Irvine navigated the back alleys of the town he most frequented as he looked down to the invitation letter.  How their messenger had been able to locate him despite his constant movement made him question the integrity of the locals in his head.  Though it would do him no benefit to seek payback upon them, how did he even get invited to this place anyhow?  The 'Ordinary Mythical Academy' the letter appeared official enough so it was definitely worth checking out, they clearly at least had some knowledge of his lack of social skills, the messenger had merely handed him the envelop and then left without explanation.  Irvine pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind as he adjusted the battered bag strap for the rucksack bearing what few possessions he owned.  A field was the designated meeting spot for those who couldn't fly... a field, an open space with little to no objects that would cast any shadows apart from those stood in it.  Just the idea of being out in the open was discomforting enough, Irvine tried not to think of how many people might be there, or if there'd be anyone similar to himself.

With walking being his only method of getting there Irvine have been travelling for some time before the destination was in sight.  According to the letter the headmaster would be meeting the students that had gathered there to take them to the academy.  The location of the Academy itself was clearly nowhere reachable on foot, especially with the ability of flight being a prerequisite of getting their alone.  Perhaps however there was other means than flight?  Well even if there was Irvine probably didn't have the means of using such a method.  Surely that would be why the headmaster would be meeting those that head to the field after all.  Reaching the final stretch before the field Irvine once again pulled the strap of his bag trying to shift its position as the material strained rubbing against his shoulder.

By the time he had made it over to the field it would appear that some students had already gathered at the meeting point.  This open space was an even more unwelcome location than what he had previously imagined.  There was too much, well, openness the only light struck things were those that were there, some of which weren't even human. [color=0072bc]"This was a dumb idea..."[/color] Irvine mumbled to himself as he turned to leave.  Before him however stood a silhouette of himself as he glanced behind him to see the sun at his back he sighed. [color=0072bc]"We don't need their help, we're fine as we are, we make ends meet."[/color]  Irvine exclaimed, but the silhouette of himself simply shook its head in disagreement before pushing him. [color=0072bc]"If you insist, just remember that I didn't want this."[/color]  Irvine turned again to face back towards the field as his own shadowed encroached and hung over him against the will of the light.  The shadow almost seemed to become a more dense object as it shrouded over him like a heavy cloaks hood.  All but his mouth hidden behind a shield of darkness, Irvine slowly approached the others gathered on the field.