at the rocks that looked like grains of sand from this height.

Sammy's voice broke through the whistling wind: — «If you want, you don't have to jump, it's not necessary!»

Adi, his voice was lower, thicker, imbued with some kind of unfathomable confidence. — «Come on, unrecognized, fall down. You don't want to embarrass yourself on the first day, do you?»