The sun was setting, the air chilly in the autumn evening and the sky a match color with the slowly falling leaves of Redmoor forest. The village, Redleaf, was starting to close it's gates, the militia patrolling around the village to make sure no one was doing something stupid and nothing nasty would enter the village. Looming near the village was the tower of Carnor at the shores of the Red Lake. A tall thing from nigh forgotten era, no mortal hand being able to build in 500 years time. Yellow light illuminated from the windows of the large structure, the mages and apprentices within just finishing their teachings for today, apprentices and mages alike going to spend their time in research, supper and/or conversing with each other. Some apprentices would be able to stay in the library or being in the common rooms where they may show off some minor spells to their piers.
Paladins guarded the entrance to the tower and wearing grand and magnificent armor and wielded long glaives with tower shields. Within the first few stories of the tower were more paladins tasked to guard the mages from the outside and the outside from the mages. The captain of the paladins at the tower of Carnor was old Morgan, a gruff man in his 40's and was the kind of person that didn't like mages but dutiful and not unreasonable.
Within the library sat one of the Hakedian students, Kain. He brushed through the pages of his book about the fundamentals about the elements. His focus was in the manipulation of the destructive elements of lightning and fire though he liked to dabble in other things. He looked up from his book and up at the large bookcases and thought about the secrets each page held. He might live hundreds of years and barely be able to scratch the surface of the knowledge that the library held in each dusty tome and scroll. That made him think of the Trial. He was told that he was ready for it and had chosen to take it but never told when it would begin. It's been two weeks since he was ready. He sighed and continued to read but paid little attention to it. He then decided to try out the spell he had learned in his most recent teachings. Telekinesis wasn't his forte. He closed the book and he started to direct his will into the spell and cast it on the book. It started to levitate off the table but slowly. He concentrated on the spell and the book was above his head and he tried another object, his quill. It usually didn't mind the weight of the object but lifting multiple objects was where he usually failed. He tried as hard as he could and soon enough the quill lifted too, flowing upwards to be with the book. He smiled and cheered, unraveling his concentration and the book landed with a thud on his head and clattered onto the table. He rubbed his head, his horns having taken most of the impact so it hadn't hurt too much. He tail flicked against the stone floor as he stood up and gathered his things. He was hungry and hoped he'd be able to have access to the kitchen. He place his book back where it belonged and trailed his fingers over the books. Again his thoughts went to their hidden knowledge but they trailed off to their darker side. The forbidden magics. Killing was a sin punishable by death. Sure, lightning and fire could be used to kill but they were in the grey area of the laws.
He quickly pushed the thoughts aside and looked around the library and at the other apprentices. The hairs at the back of his neck then rose and he quickly looked around and he thought he saw a darting shadow at the corner of his eye but a quick look revealed no source of the shadow. "I must be too hungry" he thought to himself and shrugged.