The Green Shadow Academy's Herb Gardens were covered with a thick fog. It was impossible for a person walking in this fog to see ten steps ahead. Red hues stood out as the water droplets, concentrated on the grass, glowed under the light oozing through the gray veil.
One after another, light red stains emerged out of the gardens like a long line and reached the academy's commercial square. Even when they ended in a dead end, they kept wetting the young man's clothes lying in front of the wooden door.
In the vast square, there was no noise other than the footsteps of a few people passing by until a white-skinned girl stuck her graceful neck through the small window.
"Mel! Mel!"
A dead end, which would become one of the busiest places of the commercial square in a few hours, started the day with this name. In less than ten breaths, the door on the other side of the building opened, and Kristin, leaping out in her wrappers, got near Mel in no time flat.
