All is quiet right now. Sky Castle is quietly drafting through the clouds, over the serene ocean. It’s night time now, in the hemisphere they’re in. And everyone is asleep. The main hall, usually thriving with activity, is completely empty now. When there’s nobody in it, the room takes on a majestic, grand presence. The floor waxed brilliantly, reflecting the lights and the yellow glow throughout the room, amongst the curving marble lines traveling around on it. The walls stand straight up, rigid, while the columns forming a dome are decorated and artistic, with grooves and ridges running up and down them.
Long banners hang from the ceiling and almost touch the ground. The ones near the walls have artwork on them, with silhouettes of angled, geometric and colorful things in it, showing the different classifications of students:
One shows a warrior, in a suit of armor stabbing a dragon.
One shows an archer, shooting an arrow at a beast.
One shows a wizard, making beams of light come from his staff.
One shows a stealth warrior, blending in with the shadows.
One shows a gun warrior, aiming with a rifle.
One shows a hunter, leaping through the bushes.
One shows a cleric, mending a wounded leg.
The floor is a mural itself, showing several animals crawling up a cliff and over the edge. This depicts the origin of animality:
A long time ago, all animals existed in a perfect ecosystem. Everything was perfect, with no sign of stopping. Then, a fox discovered a large hole. He talked some of his friends to come with him, and soon, certain species developed an entire new ecosystem in the hole. Then, an animal from above told them that a terrible rain storm was coming, and it would flood the hole. The birds flew out of the hole, but the others had no way to get out. The birds wanted to help the other animals out, but they were far too small to lift them out. So, they searched everywhere as hard as they could until they met The Shepard. The Shepard came with them to the hole, and they pleaded for his guidance. So, The Shepard pointed at the animals in the hole, and they grew arms and legs, fingers and toes, and they were able to climb out before it flooded with water. The Shepard wandered off, and was never seen again. But the animals still hope that one day he will come back and solve all the problems in the world.
Above the great hall, attached to the ceiling, is the headmaster’s office. The wall facing the hall is a large glass window, ever since headmaster Jeberdious III had it installed so he could watch the students develop down there. The headmaster is restless tonight, he’s the only one with the light on.
All the other students are asleep, like it is in room C-44. In room C-44, there are four beds, but only three residents were in it.
Zor is in the far end of the room. He’s scrunched up all nice and cozy in hi blankets, with a smile on his face. His hand up near his neck twitches occasionally, and his tail is wagging. He’s having happy dreams right now.
Yuri is next to him, sprawled out across his bed, with his blanket kicked down near his feet. He’s sound asleep. He’s in a peaceful state right now, but you wouldn’t think so, with his loud snoring. His mouth is slightly open, and a small puddle of drool is soaked into his pillow.
Zach is on the opposite side of the room. He seems a little disturbed, tossing and turning, twitching the tip of his tail. He’s dreaming of a flashback right now. Of the day his parents were killed. He remembers a blazing fire, and then the tree coming down and crushing him. He remembers dying. But he didn’t die, back then. He was saved. He scratches at the stump on his elbow.
The fourth bed is empty, but it will soon be occupied by Catinga, an exchange student. She’s sleeping right now, too. In the back of an airship on the way to Sky Castle. She’s sleeping soundly and quietly on a bench, with her things propped up against the side of it.
Everyone is sleeping, except for the headmaster. Still, light comes through the window of his office, and his shadow pacing around the wall. Then, an earth-shaking crash noise, and then he lands with a sickening thud on the marble floor. Blood starts to come out of his ears, nose, and mouth, while his eyes remain wide, staring off to the side blankly. He will remain that way, sprawled out haphazardly on the floor, because he was killed on impact.
Get your rest, headmaster. The new session starts tomorrow.