The Academy can be found in the centre of Ardan's greatest landmass, surrounded by four nations. Created from territory contributed from each; Elianst to the North, Gatoukat to the west, Frithsa to the South-East and Astarn to the South; the Academy is a joint effort to ensure a lasting peace. While each leader appears to be behind the project, some of their vassals do not approve of the intended peace and harbor groduges against the other nations. Now a chance has come for both those hoping for peace and those desiring war to further their ambitions, through their children.
All noble children of age must go to the Academy and learn the ways of magic and summon their eternal companion: the familiar. The sucess of the Academy will determine whether Ardan moves into a new era of peace and prosperity or descend back into continuous war. The leaders of tomorrow assemble.
Henry Charlton was a tall boy, eighteen years of age, with a muscular build and a strong, honest face. Behind those eyes, however, was a fiercely intelligent brain more than capable of engaging in the many schemes and factionalism behind the throne; if his Queen asked it of him. Sitting atop the throne before him was a woman. No, a girl. Queen Elena was not even sixteen years of age and her physique reflected her lack of years. Her eyes shone and her face was delicate, as if crafted from porcelain. Her hair was a brown with a slight tinge of purple; something every person of her ancestral line had inherited from their predecessor. In her right hand she held a golden staff as tall as she was, barely five foot six inches tall, with an orb encrusted with precious jewels mounted at its head. She gazed at him with her piercing, storm-grey eyes. While young of age she had inherited her father's stare, capable of quietening even the brashest of men.
"Sir Charlton. You are a member of my Order of the Garter, and a close friend." It was not a question. Henry looked up at her, sensing he had new orders coming. "As you are aware the leaders of the four nations of Ardan have accepted my peace proposals and have agreed to found the Academy in a central, neutral region between our nations. You are of age and have not yet learned the ways of magic, nor have you summoned your eternal companion to your side. I am sending both you, and one of my handmaidens, to the Academy both to find yourselves and your magic but also to ensure that it proves a success. We, as a world, cannot afford to continue this state of eternal war."
"I will prepare immediately, your majesty." The Queen nodded and her herald dismissed him. Henry stood, bowed deeply, and then turned on his heel and marched from the throne room. He had approved of Elena's plan but he had not expected to be sent to the Academy so soon. He had a difficult task ahead of him; the machinations of each nation would be focussed on the Academy and he knew not which of them wished for its success and which for its failure.