He clutched the old mahogany case in his hand, prizing his new birthday present. He hadn't looked at it yet, he was in too much of a hurry to get to school for his first day. He almost jogged down the avenue, the old rotten case swinging back and forth in his enclosed palm. He smiled. Today was going to be a good day....he hoped.
"Old, you don't look over twenty. Nonsense, I'll stay here with you, I can afford the time. Gates don't open for registration until almost noon-time. Thats about an hour...plenty of time to walk there."
The city was huge, it covered the entire island, and the academy sat proud and dominant in the center. It was the most pretiogous academy for combat in all of Aalon.
"I'm not suprised you noticed. It's late second age inspired...there's a tad of Elven influence in the gardens, but nothing compares to the imposing facades of Dwarven architecture....except Draconic architecture."
He smiled. He'd read all about the Draconic society, which had gone extinct some time ago. They had constrcuted the finest buildings in all of Aalon, including Ruby Castle, capital of Tlyvary, the most stunning and perfect structure any race would ever lay on eyes on.