Free Haze of Dusk (A trilogy) by Immer C.H Page A

the pillow is yank away from me. “What other room you weirdo! We’re going to be late, come on wake up,” reality kicks me in the stomach, and I sit up in a flash. Holy crap, I almost forgot. I AM Jorsay ! Ramuso sighs in relief. The poor boy seems bushed by the struggles of waking me. He’s dresses in a very odd outfit, dark trousers up to his calves, with suspenders, a long-sleeve tunic folded to his elbow, and a pointed cloth hat.  His curly-ponytail sticks out. As odd as it is, the look fits his personality. Also, I can’t help but notice he’s quite intriguing.
    I look out the balcony; the skies are rim in darkness. No wonder I feel so exhausted. Never in my life have I woken at such an hour to get ready for school. But in Doomsvell, the youngest suffer a lot more than the older. In order to join the others in training by the lunch hours, classes need to be early.  I get ready in a jiffy. I put on brown trousers that fit my body just right, with a sleeveless white shirt that its front edges are longer than its side— my brother’s comfy style. Putting on my heavy boots I discover Ramuso and I share the same learning schedule, this makes me feel comfortable, for now I know I’m in the best of hands.
    We run downstairs and go through many magical doors that take us to a spherical immense room with many doors. Young teenagers are pushing and striking one another to get to their classes. A bell thumps three times, indicating tardiness. Ramuso and I run to door 033, our first class. The class is full, and it has already started. To the left of the room sits a total of fifteen well dressed girls. The majority of them half humans- half sovy, a few elves, three yolks, and the rest I can’t identify their races—most of them are wearing their Doomsvell shawl. To the right sits a group of young boys, nearly each of them blend with elves. Gazing around, I recognize an elf girl. She lifts a hand and timidly waves at me; it is Azania, and she seems abnormally cheerful. I partly smile and strain a gesture.
    “ Ye two are late!” a loud voice startles us both. Ramuso and I wiggle to hear his voice, but as I confront him I fall at ease. “Ronneto,” I say smiley, glad he’s going to be one of my instructors. “It is Wizard Ronneto boy, now sit before I get an idea how to punish ye two for’r being late.” Ramuso takes my arm and drags me to two empty seats in the front row. Ronneto isn’t very nice when on duty. Is that the way to treat the future of this world? I should be praised.
    Ronneto continues explaining dynamic equations on the off-white wall. Every time he points at the wall with his staff equations automatically appear, showing an illustration. So much better than Duolic—we had a brown board with chalk. I strictly pay attention, and write everything he demonstrates on my large brown-leather blank manuscript. But he is too quick, and I rapidly lose the work. I glimpse at Ramuso. He isn’t writing but goggling at a pretty girl with golden hair. I frown. “Why are you not copying?” I ask ingeniously.
    “ What for, I can copy from you later…” his words aggravate me. And who does he think he is? I’ll work and he flirts, that little brat. There’s no way in hell I’m going to be his servant. 
    “ I don’t think so you—”
    “ Apprentice Zayras!” Ronneto shouts, his heated tone makes me stand in an instant. I’m still trembling to his pitched. 
    “Ye...yes sir...” I swallow hard.  Ronneto points at an arithmetic-problem on the wall, he asks me to give him a well concluded clarification. If I remember that lecture, my life would be simple. But as I stand there, looking at the problem, I receive nothing but a headache. Srogeri told me to practice my arithmetic, but I just don’t get it. I hear myself say umm plenty of times. Suddenly, my breathing increases, all eyes are on me. I feel as if the walls are closing in on me.
    “ Rabbit!” I yell, it’s what I say when I’m nervous,