It had been a few hours after the Tieflings had left, leaving Isabel alone in her corner. Her eyes focused on a sketch of something. The painting was ugly, unable to show any notable. But for her, it was good enough for a six years old kid. 
[color=00FFFF] “Soon, we will be free. " [/color]

Lifting her head up from the notebook, Isabel saw a bird-like enchanted object looking at her. It looks very similar to a real bird, with black feathers and yellow beak. Even the way it moves is similar to a real bird. But there was something fake that Isabel could not only tell, maybe because it looks too real to be real. Suddenly, human words came out from that bird beak, before exploding into million pieces. Although it is only an enchanted parchment, the power of the teachers still interested Isabel. Isabel stared at what was left of the bird or the enchanted parchment before started to pack up her stuff. In her mind, she planned for this is going to be nothing more than a quick 15-minute trip.

Isabel quickly finished her meal. She did not notice how beautiful the place was, how tasty the food was, the topics of the students around her discussing with each other. She was the first to leave that place. The sound of someone calling her as “weirdo” can be heard as she walked out of that place. For Isabel, that place was nothing more than a place of hell. The image of people talks just because of the sake of talking sickening her. And all of those smile that others are carrying on their face disgusted her. They were ignorant like those peasants. They spent their time doing useless work while there are almost an unlimited amounts of knowledge waiting for them to discover. They have talent and they chose to speak rather than study. It is their fate that their name will be forgotten, washed away in the river of time. But not all, and definitely not Isabel.

Walking down the hallway, Isabel quickly got into her room and cleaned all her stuff on the ground. Suddenly, some odd noise can be heard. But being a person that never want to deal with other problems, Isabel ignored the strange noise that seems to come from the wall. Turning the pages in her notebook, Isabel smiled. But there was something different about her. Something unknown yet dangerous. 
[color=00FFFF] “Now, shall we get started then.” [/color]