The sun sat as the crown jewel of the azure sky while clouds decorated the foreground. Damion laid down on the grass that decorated the Eastern Foyer. The courtyard had a modest amount of traffic coming through it that day. It had been two weeks since the first semester ever started at Mana Academy. They had a ceremony, gathering up all the students and instructors in one place. Damion thought it was nice. A nice attempt anyway. Though most of the students and their teachers were willing to let go of past rivalries and fights, some anger still lingered. It was hard for people to let go. Titles such as weaker, stronger, better, and proud had been thrown around for so long. Not to mention the fights that have already broken out. Three people had already been placed into critical care. A sigh escaped Damion's throat as he leaned up and into view. The bush which hid him now useless as his bright red hair stood out against the greenery and white stone wall separating the institute from the rest of the city. It was busy out there. He heard wagons and people moving back and forth. It was a lovely district. Yet he worried about it. How was a new settlement, a city no less, going to handle with a new king? Things just seemed very fast pace for the last two years. "I should go back." Damion muttered to himself as he stood up. His metallic armor piece jingled against his clothes. His cream shirt clung to him under the armor while his brown pants danced as a breeze brushed past him. By his side, the falx stayed still. Like a sleeping dragon waiting to be awoken. While Damion wished for it to remain asleep. Every time he had to draw the blade spelled sadness for him and those around him. The boy passed his hand along the scabbard. Which had multiple dents and cuts in it. Tokens from fights which required more than his fists and magic. Damion thought back to those times while his shoes made load clicks against the stone walkway leading up to the entrance.