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The academia had been burnt by something fierce and its halls silent only except for the occasional breeze and idle pitter-patter of vermin in search for a meal or a place of refuge. It was only when the young woman ascended the stairs of Celestia's grounds would a lone figure of a tall robed man standing before her. His finery was of browns and darker colors that seemed to swirl or change at a glimpse, whilst his face seemed hidden under a mammoth sized wizarding cap his eyes glowed like a pair of ominous blue orbs which took upon the role of his eyes. In his left gnarled hand was a staff which he clenched tightly and it only seemed to match his height.

"Magic can be a dangerous thing when not properly handled." The robed figure piped up only to remain in the spot he stood upon her arrival. "Academia Celestia, a twin school if you would, housed some of the most acutest minds and willfully ignorant souls that thought they could master the fine arts and handle its lore."

The old wizard continued to look upon the newcomer only to raise his hand towards them. His staff began to glow slightly only to dissipate like ash being blown away from a doused fire. "I presume you had come here to learn? Those things you carry obviously are enchanted and work on a higher principle than most. Most students start from nothing more than a dream and the understanding of what is to come, yet I imagine you already know much of your own."