A few weeks after he was saved by the mysterious elf, Victor is sitting in the dining area eating by himself when a mysterious colorful bird flies to him, it's gold wings flutter in the sunlight and it carries a message. Students begin to whisper about the bird and what it means while Victor reads the message. To his surprise, it is written in the old tongue.
"Benjamine Fellowing, I hope this letter finds you well. If my feelings are correct, you will be able to read and understand this letter. Your actions a few weeks ago caught my attention, I never expected to see a human wielding wind magic of that tier. I would like to meet you in person at a time of your choosing. If you wish to accept, write back to me on this note in the old tongue and give it to the Avis, and it will return to me."
Victor sits quietly, thinking whether to accept the invitation. He writes on the letter and hands it to the Avis. It flies off into the sunlight and dissappears.
"Guess I've got a meeting with an elven prince today."
The day ticks away as Victor methodically takes notes from his classes and tries to inject the new theories into his own magic. The time had finally come for Victor to meet this elven prince, anticipation and uncertainty overwhelm his body as he stands in front of two heavily armored elf guards. A voice is heard from the distance, and the guards step aside, allowing him through. He makes his way to the entrance where he is met by the one who saved him that day, the finest garments he had ever seen cloth the tall slender figure of the elf before him. He's long golden hair moves in the wind like lights and eyes as green as an evergreen forest.
"Welcome Benjamine Fellowing, I am Westwind Greythan, crowned prince of the elves of Greythanian. It is a pleasure to meet you."
Victor bows out of respect.
"Thank you for the invitation, crowned prince Greythan. "
The two stand up and look at each other, Greythan shows Victor the way, and when they get inside, he throws his fine garments to the side and changes his tone completely to Victor's surprise.
"I absolutely hate all that prim and proper introduction nonsense. It's only useful during arranged marriages or politics, it gives me an absolute headache!"
Victor can not process what he has seen and is left speechless at the elf prince's change in personality.
"Sorry about that Fellowing, but I don't really like all that etiquette that comes from being royalty."
"You don't say?"
"Please, don't feel uptight have some elven tea it has magnificent soothing effects and calms one's mind."
Victor looks at the tea skeptical but has a sip, and all the tension in his body is just taken away.
"This tea is really good, I can already feel myself calm down."
"It is due to my peoples years of cultivation, trial and error. Only the finest leaves are picked, and it takes one hundred year's before they are ready to harvest."
"Wow, that's very interesting, but I'm sure you didn't invite me to talk about tea, did you?"
"No, I did not. I invited you here because of that spell you used. Tell me, where and how did you learn about that spell?"
"I learned it from a book my mother gave me on ancient magic, but as you saw, it's not what comes most naturally to me."
"Tell me young Fellowing, what do you hope to accomplish by attending this academy? Your aptitude for magic and sword arts far surpasses that of any student here. So why are you attending? What is your end goal?"
Remembering back to his conversation with Shadow and his warning to be careful about what he says, Victor chooses his next words very carefully.
"I came here hoping to gain a better understanding of magic fundamentals to help improve the casting of my spells and the intricacy of sword arts to help with movement and defense."
"If that is why you attend this academy, then I'd like to make you an offer."
"What offer?"
"My people are highly skilled seventh tier mages with a few eighth tier mages that can help you with the more complex side of improving your spells. We have the finest and most versatile sword skills that no normal human could possess. It is a skill that has been passed on through generations of elves."
"So how does that involve me?"
"There is an ominous aura surrounding you that hides a vast, untouched power. I am offering to train you up on becoming a deadly warrior with the sword and magic. If you'd like a demonstration, I'd be more than happy to duel you."
"OK, let's do it."
They both eye each other with excitement as they head to a private arena. When they arrive, Victor can not believe the sheer size of the arena.
"Don't worry, its size gets boring after a while, especially when there's nobody to spar with you."
"I see."
They take up their swords and stand on opposite ends with the ref being Greythans butler, who is not happy about the situation.
"Should I worry about him?"
"Nah. He'll calm down. Let's begin."
The two attack at the same time, their swords clash with a deafening ring. Both have smiles on their faces as they stare each other down.