August 8th, NA 98 - Thursday
As the voices of cheerful townsfolk, accompanied by the sounds of their morning duties filled the skies, travelling inside a certain young man’s home would reveal the complete opposite. Tossing and turning in his own bed, was a boy named Rowan Grey; a recently selected participant in an entirely new military academy class. Surely receiving a letter from just any academy trying to make a name for themselves wouldn’t have bugged him so much. After all, Rowan had convinced himself that he’d spend the rest of his days working to provide for his family, once he was old enough. The problem with this letter, however, was that it wasn't just some random academy who had scouted him- it was the military academy: Valoros! The boy shot up in his bed once again, as if he’d just awoken from a nightmare. Rowan would let out a sigh carrying a mixture of emotions, before turning to face the letter that lied promptly on his nightstand. As the brown-haired teen reached out for the letter, he could literally feel the same nervous sensation welling up in his chest just like last weekend. Regardless, the boy’s hands somehow managed to open the letter again, which allowed Rowan to re-read the invitation.
To the family of Rowan Grey,
I certainly hope this letter found its way to the correct household, if not, do me a favor and give this to its rightful owner. Okay, since that’s out of the way! This letter was sent to inform you, that you’ve been chosen to participate in Valoros’ newest class. A class built around the concept of recently discovered shards known as “resonants,” which I will explain more about in person, but know this, they have the ability to grant powers beyond anyone’s imagination. The reason you’ve been chosen, is simply because Valoros saw the hidden potential you possess. Of course there's a lot more to it than just that, but I'm afraid the rest is too confidential for a little invitation letter.
However, if you decide to attend, there will be a steam carriage arriving at your house around 8 AM on Thursday. Boarding it will take you straight to Valoros’ gates, where you'll get the rest of your answers. But don’t be alarmed by your fellow classmates who might also be on board the carriage, if they haven’t their own ways of transportation. You'll be seeing them a lot from now on, so don’t be shy!
~Hera
Rowan’s face held an expression of disbelief and skepticism, it was still the most informal letter he’d ever read. Half of his mind registered the letter as a prank, but the envelope actually had the Valoros stamp on it… so it was real? Shaking his head, the boy reluctantly trudged out of bed and checked the calendar on the wall. “Yep, it’s Thursday alright. But what time is it?” Rowan checked the clock that also resided on his nightstand, “7:26…” He had time to do his routine and get ready, though he could never be truly ready, since this was Valoros they were talking about. Still, Rowan did what he had to do, brush his teeth, wash up, eat and put on his everyday clothes. By the time he was finished, it was exactly three minutes before eight o’clock. He gave his family a quick goodbye, to whom luckily supported his decision and watched him step out the door. Though as he did, Rowan's eyes were immediately fixed upon the steam carriage, bearing the famous dragon emblem.
“Rowan?” The man piloting the vehicle asked.
“Yeah that’s me, Rowan Grey.”
“Welcome. Get’n back, kiddo.”
Climbing in the back of the carriage, revealed a decently sized space with only two, but capable long seats that could easily fit at least three or four people each. Since the carriage was empty, with an exception to himself, Rowan sat on the right seat and scooted all the way down to the end. Though once the carriage began to move again, Rowan couldn’t help but to twiddle his thumbs. “Ah man, this is already more nerve-wracking than I thought.”
As the voices of cheerful townsfolk, accompanied by the sounds of their morning duties filled the skies, travelling inside a certain young man’s home would reveal the complete opposite. Tossing and turning in his own bed, was a boy named Rowan Grey; a recently selected participant in an entirely new military academy class. Surely receiving a letter from just any academy trying to make a name for themselves wouldn’t have bugged him so much. After all, Rowan had convinced himself that he’d spend the rest of his days working to provide for his family, once he was old enough. The problem with this letter, however, was that it wasn't just some random academy who had scouted him- it was the military academy: Valoros! The boy shot up in his bed once again, as if he’d just awoken from a nightmare. Rowan would let out a sigh carrying a mixture of emotions, before turning to face the letter that lied promptly on his nightstand. As the brown-haired teen reached out for the letter, he could literally feel the same nervous sensation welling up in his chest just like last weekend. Regardless, the boy’s hands somehow managed to open the letter again, which allowed Rowan to re-read the invitation.
To the family of Rowan Grey,
I certainly hope this letter found its way to the correct household, if not, do me a favor and give this to its rightful owner. Okay, since that’s out of the way! This letter was sent to inform you, that you’ve been chosen to participate in Valoros’ newest class. A class built around the concept of recently discovered shards known as “resonants,” which I will explain more about in person, but know this, they have the ability to grant powers beyond anyone’s imagination. The reason you’ve been chosen, is simply because Valoros saw the hidden potential you possess. Of course there's a lot more to it than just that, but I'm afraid the rest is too confidential for a little invitation letter.
However, if you decide to attend, there will be a steam carriage arriving at your house around 8 AM on Thursday. Boarding it will take you straight to Valoros’ gates, where you'll get the rest of your answers. But don’t be alarmed by your fellow classmates who might also be on board the carriage, if they haven’t their own ways of transportation. You'll be seeing them a lot from now on, so don’t be shy!
~Hera
Rowan’s face held an expression of disbelief and skepticism, it was still the most informal letter he’d ever read. Half of his mind registered the letter as a prank, but the envelope actually had the Valoros stamp on it… so it was real? Shaking his head, the boy reluctantly trudged out of bed and checked the calendar on the wall. “Yep, it’s Thursday alright. But what time is it?” Rowan checked the clock that also resided on his nightstand, “7:26…” He had time to do his routine and get ready, though he could never be truly ready, since this was Valoros they were talking about. Still, Rowan did what he had to do, brush his teeth, wash up, eat and put on his everyday clothes. By the time he was finished, it was exactly three minutes before eight o’clock. He gave his family a quick goodbye, to whom luckily supported his decision and watched him step out the door. Though as he did, Rowan's eyes were immediately fixed upon the steam carriage, bearing the famous dragon emblem.
“Rowan?” The man piloting the vehicle asked.
“Yeah that’s me, Rowan Grey.”
“Welcome. Get’n back, kiddo.”
Climbing in the back of the carriage, revealed a decently sized space with only two, but capable long seats that could easily fit at least three or four people each. Since the carriage was empty, with an exception to himself, Rowan sat on the right seat and scooted all the way down to the end. Though once the carriage began to move again, Rowan couldn’t help but to twiddle his thumbs. “Ah man, this is already more nerve-wracking than I thought.”
