The return to the Verdant Dawn Academy brought a sense of familiarity and comfort to Alaric. The grand halls and sprawling grounds were a stark contrast to the cozy warmth of the Steele Mansion, but they held a charm of their own. Alaric quickly fell back into his old routine, the rhythm of academy life providing a steady cadence to his days.
Each morning, Alaric woke with the first light of dawn filtering through his window. He stretched, his small body filled with a renewed energy and determination. His routine was meticulous: a quick bath to wash away the remnants of sleep, followed by brushing his teeth until they sparkled. He dressed in his academy uniform, the crisp fabric a symbol of his dedication to learning and growth.
