How it begins.

Each of the children receive a formal letter addressed to them. When they open it, there will be a scholarship inside. There are four lines, three for the wizard and one blank one. A quill appears dripping golden ink. A spell washes over them and they sign their name. They pass out and wake up in an ancient assembly hall. It is almost nightfall.

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Airi tore opened the letter with her teeth, and her yellow toned eyes lit up. She quickly signed it, then blacked out.

She opened her eyes gently, flicking her feathers sleepily

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I wake up in an old room filled with pews. Oh great, I'm about to be given yet another lecture by some old lady who thinks I shouldn't 'Be so reckless running through the square like that.' As if I give a- I stop thinking as I see other people waking up around me. I immediately harden my expression, and make sure my scales are covered. I don't want to be found out. I worry about my scales until I see a person with purple skin and feathers. Welp, I'm not the only outcast here.

She covered her face, bracing for an impact and flinching. She tried to slink in her feathers to hide

I see the feathered one flinch and cover it's face when it notices me looking. I smirk and stand up to get a look at the rest of the people. I won't let myself get attached to anyone this time.

Keith sat up rubbing his head groaning. He cast a glance around the room, his eyes widening. He sneezed, fire igniting and dancing in the air that was then snuffed by a gust of air.

Three elderly cloaked figures appeared before the children. Mist swirled around them like snakes.

Airi let out a squeak that sounded more like a scared squirrel

I sit back down as I see the people with mist enter the room. This just gets more and more weird. Maybe I'm dreami- The thought is out of my mind when I sit down, as I feel one of my scales that I had shed last week- presumably stuck in the seam of my coat- pierce my thigh. I grit my teeth. One of the few things that can penetrate my scales are, well, my scales.