Fantastic+Setting+Story

Enphyra skulked down the empty, lower-wing dining hall of The Academy. Late-afternoon sun filtered through the giant, narrow windows that climbed all the way to the top of the grand hall, lazy particles of dust shimmering in the golden beams. It was well past dinner time, and the large dining hall was completely empty, save the lone, scurrying student. She made her way out of the hall and into a wide corridor, glancing at the faces of the few people she passed. The great heights of the Rocky Mountains could be seen from the windows that she passed, their snowy caps glinting blindingly in the setting light of the sun. Enphyra grumbled as she continued into a cozy lounge. A great window filled almost the entire opposite wall, giving the whole room the magnificent, lower-wing view down into the Rocky Mountain valleys of Old Colorado. The Chasm could be seen far off in the distance. It was a great, dark blemish carved into the mountain range, left by the Dwarven siege that occurred there over a decade ago.

Enphyra spied her mark, and shuffled across the room to a puffy leather couch that faced a large-screened television.

"I've been looking for you," she spoke, leaning over the back of the couch to rest her elbows on the head of its occupant.

"Good. I was hoping you'd come join me. Reset the console and grab a controller," the young male replied, tipping his head back to look up at Enphyra with a calm smile. She patted his cheek lightly.

"Unfortunately, that's not what I was looking for you for," Enphyra grumbled, and the boy blinked his deep eyes at her. "Our division has been stationed to guard the upper-wing ramparts tonight. I already told Hannah and Ace." The boy gave a big sigh, letting his head fall to sink into the back of the couch.

"Really?"

"Yes, Henry."

"But we covered the patrols last week. Shouldn't Jame's division be up for this?"

"I guess they were assigned a different mission for tonight... it was last minute, so we're filling in on their patrol."

"Cool... I guess my night of respite won't be spent playing Xbox with you."

"No, Henry," she chuckled. Her division partner sighed as he flicked off the game, and then the television. He spread his arms high into the air as he stretched his muscular frame thoroughly before standing. He smiled drowsily at Enphyra as he did so, straightening his plain white, couch-wrinkled shirt. The color made his olive-toned skin pop, and contrasted starkly to his dark hair. In contrast, because of her elvish background, Enphyra inherited the looks of her people. Her skin was a pale, near-white, with rosy pink flush, and her short-cropped hair was a soft platinum.

Henry led the way out of the lounge, and the two young adults made their way to the upper-wing section of the Academy. They met up with the other half of their squad in the barracks.