In a shadowy, lone corner of the Academy, Seraph was sitted, reading the book. "So, this is how magic started...", he spoke to himself. His stomach growled a little, but he decided to stay there. He didn't wanted to go at the cafeteria. "I guess I have to eat something... Well, [i]that[/i] is the only thing to feed me now...", he said. Using his powers, he manipulated hatred and created a dark red crystal. He grabbed the crystal and ate it. For a normal human, that was nonsense. But, after living all those years with almost nothing, Seraph had to eat those crystals. So it was normal to him. Soon, he heard some footsteps near that corner. [i]T-There is someone coming... I better get going.[/i], he said, grabbing his book and running a little back into the direction it came.