The letter slipped through your slot was sealed in a freakishly ancient style of blue wax stamped onto the back. Breaking the seal, you're greeting with a large, maroon sigil, the snarling beast's head of Createrrion Academy. You've heard of the famous monster-taming oriented university, but like everyone else it was no more than a myth. Below the intricate design is a phrase of Latin. Monstra et in concordia hominum. Everyone had heard the legendary phrase, first coined by the founder of the Academy, Rubold Adair. The Academy was supposed to be nothing more than a ruined building gone up in flames by a rogue dragon or hellhound centuries ago, never to exist again. But here was the real deal, sitting in your hands. However, it could be a false. But who would go to such lengths to make such an intricate prank? You hadn't dare tell anyone the Secret. A chill runs down your spine as you realize someone may had found out. You scan the letter, penned in long, flowing black ink, and it read as thus:



Congratulations Applicant,

On observation of your revolutionary work in monstro-human etnics you have been selected for a full tuition to Createrrion Academy. This gift is given to few, only those with the expertise, cunning, and a dash of recklessness involved in working with the world of monsters. It is a great gift, but not the greatest gift of all. The true gift of the world is your brain, and at Createrrion, we will hone it into one of the greatest the world has even seen, should you accept. Upon confirmation, directions and full paid travel shall follow soon. I await you, Applicant, and hope to see what you can do.
Margaret Adair
Headmaster of Createrrion Academy


Another chill runs through you. You have to see the truth of this "Academy." It was, after all the opportunity of a lifetime. Quickly, you pen a response and shove it into the mailbox, barely containing your excitement. Throwing together some things, your suitcase is ready even though it could be a week before you know how to get there. It would give you time to wrap things up, to get your Secret ready. But would the school be ready for you?



As orientation flies slowly by, you notice the people around you. Each has their own creature, just like you. A smile begins to spread across your face, there are some just like you. The struggles they'd faced with the Monstro-Police, the countless hours spent finding its favorite food. It almost seems like fate you would end up in this place. As people slowly drift away, you snap back to reality realizing orientation is over. It's time for classes. What would await you first?