Kael
I stood in the orientation hall, my hands clasped behind my back as I faced the figure across from me.
He was a representative of my master. The man's back was turned, and a black hood was pulled up to obscure his features completely. Even in the dim morning light filtering through the tall windows, there was something distinctly menacing about his presence.
"Did you get my message?" I asked him quietly.
The hooded figure was silent for a long moment before responding. "Why are you so concerned about one newly admitted student?" He asked roughly. "This fixation is going to do little or nothing for our objectives."
"I know that, it's just that —"
"This is not what you were sent here for," the man interrupted. "I heard you went as far as rescuing him from the claws of the Student President. That was not part of your mission parameters. The more you use your fighting skills, the more you raise their suspicions. The Academy has its eyes on you."
