The golden light of the sun shone on the Society School, lighting up the paths that wound around the courtyard like magical plants. Wyrtt walked through campus with wide-open eyes. The buildings stood tall like old books, with towers reaching for the sky. The air smelled like old books and knowledge.
Wyrtt's first stop was the grand library, which was full of old books, endless scrolls, and secrets that had been lost. Thessa, the librarian, was an elf with silver hair who smiled at him as she spoke. She said, "Welcome, young scholar." Her voice was as sweet as a brook in the woods. "The library is a realm of endless possibilities, where answers and mysteries reside side by side."
It made Wyrtt feel like he was a tourist in an endless forest, where each book was a secret prize just waiting to be found. The books spoke to him in a whisper, offering him information and excitement beyond his wildest dreams. He couldn't help but look at the alchemy part. There were secrets about his chosen road just waiting to be found.
Wyrtt found something by chance in the library. Thessa, a classmate, was sitting at a corner table and looked like she was fully focused on a rare language book. Her dark hair fell down like a stream, and she looked very interested in everything. She seemed to have the key to a secret world of words.
It was Wyrtt who caught Thessa's eye when she looked up. "Hello," she said with a smile. "My name is Thessa, and I love languages." "It's great to meet you."
Wyrtt walked up and introduced himself. He was feeling both excited and scared. He bonded with his study partner because they shared his love of learning. It made him feel at home in this new world.
Together, they went deeper into the library's maze-like halls and found books on lost dialects, old writing systems, and the languages of mythical animals. Thessa talked passionately about her desire to figure out the languages of the old forest, while Wyrtt talked about his desire to use alchemy to bring people of different races together.
The day went on, and they split ways. Their minds were full of new information, and their hearts were full of new friendship. Wyrtt knew that he wouldn't have to go through the Society School by himself. They were both interested in the deepest parts of words and magic, and Thessa was one of those people.
Wyrtt kept exploring by going to the different groups that were spread out across campus. Each group had its own badge that showed what kind of work they did. The fighters' club, which was shown by two crossed swords, was a place where people were very strong and good at fighting. The magic club had a very complicated spellbook that held the secrets to magic spells. The robbers' gang, which was represented by a dark mask, was very good at being sneaky and smart.
Wyrtt was amazed by how different the groups were. Every one had its own unique feel and sense of excitement. As many options as there were in fiction, he couldn't help but think about which one he would pick in the end.
Wyrtt met the group leaders and teachers on the walks. Each had their own style and useful knowledge to share. Captain Seraphine of the Fighters' Guild, a scary woman with a scar on her face, told them stories of bravery and honor. Wyrtt was enthralled by what she said, and her stories made him feel brave.
Even though things were exciting, Wyrtt couldn't get away from the shadows that kept pulling at his thoughts. He fought with the desire that was hidden in his pouch—the bottle of comfort that let him forget about the past. It seemed like the drug could understand his inner turmoil as he explored this wonderful world. At the same time, he felt the weight of his goblin background.
As the day came to a close, a welcome feast was held in the backyard under the large shade of old trees. Wyrtt found himself in a room full of people from different backgrounds who were all eager to learn. Even so, Wyrtt fought his inner fears while laughing and talking filled the air.
The vial spoke to him like a ghost, offering comfort, freedom, and release. The great tales and vast knowledge of the Society School were paired with stories from his goblin past, which was full of violence and killing. He wanted to fit in and be more than just a goblin with a problem.
Wyrtt's eyes went to Thessa, his new friend, who had made him feel like the future could be better. He had to decide between the past's draw and the future's promise. Wyrtt's inner battle raged like a storm as the dinner went on, and the choice he had to make was getting closer.
The lively mood at the dinner was different from the unrest in Wyrtt's heart. It was a celebration of the future, where the hopes and dreams of students from all over the world came together. That moment was a turning point for Wyrtt on his path to self-discovery.
As the night sky filled with stars, Wyrtt found himself at a place where desire and change could meet. Being with Thessa was a sign of hope, and the bottle was a reminder of the past. He was free to make the choice, and as he thought about it, he knew that the start of a new day would bring the answer to his inner struggle.
Wyrtt was at the start of a new part of his life in the middle of the Society School, where hopes and information came together. The night held its breath, and the whole universe watched. What happened in this magical world would have consequences that would last forever.
There was more music and laughter at the dinner, but for Wyrtt, the real party was still to come.