Mint
BLACKJACK!
Introduction:
You have grown up hearing about the Windstrum Academy, and those that have gone on to finish the school. You spent days listening to drums that signaled that classes were over or transition. You never thought you would be awarded with a letter of acceptance, you didn't even think the headmasters of the school knew who you were. When you opened the letter, it was nothing what you expected it would be. All the letter had written on it was chicken scratched coordinates, a time of midnight, and a note stating to only bring what you that necessary. It never said when to leave, but you assumed it was tonight. Why else would they have sent the letter?
You packed what little items you could fit into your sack that you considered necessary, bid your farewells to those you loved and set off. After walking for about two hours, you finally arrived to your destination - a clearing in the middle of the woods. Others were already there by the time you got there, around 15 of them. Some greeted you with a small wave, most just ignored you. Leaning against the nearest tree you listened to the smalls bits of conversation going on between your new peers.
After what seemed like an hour and half later, a tall, middle aged balding man came strolling out of the dense woods. You didn't even realize he was totally real until he spoke. His voice was booming, "Good. Everyone made it in one piece. Follow me," he didn't even stop to see if anyone was objecting, he just turned on his heel and began back the way he came.
The woods were not as flat going to the Academy as it was going to the meeting spot. You climbed hills, stomped through small creeks, tripped over roots, and got hit in the face a few times with unwelcoming branches. As the sun climbed higher into the sky, the group finally arrived at the base of the mountain that the Academy rested on. It took your breath away, seeing the Academy from afar was nothing like it was up close. There were probably six hundred stairs from the base to the entrance. The outside of the Academy was shielded by a giant wrap around wall of stone. It blocked your view of most of the school. All you could really see were the drum towers, four of them at each corner, the north and south towers that were infamous for many "accidental" deaths. "Enough staring," said the man, whom you still hadn't introduced himself, and started up the stairs, two at time. You took a deep breath and followed the others up the stairs to your new life.
