The headmistress of the College of Magic, Ophelia Blackfire, stood at a polished wooden podium.
Her purple and black robes flowed gently as she started her speech.
"Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed scholars, and our new and old students," she began, her voice carrying a tone of authority and grace. "I welcome you to the heart of knowledge and power, the bastion of mystic arts that is the College of Magic."
The audience stopped talking among themselves as they paid attention to the headmistress.
"Our college has been in the Avalon Empire for centuries training young mages and famous magic knights. Many famous warriors, witches, and mages studied in these halls, they have gone on to do amazing feats and reached heights that are only dreamed of."
Ophelia paused, allowing her words to sink in. Her eyes, a deep shade of violet, scanned the room.
