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[b][center]Albretch Dwight[/center][/b]

The clouds captivated Albretch in thought. His arms slacked either side of his body, pondering over the illusion of time and all that he faced to get here. Glenda Goodwitch's words had also found its way into his mind, thinking of the names that were called out. People that at some point had been in the same situation before becoming powerful hunters and huntresses. How they'd make their first steps off the airship and into Beacon Academy, ready to challenge everything that would be thrown at them. 

Albretch then let out a sigh, looking down towards his feet. He remembered the night his parents were taken from him. He thought of how proud they'd be that he's finally attending Beacon. He'll ensure not to let them down, and that one day he'll become a mighty huntsmen, protecting those vulnerable against crooks and the Grimm.