When God pulls his gun out, he's not running out.
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Lenneth wasn't last, but she certainly wasn't first. With much more strict concepts of self-sufficiency and skill present on campus, it was expected that even someone arriving a week later after the season had started would (and should) be able to catch up to everyone who had found their way onto campus day one. Thus, they continually accepted new students even after the school year started, in droves even.
The child of Valkyries was given an apologetic letter mere days prior. The faculty were, "Disgusted by their own failures in extending an application to you [Lenneth], one with so important a lineage," as was said in the letter. And so here she was, standing before the glimmering gates of the Divine Calm Academy, a campus looking not unlike the most massive of spiritual cathedrals. Indeed, by the rows of statues commemorating those who had entered the Tower and succeeded were lined along the path to the center of the academy. Forty-nine in all. The fiftieth warrior had yet to be conceived.
Lenneth was let off of the hovering bus alongside a small group of other individuals made up of both students and parents alike. There were even some older students mixed in. All of them were eager to move inside of the campus, and offered little company to Lenneth as they made for the open gates to the academy. Lenneth was left to her own devices, free to go where she pleased for the time being. It was a weekend, and so she was privy to some freedom during the day, rather than beholden to academic classes.
With a map already on hand, she had countless options; there was no end to the facilities present within the DCA.
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