The radiant light of the morning sun filtered through the lush canopy, providing warmth to the small group of Magi gathered in the grove by Marian Lake.
On a sturdy boulder, an old man wearing dark robes and a cape that seemed to be made up of countless raven feathers looked at the three young teenagers before him with a gentle smile.
These three were the most promising Mana Foundation-level students at Saratoga Castle, so Marcus had taken it upon himself to personally guide them. The three were also born and brought up in Ravenfell, their families bound to the city by a long and storied lineage.
An elven boy, a human girl, and finally a human boy.
Hmm, now how should I begin? Marcus closed his eyes and stroked his beard, pondering.
Today was their first day of training. So, the Headmaster thought of starting with something simple. However, before he had the chance to, the young elf with ash blond hair suddenly shot him an intense glance.
"Mentor," he said, "are you strong?"
