The class was filling up and everybody seemed to be in good mood. No wonder, it was the first period after lunch! Nothing was worse than trying to pay attention on an empty stomach. That, and it was everyone’s favorite subject, the Grimm studies!

Prof. Port cleared his throat when the bell rang, and the class fell silent. “Good afternoon class!" he greeted the students as he walked to his favorite place in front of the desk. "You have all come to this prestigious academy with one goal in mind: To become huntsmen! And as you undoubtedly know, the most sacred duty of the huntsmen is to guard the kingdoms, our islands of tranquility is the ocean storm of our planet. They are the people that sworn to protect those who can not do so themselves. That is who you want to be!” he said, all delivered with a tad too many hand gestures.

“But first, a story!” the professor said, and several of the students who have been advised by their friends about what to expect groaned. He droned on with the story that he always told at the first class, every time with a bit more of exaggeration. Finishing up summarizing the morale of the story, he looked up at the students.

“But I look into your eyes, and I see that not all of you held such things as honor, resourcefulness and knowledge in high value, but fear not! It is not too late, and here you have an exceptional chance to show the World the goodness in your hearts! Who among you feels like standing up to the darkness that threatens to swallow us all today?” he asked, and on cue the assistants pushed a cage into the class with a snarling grimm inside. The cage was covered by a rag, obstructing the wendigo cub imprisoned inside.
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Diamond felt like her ears were going to bleed. Could this guy be any more full of himself? Did anyone tell him chivalry died centuries ago? Perhaps someone should introduce the dear professor to disco, that was still in a shallow grave. Then again, the mental image gave her the creeps.

At last he’s got to the conclusion of the story, and Diamond made a note to bring a book next time this class came up. Taking one look at the shuddering, snarling cage, she thought twice about raising a hand. Let someone else go first, see how they do. Gods knew she got her head knocked around enough already for one day.