Charis
The induction ceremony at Ravenshore Academy was the quickest I'd ever witnessed.
It lacked the grandeur I had imagined.
Students from Ebonvale had arrived—graceful, regal, poised and had come in identical robes as us, with each of them wearing the same hairstyles. They looked pampered.
We had assembled on a raised platform in the academy's central courtyard, which had been constructed specifically for the induction. We stood in perfect rows, our left hands placed solemnly on our chests while our right hands were raised toward the sky.
The admission specialist had walked past each of us, pinning new name tags onto our robes. Each tag bore our name, our class designation and our pack symbol. After that, we recited an oath of loyalty to our respective academies, displayed on a white screen in front of us, and that was it.
Just like that, I became officially a first-year student at Ravenshore Academy.
