ow filled with amazement and trepidation as he drew closer to the majestic gates. With its old walls standing like a testament to centuries of history, the academy loo

that made Victor shudder. His fingers tightening on the hilt of the wooden blade concealed beneath his tunic, he adjusted the battered leather sack draped over his shoulder. There was a lot of movement in the courtyard, with staff and students moving with purpose and their voices resonating across the large area. Victor watched

a piercing voice. "Victor Night," Victor answered in a steady, deep voice. "Purpose of your arrival?" Victor stated, "I am here to compete for the Claw of the Moon,"with a fixed look. The teacher squinted his eyes and stared at Victor's face. "You are... different,"he observed in a suspicious tone. "We have not seen many... outsiders." Victor looked

f wolfsbane and the smell of old paper filled the air. Victor followed the instructor along a long, dark hallway with wooden doors that led to a dorm. With mistrust lingering in his eyes, he gave Victor a key. "Your quarters are at the end of the hall,"he stated. "The west wing is where the training fields are situated. The mess hall,

rm as he watched him leave. He was aware that he was being observed and that everyone was observing whatever he did. He would need to exercise caution in o

Scene 10: The Initial Meeting The sounds of grunts and the crash of wooden swords reverberated throughout the expansive training fields of the academy, causing t

and flowing movements, traded blows. Victor watched them intently and critically, looking for any indication of weakness or hesitancy. He observed a variety of methods, with some depending on speed and agil

a piercing blue that appeared to see through any façade, and his features were chiselled and sharp. His silver-streaked black hair was tied back in a tight braid, highlighting his jawline's power. Even thou

to face him. His voice was abrasive and demanding as he questioned, "And who are you?" "Victor Night," Victor answered in a steady, deep voice. Xander squinted his eyes and stared at Victor's face. He said, "I haven't seen you around here before," in a suspicious tone. "I arrived today," Victor said with an unclear expression. With his eyes remaining on Victor's face, Xander nodded.

, his moves smooth and quick as lightning. With his sword aimed at Xander's throat, he quickly disarmed him after deflecting his blow. The only sound in the clearing was the two fighters' laboured breathing. Xander's face reddened with disbelief as his eyes widened in horror. It was the easi

le murmur of voices and the smell of aged wood filled the air. His footsteps reverberated on the stone floor as he walked down the corridor, his senses sharpened and his intellect examining the social dynamics of his new environment. He stopped in front of a door with the number 13 etched in metal. With a pleasant clunk, the lock clicked

dings while the night air carried their words. Footsteps padded softly on the stone floor as he heard them app