"Emery Ambrose"
The loud and firm voice of Grand Magus Esbern echoed through the hall as the man called out Emery's name. Emery, couldn't help but recall the first time he entered the academy, when his measly B aptitude was announced to the whole class.
Now, looking at the somewhat similar situation, Emery couldn't hold himself from sighing inwardly. He truly hoped the situation would be better and this time would not be as cruel. However, considering what fate had saved and provided for him all this time, Emery could only prepare himself for the worst.
Walking towards the fountain, Emery received the knife from the grand magus, who looked at him expressionless. Nodding his head in appreciation, Emery went ahead and cut his palm, doing the same procedure just like those before him. With his palm dripped fresh warm blood, Emery slowly put his hand above the fountain.
