(POV: Stellan Silverleaf)
"Oh, what the fuck!" Stellan groaned, slamming his head against the book on the table in front of him.
The neatly written equations stared back mockingly.
"Why is mathematics so damn hard? I don't understand a single thing!" His eyes twitched in frustration as he leaned back on his chair, staring at the ceiling.
Stellan was the prince of the Elves, and one of the most powerful magic swordsmen of his generation. Yet, despite all that, mathematics had a way of humbling him like nothing else.
"Oooh!"
As he sat there brooding, the faint sound of commotion drifted through the open window.
At first, he ignored it, thinking it was just another petty quarrel between students.
THUMP!
But the noise grew louder—shouts, jeers, and the unmistakable sound of fists hitting flesh.
Stellan's sharp ears twitched.
"Oh, great. Another brawl," he muttered, pushing back his chair.
