'Stillness, magic, loss, confusion! Is it such a terrible thing to embrace the void? What's so cool about being immortal when in reality there's emptiness? Chaos, magic and status are all that matter in the magic realm.'
Rolam flickered his eyes open only to be welcomed by a pair of piercing eyes. He was startled by them as he struggled to sit up. A pain somewhere in his body pushed him back, hitting his head on the not so soft and not so hard mattress. He scanned the interiors of the room and realised he wasn't at the academy. The piercing eyes monitored his actions and reactions intently.
Finally, fed up with the staring eyes he spoke, "Where I'm I?"
