[h3][color=gray]Mortem[/color][/h3]

[i]"Silverspell is the only place that accepts you now. You are too outdated, too old for this new world, new society. Join us, and we will help you find a purpose in your immortal life."[/i]

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It had been two years since. And yet the palace ground remained the same: old, desolated and haunted. The reason was simple: the myth of a tragic imperial guard of the old empire that was slaughtered and was brought back to life to continue guarding it for eternity had etched deep into the minds of the people, and was told generations to generations from parents to child. No one even dared to get near it, even when that skeleton is gone now. Staring with memories of the relics of an old, once prosperous empire, Mortem could not help but remember the days when he was still alive and passionate with his work and life. Now he is reduced to a rustic skeleton in a few hundred years old golden armor. The handsomeness of his youth, his body, his family, all gone.

[i]"Come on, let's go."[/i]

Said Cerberus, his familiar, as he waved his tail to transmit his telepathic message to the undead swordsman, telling him that it's time to go back, to the university, where he would continued his studies to become what he was trying to become. Mortem nodded, as a portal opened for him and his hound familiar to walk through, disappearing without a trait after they both did so.

From a dusty and abandoned palace, seconds later, they had arrived on a freezing old, windy mountain, in front of a large metal gate. On top of the gate, a few words could be seen in a form of molded metal, saying...

[i]"Welcome back, to Silverspell University."[/i] Cerberus said, telepathically. 

Mortem took out a note and a pen from beneath his collar, and wrote with quick haste.

[color=gray]'Feels good to be back.'[/color]

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[color=gray]'Cerberus'[/color]
 
Mortem showed his note to the hound, who was trotting relaxingly behind him. 

[i]"Yes?"[/i]

[color=gray]'Do you mind telling me who I will be sharing the dorm with this year?' [/color]

The note was not beautifully written, but it was very fast, to the point that Cerberus did not have to waste time waiting for Mortem to respond.

[i]"Uhh..."[/i] He searched in his memories. [i]"You will be living with two Lycans, one male and one female. Apparently, the female one isn't Lycan, but is closely associated. So basically, you'll be living with two wolfs."[/i]

Mortem's head jerked down a little bit, in acknowledgement, and a little disappointment. He had expected to be living with someone more open. He had nothing against Lycans, but to his experience, they were suspicious creatures, and usually were traditionalists who weren't very open-minded to accept strange creatures like him. But who knows, this is a university for the supernatural. They must have had some good reasons so that the university would accept them here. Perhaps they are different from those he knew.

The wooden door leading to his dorm knocked Mortem out of his train of thoughts. He looked again, at the number labelled on the door itself. 

520

Great! He's at the right place.

He wondered if his roommates are here yet? 

Silently opening the door, the undead skeleton walked in, without making a sound, in spite of his heavy metallic armor. Not having noticed the male Lycan inside the kitchen, he casually checked out the room he was assigned. Since Mortem is a special species, his room was especially designed, so unlike the others, where the students had to decide, Mortem could walk right in without any objections. 

As he had expected, the room was nothing different from the last two that he had lived in during the last two years in this school: small, cozy and convenient. The bathroom had a very nice tub for him to wash his bony body and his neat armor. He still has to keep his hygiene after all.

Noting that everything was in check, he let down his luggage and unpacked his belongings. There wasn't much, so he did so quickly, a bit too quickly. The day was still long, and his roommates did not appear to have arrived, and classes were still a week away. 

[i][color=gray]I miss the dojo.[/color][/i] Mortem thought. [i][color=gray]I should check it out.[/color][/i]

But as he walked out, he finally got a glimpse of his first roommate, a male Lycan with medium-length brown hair and a faint scar below his left eyes, who was busy doing something inside the kitchen.