The Sylvan Fay
Late Summer, X795
Holding her arm halfway up, palm facing the cloudy sky, Atani pooled a small amount of mana to create a barrier above her head, shielding her from the rain. Freshly enrolled in Amaforth Academy, she didn't have any classes to attend that day, but she figured it would be best to get a lay of the land, so to speak.
It didn't take her long to discover the College of Restoration. Like all the colleges in Amaforth, it was very distinctive. It was composed of several white, spiral-shaped towers. Many were rather small and scattered around a circular chasm. In the center of the chasm stood one much larger than the rest, which she supposed was as good a starting point as any.
Arriving at the edge of the chasm, she saw there was no direct path from one end to the other, just ones in between the smaller towers eventually leading to the central one.