As the leaves turned brown and the wind turns chills, the flower of Andalasia bloomed to a season of children all hoping to be part of something beyond compare. Along the stairs of the school, A loud march of young talented sophisticated beings walks up the gate of the famous Wesprine school who finally opens its door to those people they like to call mundane, the one without an invite.
Every student is now welcome to try to enroll. Everyone is now welcome yet not everyone can come in. In the midst of the march, a loud screech of cars enters the premises carrying their most precious cargos, the royal child of each monarch around the world. And those who are average, moved away as the royal's appearance smack them with the reality of how a school operates. But the Wesprine is much different; there is no such thing as favours. If you are lucky even what status you have, you will be treated as equal.
As the royals greet each other like a common gesture, it is, the average and the heirs and heiress stared at how different their world is. One of the known faces is Agatha, the heir to the throne of Monaco. Her soft skin glowed with her perfect smile that greets not just her equal but also those who are less of her. One prince does have the attitude of a rebellious lad, hair dyed in red, lip pierced in shiny metal and a tattoo of a dragon crest into his chest. His name is prince Leighton, an illegitimate child of a king who doesn't have an heir. In the right corner where an average who's faced was well known to others, Ambrose the actress-model who is faced in a scandalous affair with a man twice her age and Canon, a promising athlete who was convicted because of his temper. And lastly, the Arabian princess, who's hair is black as the glittering oil of the Arabs, sun skin tan that glistens like the sand of the desert. Yet her eyes reflect a different scene, for, in the Arabs, eyes like green as her depicts a bad omen that will cause all the lives of their people so to avoid the conflict of rage and greed from the king's people she was sent to a place no one can harm her, the school she was standing in now.
And in a shade of a tree away from the crowd stood a kid with muddy shoes and worn-out clothes, he was a bit aloof, but the child is different from the rest. He maybe is poor, but he has a mind like no one ever sees. He can calculate things beyond anyone's expectations. He can see things before the result can already pop.
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