[u][color=aba000][h1]Leval Lamrue[/h1][/color][/u]

Leval closed the door of his beaten up, old family car, placing the letter with his map on the seat beside him. He looked back at the rest of the his family, gathered on the lawn. There his mother waved him on last tearful goodbye and his father gave him a proud nod, the rest of his large family yelling out their farewells. Leval gave one final wave of his hand, started the car, and headed out onto the road. As he rounded the corner he sniffled slightly and rubbed at his eyes with one hand. Luckily he had plenty of time to get himself composed. The field indicated on his map was only a few hours away by car and it would be easy enough to get there quickly. He took his car up onto the highway and, with a slight wave of his hand, conjured up another rider in the car to sit in the passenger's seat. That done, he moved past the busy single driver lanes and entered into the relatively faster carpool lane to his destination.  His eyes kept glancing to his rear view mirror with the packed gifts of his family, gratitude mixed with nervousness coloring his thoughts. [color=aba000][i]'How on earth did I get accepted into such a place? I didn't even send an application...'[/i][/color] 

He turned the radio on to one of the countless top 40 stations hoping the usual repetitiveness would help him keep his mind off it. But still doubts plague his mind. What if they had accepted him as a mistake? Or what if he got there and they decided that he wasn't good enough? Would he really be able to keep up with the other students? He had heard stories of some of the beings that attended the schools. Fantasy creatures of all types out of both legend and nightmare resided in its walls. Even the place itself seemed like it must be incredibly powerful. According to the maps he had received the academy resided in the clouds themselves. Leval was at a loss to explain how even that feat was done, let alone how it was kept hidden. These thoughts kept him occupied as the miles dwindled before him. Taking the carpool lane ended up being a wise decisions, he cut almost a full hour off of his estimated travel time before arriving at his destination. He parked at a small lot just off the side of the road.

He gulped slightly, then slapped his hands to both sides of his face. [color=aba000]"Okay Leval, you got this. You hear me? You-Can-Do-This!"[/color] His attempt at self-cheer-leading surprisingly successful, he exited the car and... He was flying the sky. His short wings cutting effortlessly through the wind rising to meet the clouds with the crisp scent of the sea beneath him. The great rainbow ahead of him reflected below so one could not know where the sky and sea met, merging to become one beautiful serene moment in time. His wings spread to take a dive when music began to play. Familiar music. [color=aba000][i]'Is that from the Greatest Showman?'[/i][/color] The thought ripped him from the psychic landscape and as he came to he realized that his body was also diving arms outstretched. He fell directly onto his face. 

Quickly hopping up, face somewhat pink with embarassment, Leval grabbed his things from the trunk. He donned the black cloak his mother had given him, feeling its soft weight on his shoulders comforting him, proud of his family's symbol emblazoned on the back and second, smaller one over his heart. Carrying his bags and staff over to the field with the others, Leval marveled at the different supernatural beings. The massive dragon exuded nothing but power and authority seemingly come to life from Arthurian legend. Floating creatures played and sang with their magic. Glowing animals all around. It was as incredible as it was intimidating. Leval stood off to the side trying to draw more attention to himself. 

[color=f7976a][h1][u]Wakefield[/u][/h1][/color]
Wakefield walked in perfect sync with the steady beat of time. He could feel it in his parts every second, minute, and hour that passed was noted, recorded and dismissed. He had received his invitation and he would arrive at the perfect time. Not a moment before and not a moment after. There were various other being in the meeting location, but Wakefield ignored all of them. He stood perfectly still staring up at the sky with only his right foot being the exception. It tapped against the ground and another second passed each time it struck. He would gain the power he needed here. He refused to be anyone else's possession. He would gain all the strength he would need to live his own life free of the chains of servitude.

[color=00a651][h1][u]Professor Cium[/u][/h1][/color]
If a skeleton could giggle, Professor Cium would make a toddler who has just discovered giggle jealous. Instead, he grinned to himself. He was so excited to meet all of his new students he could hardly stand it. He had taken the week off before just to make sure he was ready to make the right impression. He could hear the muffled voices coming from above. He would delight them all with his perfect introduction. It was time. Professor Cium burst from the shallow grave he had dug himself into, dirt flying off him with the sudden motion. His dirty bleach white bones looked more like claws of a great beast than anything else. His usually crisp and clean suit was covered in mud. More dirt rained off his perfectly white skull as he twisted his body towards the nearest group of students and projected his voice at them! [color=00a651]"Finally! I have been so BONELY!"[/color] His jawbone lowered expectantly and his finger bones clacked together as he did a skeleton version of a snap directly into double finger guns. He held the pose waiting for the no doubt huge applause that would follow his entrance.