[i][b]Zephyr[/b][/i]

Zephyr strode purposefully through the forest, not wanting to lose any more time than he already had. It was getting slightly darker, and the fog in the forest only thickened as he continued to walk. He could sense the conflicted nature of plants as he passed, affected by his demonic nature, but also by the fact he was a Druid. Destruction and healing was an odd and unusual combination, Zephyr knew. But he made it work. His abilities made the trip through the forest fairly easy, brambles on the ground shying away as if they were respectfully clearing a path for him. 

Coming to what seemed to be a clearing, Zephyr paused and scanned the area suspiciously. It seemed there'd been a battle of sorts that had taken place. Blood, scorch marks, gouges in the earth. He allowed himself a small smirk, sensing the intents of the battle, or battles. So he was going to be tested? Brilliant.[i]Bring it on,[/i] he thought, rolling his shoulders. He kept walking, more alert this time. Even with the extra attention, he was still surprised when a dark figure barrelled into him, knocking him to the ground. He leapt up again, looking around when he spotted the shade between the trees a few metres away. [i]A shade? With substance?[/i] He noted with surprise, but then dismissed it. If it had physical substance, well, that just made it easier to hit.

He sprang up brambles next to the shade, which erupted out of the ground and nearly trapped the shade, but it was gone at the first noise. Zephyr groaned, but then whirled around as he heard a crack behind him. He was just in time to throw his scaled fist at the shade, stopping it in its tracks. There was none of the satisfying crunch you got from punching humans or virtually anything else, but he knew he'd made a solid connection, creating enough force to send it flying back towards a tree. He didn't waste any more time after that, splitting the tree the shade hit into two and quickly wrapping the remains around the shade, compressing until the shade dissolved into ashes that then disappeared. Fighting back the mild nausea that came from destroying plants, he strode over to the tree and healed the trunk. It kept its new mangled shape, but was vibrant and alive once more by the time he was done. Turning to face the iron wrought gates that now loomed out of the fog, he heard a ringing voice.

[i][b]"Congratulations, Zephyr. You have completed the final step for your acceptance into Rosewood. Performance Rank: B."[/b][/i]

[i]A B? Really?[/i] Zephyr rolled his eyes and walked through the gates as they swung open for him and slammed shut behind him. For the first time, he looked around at the school with interest. There was no other word for it- Rosewood was majestic. It looked every bit the prestigious school, deserving the renown it had throughout Mystia. By this time, the line of students was fairly short. He stepped into line, still observing the students around him. He made sure nothing showed on his face but mild boredom, but noted with interest the elves, Nocturnes and other creatures he saw. He'd never seen so many different creatures in one place.

Once at the front, the elf at the desk gave him a warm smile. [i][b]"Finally made it, eh? Please give me your name, race, class, rank and chosen electives."[/b][/i]

[i]"Zephyr. Demon. Druid. Magical History and Potion Making. Rank B."[/i] Zephyr gave the answers quickly and shortly, and just as quickly the elf typed in the data. As he did, a necklace appeared on the desk beside him. Made of an purplish metal, it had what seemed to be a long serrated tooth as a pendant, made of lightning ridge black opal. A thin thread of the metal snaked around the tooth.
Picking up the necklace, Zephyr noticed 10-H inscribed on one of the necklace links.

[b][i]"That's your dorm room, make sure you keep this necklace with you at all times."[/i][/b] The elf told him. With a noncommittal grunt, Zephyr nodded and strode away towards the portal, still looking around him.