Students arrive at Zenith Academy, a beautiful dream proposed by “The Three Superpowers” Latius, Kingston, and Aisenhower.

They’re greeted by towering school gates flanked by marble pillars and adorned with intricate carvings of mythical creatures. The gates opened with a resounding chime, music to one's ears. The smell was also pleasant for it smelled like it had just rained and roses were picked, like a fond memory it stuck out reminding the kids of a longed-for adoration. Light glistened onto the entire school but one specific area caught several gazes. At the center,  made entirely of marble was the fountain of youth. With freckles of golden rhinestones enchanted with a permanent lumination spell, the fountain stands at an undeniable 20 feet tall. 

“Woah is that the real Fountain of Youth, I’ve only heard about it in stories.” A student rushes to the fountain. He cups the water in his hand and downs it fairly quickly; However, his excitement pivots into a bitter disappointment as he is met with the taste of copper and iron. 

“No u nitwit, obviously this isn't the actual fountain of youth.”

A second-year student interjects, “ That had been filtered out and hidden deep within the kingdom of Aisenhower. But no, this was a symbol made to represent the forever-lasting life and prosperity of these three future kingdoms.” The second year gives a “The-More-You-Know” type of wink, to the freshman as they continue sweeping the courtyard.

The headmaster, Vaun begins introducing himself. His tone is stern and straightforward, like that of a piano teacher. He leaves no room for frivolous chatter. His suit is sharp enough to cut glass and his regal mustache sticks in place, never wavering in form.

He raises a hand as a screen materializes above him. On it, a man with a Golden crown stands. He drapes his fur cape over his shoulders as he steps towards an open balcony, he raises a hand ceasing the chatter between the students. The silence was never due to fear, instead, it was to show respect and anticipation. He is a man of large stature. That is true.

"Greetings, newcomers, of Zenith. Today will mark the 8th year of our school as we come together and teach the future," he begins. 

"Zenith, Its construction was made possible by the combined efforts of Kingston, our neighboring Kingdom, without whom the process would have taken ages to finish. This school was built to lay down the foundations for your future. We do so by pushing each one of you forward to achieve new heights. We named this school Zenith because, at the peak of the day, it is when our star shines brighter than any opposing foe!” A crystal that very closely resembles a star sits atop Zenith. At noon the sun will reflect onto the crystal resulting in a bright beam shining upwards working like a beacon.

His large and luscious beard is reminiscent of that of his ancestor’s, its orange color said to represent the firepower within their magical cores, and oh boy, was his beard orange. The king oh so loved to bare his teeth for he believed everyone within Aisenhower was his child, and a father must love their children no matter what. It was a common saying in Aisenhower that a smile was the first and considerably vital step in making a strong offspring. Some believe it was the king who forged such a rumor. The man also valued those who shared his blood for like him, they were unique and despite being an older brother, he chose the role of a rascal, annoying his brother at any given moment with puns, pranks, and jokes. 

The King continues, “The star of Zenith represents every one of you. As the hope of the future, we will assist you in developing your skills further than ever before. As the King of Aisenhower, I can swear by it.” As he ends his speech, the school erupts in cheers, and his two children Kara Brandugald and Kata Brandugald stand with pride, reveling their father's words.

Strangely enough, Lizen shared many similarities with the king, even more so than that of his two children, that is of course, without the exception of blood and orange hair, which Lizen did, in fact, not have. The King’s skin was like caramel and Lizens was that of mocha. The king's hair ended with one long braid, straight and fine with the occasional curl, while Lizen’s hair was full of them; however, you wouldn’t be able to notice the curls since his hair, much like the king’s, is braided.

 The screen disappears leaving the headmaster, Vaun, to address the crowd. 

"Given my many responsibilities, I am unable to oversee your inauguration; Therefore, I entrust you to the capable hands of our student council Vice president, Zamir Alford. He hails from the esteemed Noble Alford family who played a significant role in the funding of this school."

 Zamir steps forward with his hands folded behind his back, each action a dance to him “It is a pleasure to be your guide.” In a deep bow, he places a soft hand on his chest only looking up to address another student  “Ms. Viole, would you like to ?”

Viole Galdan a young woman with green hair that falls in soft waves just past her shoulders steps forward. She has large circular-framed glasses that accentuate her warm, intelligent eyes. She clenches her student ID and looks toward the students.

“May you assist me today?” extending a hand to Viole he smiles with a slight tilt in his head.

Instantly, her face becomes void of color and she stands as if frozen solid. Her eyes broaden, her body shivers, and she instinctually steps back.

“But why me?! I-I mean surely you're far more capable to lead than me! Y-you, don't need my help.” As Zamir observes Ms. Viole's nervousness, he can't help but find her endearing. He notices the way her eyes dart around, the slight tremble in her voice, and the way she tucks a strand of green hair behind her ear when she's feeling particularly anxious.

“I was only kidding Viole, please settle. You really must get over your fear of public speaking if you wish to be a hero. After all, you're a part of the student council, there's no reason to be worried.” Zamir continues, “This, is the Student body Secretary, Viole Galdon, isn’t she a treat?  Alright freshmen, now that introductions are over, we shall journey through the glorious halls of Zenith Academy!” Entering through the large castle-like doors they are met by the main hall. Gloriously, the room appears to be fitted for that of a king. The marble floors are spotless and gleaming, reflecting the bright lights that hang from the ceiling, and at the center of the room, there is a large circular podium made of dark wood with the Zenith school emblem etched in gold on the front.

“To our left, you will notice Mrs. Sheld along with the rest of her staff ready to take your school ID photos. After taking your pictures and logging your ID number meet us in the Cafeteria where your schedules will be distributed, from there we will show you the several buildings that make up Zenith.” Zamir trails down the main hall and is followed by Viole.

Conversations spur amongst the students now that Zamir and Viole are gone. Before anyone can formulate a line, however, Kara is quick to intercept them. “HEY! Before this continues I wanna make myself very clear. I’m gonna be Queen, and to prove it, I'm willing to beat the living, blazing hell out of all of you.” With a smile of gold and a belly of flame, she points towards the sky, a striking pose she believes shows strength. She did this for what seemed like forever until someone erupted from the crowd.

“Why don't you be a good little girl and move the hell out of our way.” His voice was filled with obscenity but Kara couldn’t care less for it wasn’t his tone that had set her off, it was what he had said that did the trick.

Kara calls out to the crowd, “Who the hell is calling me a little girl?” However, silence befalls the room. Seeing as nobody wants to take accountability she moves onto more drastic measures igniting her hand. “Someone better start talking.” She demands.

“You’re quite the looker. I take it you’re the princess. It's a pleasure to meet you, really it is, but,” the boy chuckles, “I do hope you understand I’m not a morning person. So please, shut the hell up and do this somewhere else.”

“You talk a big game for someone so unwilling to show themself, how about you come up here and say this to my face?” 

The boy sighs before his boots click at the heel against the marble floor. “Alright, alright, you win, I’ll kick your ass, my dear princess. I mean, someone has to.” Derik Rizer approaches Kara, he is a tall and lean young man and a well-known delinquent. He is also a line.

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