An explosion rocks the capitol city of Silvana. The citizens are thrown off their feet from the reverberations. A dust cloud spreads out across the entire span of the reigon and over the city originating from the nearby monilith of a mountain.

  At the peak of the mountain, the origin of the dustcloud, is a young man who's apperance is that of a scholar. He has brown hair cut short, brown eyes, wearing a conservative yet elegant robe. No older than twelve the boy had a handsome face and carries naught but one leatherbound book.

  Observing the furrow around him with a sort of mirthful indifference. He climbs out and looks down at the city of Silvana, crown jewel of the Silvian Empire, with excitment.

  "I can't believe I've finally completed master Tsuma's scholar training. I get to persue my own intrests now that the old mans is satified. But to really just drop me back down to this world with nothing but a "saftey" enchantment was a little fucking rude. I need to gain my own power."

  And there goes the elgant aura.

  He stood tall dusting his robe and book off then began to walk towards the city of academics. Known home of the best knights and mages in the world. For one reason and one reason only. The Silvana Academy.