(Azaria 'Ziya' Point of View)
Once we arrived at the castle, the sight that greeted us was one of organized chaos. The courtyard buzzed with energy as new recruits and their families hurried to and fro, voices mingling in a cacophony of excitement and confusion. Carts piled high with luggage creaked along the cobblestone paths, while servants and guards directed traffic with brisk efficiency. It was a whirlwind of movement, with people weaving between each other in a delicate dance of settling into their new lives.
A set of guards approached us, their expressions serious yet welcoming. "Name?" one of them asked, his eyes scanning a list on a clipboard.
"Ziya Alidan," I replied, keeping my voice steady despite the nervous flutter in my stomach.
