If one were to look at the Faerie Arts Academy from a bird’s eye view, most would immediately recognize the shape. A pentagram. Stone brick walkways made up each of the mystical shape’s lines, including the circling border. Most of the campus’ buildings were inside the central star or alongside the roads. Each of the five triangles were known as the “Spears” and contained all the classrooms and teaching areas, the gaps between the star and the outer circular border were called “Sheilds”; these were where the dormitories were located for the students, and they were surrounded by large and beautiful parks and gardens.
The pentagon shape in the center of the star was the “Core” and it was where many of the administrative or common buildings were. It was in one such building that I now stood. I had decided that the best option for earning experience would be to kill two birds with one stone.
Money wasn’t easy to come by in the academy, everyone got weekly allowances based on their performances during the past seven days. But unless you were the perfect student, these were tiny sums that only allowed for the basic necessities. If a student wanted more money, they’d need to do something extra on their own time.