[center][h3]March 1st, 1526 SR[/h3]
[i]"For the moon above us, the wind around us, and the flowers below us."[/i] - An unknown individual, 1526 SR[/center]

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The sun rose on another bright day in the Vaalin Union. As flowers danced amidst a windy ocean of green fields and rolling hills, the life that pulsed through the land marked a welcome beginning to the spring season. For many it was a day like any other, but for those traveling along Vaal Nero's vibrant plains and coastal cliffsides, it marked a turning point in history - for today, Wingram Academy would open its gates for the very first time, and allow a new generation to take the reins of their lives. Vaal Nero's northern roads had not seen such use in quite some time, as carriage after carriage had tread along the well-worn paths north of the clerical city for days by now. The symbol of an angelic wing and a lance crossed in an 'X' pattern would be engraved on each, immediate recognition given to the vast caravan that carried unknown variables within. The majority of students would find themselves as passengers in these carriages, each compartment large enough to fit sixteen students. Should any students try to interact with the staff steering these carriages, they would be met with blank-faced silence by these well-dressed coachmen in brown suits and top hats, fully committed to their role and their role alone.

The time was 9:00 AM, and the caravan of hopes and dreams had reached its destination after a tiresome yet uneventful two day trip from Vaal Nero's streets. The carriages would line up along the outskirts of the almost ethereal, village-like campus below. Overlooking from rocky green cliffs, the school was nestled away comfortably inside of a descending canyon of sorts, a waterfall on the horizon completing an almost otherworldly look to this place. As the coachmen each left the carriages and opened the doors of each compartment to allow students to flood out, the former carriage drivers formed an orderly line at the front by the cliff. One by one, they would reach raise their right hand skyward - and as the last of the twenty coachmen did so, a brilliant light would emerge from the ground beneath their feet. 

The stone and grass would crumble away, revealing a bridge of solid light that began to form with elaborate archways and jewel-encrusted railings. It would quickly stretch down, all the way to the campus below; upon touching the campus grounds, it would all at once lose its heavenly glow and turn into solid oak. Upon this transmutation, the coachmen would step away from the wide bridge downward, raising their arms towards it as if beckoning them to descend. Many students would appear confused by this, uncertain, while others either cautiously or brazenly began their descent.

"Welcome to Wingram Academy," a woman's voice would echo from below, deeper down within the academy, yet loud enough to be heard rippling across the entire student body. "Orientation is to begin in the auditorium at 10:00 AM sharp. We're already a little past nine, so I trust you all understand what that means, yes?"

A silence, for but a moment, would linger from the woman - as if either giving time for the words to set in or for a response - before she would continue with the same boom.

"The first day of any job is always the most chaotic, so your first task as a student of Wingram will be to take your seat in the auditorium on time. Those who arrive even a second late will be taking a carriage home immediately and may try again next year. Best of luck!"