Tobias walked through the halls of the massive academy of magic. He was set on getting into a class for beginners, a class that taught the very basics. He hungered to learn every detail of magic. Grandmother always told him that he had the gift for magic. She always said he had it, he needed to learn how to control it. Tobias was sure that he could learn it on his own, but that would be very time consuming. So far he learned how to heal himself and others, but only minor scratches and bruises.

Passing through the corridors, bangs and hisses could be learned from class rooms as the student performed spells of magic before juries of magisters. That was what Tobias needed: A teacher. He was in need of guidance. When he turned a corner and found the class room he was told to go to, he knocked on the door and waited excitedly. After several seconds of the door not opening, Tobias slowly let him self in. The class room was of normal size and had only a few chairs and desks. He looked around the room for the teacher and was disappointed to none. Tobias made his way for a chair and sat down. He expectantly waited for someone to come through the door and start the lesson.