Resignation

“Whatever do you mean?” he seems confused.

“Well firstly; What makes you think I want to go to some weird school? Why would I agree to any of this? Why do I have to stay here? Who was listening in on me earlier? Where even is this school? Can I leave whenever I want? Am I a prisoner? And for christ sakes CAN I HAVE SOME PANTS?” you ask, gasping for air.

“Ah... Hmm... Yes.” He answers.

Uhh...

“Yes?” you repeat.

“Yes!” he confirms.

“... Yes to what?!” you ask.

“There will be a change of clothes in your dorms. Now I must be off, the great sage and all. Busybusybusy.” he vanishes.

“But..” you sigh

I guess that's that. We have nothing better to do anyway. Why not see how this plays out? Could be fun. Casting fireballs, bolts of lightning or spikes of ice? Tell me that wouldn't be cool as hell?

“Shall we go now, deary?” Madame LeBoux chimes in.

“Yeah... Lead on.” you resign to your fate.

“Atta boy deary, this way!” she shuffles out the room.

Holding your hospital gown at the back to cover at least some of your dignity you follow the small Madame LeBoux. She can't be more than 5feet tall, red-framed glasses, a pleasantly wrinkled face full of smile lines and grey hair pulled back into a bun and fastened with a pin.

“Here we go deary” she stops after a good 10 minutes of walking.

Big place, huh?

“Thank you, Madame LeBoux.”

“Oh you are welcome my dear, is there anything else?” she asks.

“Ah yes, where can I get some food around here?” you ask as you hold your stomach to emphasize your hunger.

“Well, the kitchen is closed today as the term doesn't start until tomorrow, but I'll tell you what, you go in and get changed and I'll be back with a nice sandwich, how does that sound?” She asks with a pleasant smile

“That sounds lovely, Madame LeBoux, thank you.”

She just smiles and walks off.

You take this time to enter your room and survey the area. A heavy wooden door is the only way in or out.

This place looks like one huge castle.

Opening the door you notice a large bed as the centerpiece of the room, a large stained glass window on the far wall with a sturdy looking desk positioned underneath. A large teak wardrobe with matching draws is on the opposite wall to the bed, a full-length mirror in the corner and a large crimson rug in the center of the room.

Ah perfect! A mirror, now let's find out who the hell we are.

“Good idea” you confirm

What if we're like... Super ugly? Wouldn't we rather not know?

You walk up and look at yourself in the mirror.

“Well, that's... Different”

Yeah...

You must be standing around 6feet tall you are guessing, you seem to be the same height or close enough to the sage. That isn't the strange part.

Ok, 2 arms; check. 2 legs; check. 1 head; check. 10 fingers and toes; check. 2 eyes and ears; check and 1 mouth and nose; check. Looks like everything is here. And more importantly, there's nothing extra.

You look completely normal, except for one thing; your skin is onyx grey, and your eyes appear to be red.

Do we wonder if that's normal here? We mean that sage guy didn't mention anything.

“But he was holding something back...”

We noticed that too huh? I guess we aren't as stupid as we look.

“I guess I should get some clothes on, that nurse will be here soon with some food.”

Opening the large wardrobe you notice a neatly hung line of uniforms.

At least they aren't too embarrassing

Plain black slacks, a white shirt with what you can only assume is the Ardenfell Academy logo complete with black shoes and a black and blue tie.

You throw on the slacks and shirt and check out the bed.

As you lay down on the bed and feel how soft it is, like floating on a cloud, the world fades away.