Trey sighed as he threw another throwing star at the ceiling of his new dorm, lying down in his brand new bed as his dad searched over all the furniture just one last time. His father was a large man, but one look at him told you everything you needed to know about him. From his white hair which seemed to shine with a holy light to his impressive size, about 6'2, which just screamed that this was a strong warrior. But through it all was a gentleness, you looked at this man and knew he wasn't just a warrior, he was a hero. His dad had just put down the last of Trey's books on his bookshelf and was looking over at Trey with the same nervous expression he has had on all day. He'll probably be asking the question in 3, 2, 1...

"Are you sure you haven't forgotten anything at home Trey? Your mom can always pop over and grab it for you really quickly." Trey rolled his eyes as his dad asked if he needed anything from his room for the third time today. He rolled out of bed and got to his feet, giving him a hug to try and comfort the nervous man.

"Dad. I'm fine, seriously. If I ever need anything, I'll call you or mom ok?" Speaking of the woman, she strolled into the room followed by a floating platform of darkness carrying a box of clothing. She was a imposing figure, with a visible darkness clinging to her at all times. She had jet black hair that rolled past her waist, but if one looked closely they could tell it wasn't quite hair at all. It was closer to strands of shadow that imitated hair.

"Lay off the boy Sigmund, he's not a 6 year old. He knows how to take care of himself, right Trey?" He would never admit it, but Trey liked his mom best. She knew how to give him his space and didn't baby him like his dad did. "All joking aside Trey, make sure to call if you ever need anything. I'll be over before you can even hang up!" She laughed boisterously as she clapped Trey on the back, a small "Ooph" escaping his lips as he disengaged from his hug.

"Sure thing mom." He replied as he hugged her as well, breaking it off after a few seconds of silence. His mom took his dad by the hand and waved as the darkness began to surround both of them, pulling them into the ground and leaving no trace they were ever there aside from his mom's lingering perfume. Trey sighed and picked up the book his dad had set down. A tome on energy conservation and casting spells efficiently. One of his mom's old tomes most likely, his dad wasn't the mage type.

He put the book back down and walked over to his guitar, tuning it to pass the time while he waited for his roommate, whoever that may be.