"Ahem…" Solomon cleared his throat, in front of Lura, Nyleah and Nazeem. "...I believe this news will be a bit sour… But I've decided to send the three of you off. You'll each be sent separately to train with someone who specializes in your specific talents." Lura's head turned red, Nazeem's eyes widened, and Nyleah's vision grew blurry from forming tears. Lura shouted out, "Hell no! No way! First you send off Kil, now this!?" Master Gannon tapped her on the shoulders. She turned around to face him. His eyes were filled with a saddened look, and he shook his head. Lura got the message that she should keep her cool, so Lura managed her temper and brought her gaze to the ground. Just then, three people walked through the door behind them. A wizard, a swordsman and a bowmaster appeared before them. "I wish the three of you… the best of luck."
