Marcus Burke

Marcus cannot sleep. It is not excitement, precisely, that keeps him awake. Rather, it is a kind of trepidation. For the last few years, the Wren Royal Academy had been his home, and he had fallen into a routine. Now, on the eve of his graduation, he had no idea where he would go next. He had no friends or family to go back to, and the closest person he had, Feldan, was a caravan merchant and would be very difficult to find. He could simply apply directly to the military, but his unusual abilities could prove a hindrance in an environment that encouraged conformity.

To take his mind off of his anxieties, Marcus is currently reading a book, a saga of some ancient hero whose tale had been passed down through the generations. He is sitting cross legged, leaning back against one of the walls of his room. On a whim, he looks up from the text and out his window.