I stood at the edge of the cliff, watching the sun rise over the valley. Below me, the stone towers and gardens of the Thorne-Valerius Institute glowed golden in the morning light. Even after five years as Headmaster, the sight still filled me with wonder.
"Professor Thorne? They're waiting for you in the Grand Hall."
I turned to see my assistant, Elara, standing a respectful distance away. Her arms were laden with ancient tomes—likely materials for her Advanced Primordial Theory class.
"Thank you, Elara. The delegation from Eastwind Academy arrived early, I take it?"
"Yes, Headmaster. Chancellor Merrick seems particularly eager to discuss the alignment disturbances."
