ARC I: The Beginning - Day OneFrom the top of Eureka Academy's tallest spire, one could see everything, especially when one was possessed of draconic sight. Headmaster Talixion Rithe stood on the balcony of his office anxiously awaiting the arrival of the newest students to his academy. As he scanned the horizons to the green fields around Eureka to the academy grounds themselves, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. It had been by his own power and that of several of his closest friends that he had been able to even get here to this moon centuries ago; from there, it took far greater resources to create the sprawling academy that stood now. Below he could see a number of students, some who had recently arrived through their own means, or were permanent boarders for their stay at his academy. The others came and went on the academy airships that came at the start of every Autumn and left every Spring. There were easily more than 500 students either returning or coming in, not counting those already there. It wasn't the largest number of students, but it certainly wasn't a small number. Eureka Academy had gained its fame for good reason - he and his professors cared deeply about these worlds and wanted to protect them as best they could. He himself had grown up among strife and discord, often brought about for his half-dragon nature. He had seen wars erupt, had seen evil rise, and he had seen potential heroes fall because of inexperience, or a lack of understanding. But for all he had seen on these worlds, he knew that beyond the twinkling stars above, there lay other realms, not only in this dimension but others; even other realities. He knew that some would welcome the chance for trade and discourse but also knew that some would be hostile. There would always be a threat to these worlds, from within, from without, across time and space. This was both his home and that of so many others - why shouldn't he wish to protect it? That was the principle on which he had founded Eureka Academy: that power was a far greater tool in the hands of those who had the experience and knowledge to use it well. Here at Eureka, he was able to help young mages and warriors from both planets with their talents, to help them defend their worlds against the powers that lurked. He knew conflict would always exist but that it was necessary for progress. But when such things came from without, there would only be chaos. He had had the feeling for several years now that such things were in motion behind the shadows but without such sight to see it, there was little to do but prepare as best he could. Looking back towards the horizon, he scanned for the two airships that would come from both Corinith and Eritai. After several minutes they arrived, passing through the clouds with ease. It would only be twenty or so minutes before they arrived and he would be needed at the docks for their orientation - or 'dis'orientation as he liked to call it. Flapping his leathery wings a few times, he dived down towards the docks. It was still a rush every year: the winds blowing through his white hair, the feel of the air seeming to caress his skin, the ground looming ever closer. He felt like a kid again every time, free from the responsibilities of headmaster, from the worries he had over the future. He felt like he was a student here - full of energy and promise. Alighting on the massive platform that awaited the docks, he straightened out his dark blue uniform as the ships began to pull in to the docking stations, the slowly dipping sun behind them. Nogitsune Hibiki: The first day of classes was always an annoyance for Hibiki, perhaps more so because his temper was already flaring up. It wasn't really anyone's fault, just simple rage at his own predicament. It was his last year at the Academy and though he didn't want to go, what awaited him after was very... displeasurable to him. Of course, this year was less about classes and more about him leading. "Tch. Always with the leadership. Can't command a squad if you're not in the lead mech," he spat, adjusting his tunic. Blinking once, he cocked his head at the reflection staring back at him. "The hell is a mech?" He shrugged before cinching his belt at his waist and slipping his blades into their most comfortable spots. An unusual weapon to say the least, but he was an unusual kitsune, in more than one way. The chain connecting the two katanas chimed at his hip as he left his dorm on the fifth floor, making his way to the docks. Unlike the rest of the student body already present, the Student Council Members of each rank were to give the students the information as to what had changed over the summer. For most of the returning student's it wasn't very different, sometimes a dorm change, sometimes a new roommate but it all needed to be handled. The new students however... they found themselves in a very different position, especially those with small families accustomed to sleeping alone; three roommates tended to be a very different scenario. Sliding down the banister with a grin, he made it down to the first floor in record time. "Touchdown," he said aloud with a sweeping bow, as though there was an audience watching. Again, he gave a pause. "I still have no clue what a touchdown is..." he murmured, shaking his head. He didn't pass too many people on the academy grounds as he made his way to the docks. In the distance though he could see the airships slowing making their way in and a swooping figure heading for the docks. "Oh, Headmaster, ever the fun one. 'Twould be a shame if you ever left the Academy," Hibiki said with a smirk. It wouldn't be long now before the airships docked. Indeed, they seemed to be just setting into their moorings as he came into the docks. James L Hoffman The Head Librarian of Eureka Academy was perched on top of the main desk at the forefront of the library, a recently published treatise on wild magic in his hands. Of course, he hadn't written it, but he had been consulted on it and thus had been entitled to a copy of the finished manuscript. Behind him was once of the other librarians, a severe woman who looked to be in her 50s. A frown was on her face as she looked him, her eyes wanting to bore holes into his back. "You do realize you can't actually shoot lasers from your eyes, right Silvia?" he said with an accent that was alien to most. For all his youthful looks and seemingly bored mannerisms, James was rather observant; one didn't live to be nearly 700 without such skill. The other librarian, Silvia, didn't seem at all surprised at him though. "If it would get you off the furniture, I'd learn how." "Well, you're certainly in the right place for it, luv," he answered, flipping a page nonchalantly. "The students should be arriving any minute and I've still got a fair amount of work to do." "Then you'd best get along to it I suppose. Unless this is you asking for my assistance?" "You know as well as I do that a number of the returning students come directly here to brush up on their studies during the free time after orientation and I would like to keep this place as nice as possible." "As you wish." Without taking his eyes from the book, he snapped his fingers and into existence came three small, silver creatures. Rather they looked like machines with spindly limbs and large, almost beak shaped heads. "You remember the myr, Silvia. I know they remember you. Go along you three and help her out as best you can." "Not what I wanted but they'll do." "That's a good girl," he said, flipping another page.