There must be a mistake.
I can not rid myself from that feeling, surely soon someone will come along and accuse me of something? Azoths mind wandered. He tapped the pencil rapidly against the desk, and a small side of him suddenly felt alone. That feeling was quickly met and from the shadowy corner his constant companion emerged, ever so eager to serve…
The tiny flappings increased as the small dark devil prepared to land on the desk where Azoth was appointed to study. Before the wizard laid several sheets of paper, filled with arcane symbols and patterns few could decipher. Azoth had little trouble with that but he did not manage to stay focused on the study. He, an esteemed member of the Sepret family had just reached a major goal, he had been accepted into the Red Academy.
While the feat in itself was an important stepping stone to many, in his case it had been a matter of life or death. His very life had been depending on this and he had prepared him for exhausting tasks or intrigues. They had not come. Instead he had been signed in without question and without any objections. His family name helped of course… but could it be that simple?
Perhaps it will be even worse, perhaps your initiation is part of a scheme, where You are to be sacrificed to fullfill some other students secret goals. the tiny creatures raspy voice pierced Azoths thoughts and he turned to look at the imp that settled its small claws on one of the scrolls. It tilted its little head tasting the air with its forked tongue.
Yes, that is surely it. I must be careful and prepare for it. Azoth looked down on the sheets and scrolls on the desk. He was here now and must not fail to impress the hierarchy either. If nothing else, it would be a test to be a successful student and manage whatever threat he was destined to meet within the academy halls. For now, he had to learn discipline and pretend he was clueless about any dangers. For now, he had managed to escape his past, and this would open up a new possibility, one where might did not come from his name alone, but the very secrets of the Red Academy. Having soothed his qualms somewhat Azoth finally managed to return his attention to the symbols and patterns.
The imp flapped a few content times with its wings grinning as its master returned its focus on the study… all was going according to plans…
