The border between the human and elven continents stretched out like a natural barrier, dividing the lands yet symbolizing the tenuous peace between the two.
A crisp morning breeze rustled through the trees, carrying with it the scent of pine and earth, as the envoy of elven students gathered at the edge of the vast forest that marked the transition between Alagaesia and Eldoria.
Fifty elven students, each dressed in the flowing, elegant robes of their respective houses, stood in neat lines.
Their expressions ranged from excitement to anxiety.
Among them, the most important figure, Princess Elara Silversong, stood at the center of the group, her presence unmistakable.
Her silver hair, a mark of royal lineage, shimmered in the early morning sun, and her emerald eyes carried the poise and confidence of someone born to lead.