Emily was rarely stumped. This was a first for her.
She had taken an interest in weapon smithing because of the archaic feel to it.
Most of the talented hadn't taken an interest in it because it seemed obscure, but the allure of weapon crafting from a bygone era felt quite enticing.
But most importantly, a phrase she'd read in one of the old books at the orphanage had left a lasting impression on her.
"Know your enemy and know yourself and you can fight a hundred battles, without disaster," she whispered.
But as it turned out, she wasn't quite prepared for Professor Rundrik. The other aspirants were nothing to scoff at; they, too, were quite exceptional.
A shadow suddenly loomed over her. Samantha also looked up in surprise.
A wave of excited murmurs rippled through the hall. A dark-haired youth stood in front of her table.
A pair of honey brown eyes stared back at her.
"Is this seat taken?" Morgan asked.
" Seeing how much the rest of the scions despise the
