Chapter 3: The Arcane’s Gift
"Hey, you damned midget!! Wake up! We'll be late!" Hal called out and reprimanded at the top of his lungs, repeatedly banging his fists at the door of another room.
They arrived at the City of Aeloria three days ago and had taken in the wonderful sights, such as the breathtaking skyscrapers of unmatched architecture, the fancy restaurants Hal's mother had always talked about, the widest streets they had ever seen, and many more they had never imagined existed, or at least existed to such a degree.
All that for the small part of Aeloria they'd explored.
The two were also done finalizing their enrollment at the Grand Magic Academy, which, contrary to their expectations, was completed at Aeloria City Hall, so they hadn't actually been to the academy yet.
Unfortunately, due to their limited funds, they couldn't even dream of staying a night at the cheapest lodgings in the city itself and had to travel two hours on foot to the nearest town after finishing their paperwork, where the run-down inns were infinitely more affordable.
They had to leave two hours earlier today to make it to the opening ceremony on time.
Alas, Ennya was usually punctual, but there were random days when she slept like a log, and this important day just had to be one of them.
"Hey! Why are you so noisy?! Can't you see people are sleeping?!" an angered voice shot back as the red-haired midget slammed the battered door of her room open.
"Damn it, Ennya, why?! Why today of all days?!" Hal complained, almost weepingly to the high heavens. "Get your damn ass ready! We're late for the opening ceremony!"
"A-Ahh!"
This wasn't the first time this had happened to her, so Ennya knew exactly what to do.