The capital was seemingly feeling a lot festival. It was still a whole week before the crowning but the celebrations had already started.
A boy was walking through the busy streets. Jet black hair on his head, dark shimmering eyes full of hopes and dreams. He was wearing what looked like a uniform, black and gold.
People on the streets seemed to give him a little more attention. Like they knew who he was from the uniform but also that it was a rare occurrence.
"Ayo Georgie, I think we should go this side!"
The boy took large strides towards the one who who was yelling at the top of his lungs. They were in the same uniform, so naturally they knew each other.
"Jake, you dumbass. How many times should you be told that outside the Academy we used code names?"
"Tsk. It's a waste of time, it's not like these are our code faces?" He pointed to his face, "wait are they? Do I look like me?"
