The bunch walked through the dirt roads as they made their way through the crowd of people who happened to be enjoying the nice spring breeze. Whiteridge was one of the best places to be during this time of year as well as summer.

A girl was sitting by one of the trade shops in which her father worked. She recognized the young faces as the ward children. A soft smile tugged at her thin lips as one glanced at her. The youthful girl that had glanced at her had beautiful chocolate eyes and medium brown hair. She stood at about five feet five inches thought the little girl.

Hazel had just glanced at a little girl who looks about ten years of age. The girl smiled softly just before Hazel could look away. All of the students in school would always think differently of the ward children. They'd snicker anytime they'd be walking to their classes. Max is the shyest out of the group but most likely the smartest. His bright blue eyes and slicked back brown hair made him quite attractive. They indeed do.

The castle's bells rang, signaling that the schoolmaster's had begun their recruiting. Justin breathed nervously as each an every one walked in. First to appear was battlemaster Sir Morgan. Sir Morgan isn't one to be late to special occasions like these, to occasions he's been invited to at all, if they're even the slightest bit important. Sir Rolant followed waiting to recruit a scribe as he is the scribemaster after all. Lady Sapphira walked through the thin door frame as well as Lady Theofania afterwards. Lady Sapphira teaches the young cooks the skills they need to become very successful in this castle. That's where Raven wants to be most, she's loved to cook ever since her mom taught her how to bake cookies as a little girl. Lady Theofania is the person for Hazel, she's apart of the Heads of Diplomatic service. There's nothing better than diplomatic activity.

Last but not least, Sir Gabriel presented his arrival with a soft greeting to his fellow coworkers. He teaches the already trained knights from Sir Morgan to keep of a battlehorse. He teaches them the proper ways to ride and keep them tidy as well as a few movements himself. Something moved slightly in the corner of Justin's eye. Trying not to be rude, he kept to himself and stood up straight for the recruiters that wait before him.

Carlyle waited in the corner of the small but also spacious room as his companions listened to the names of the ward children. One in particular caught his eye. Shaggy light brown hair was layered over. Not too long, not too short. Carlyle's hair looked as if he cut it with a knife. But you wouldn't be wrong about it. He surely does cut it with his very own saxe knife.

His saxe knife curved on the left side and made a pointy tip with the other end. The right side was straight but turned diagonal just enough to create that sharp tip. He had only one other knife and that was just a basic throwing knife. That knife started thin and curved wider as it moved along. Around the top it curved back inwards to make a not so sharp tip.

Baron Wymare stood up slowly and nodded for the ward children to step in line from tallest to shortest. Justin happened to be last between the boys. Ashton stood at what people would guess six feet and three inches as for Max who only stood at six feet. Raven stood last in line at five feet and four inches, she's been recently measured for this purpose. Lady Sapphira was a tall elegant woman. Wavy ginger hair and piercing green eyes suited her face.

"Listen up ladies, gentlemen. I'd like you to start off wit your full name and then the school you'd like to attend. Let's start with Ashton." softly said the Baron. Ashton stepped forward and spoke clearly. "Ashton Brown. Battleschool, sir!" Sir Morgan smiled thinly and stood up to study the young boy. Strong is one word to describe this boy. Confident and brave are others. He nodded his head a few times and finally decided to respond to the request.

"He's most definitely strong and tall. Confident as well. I like him, I say yes to your request young man." Ashton smiled with excitement and stepped back in line. He wasn't as tense now that he knew he was going into battleschool. Max stood forward and spoke a little quieter than what people would normally. "Maxwell Kane. S-scribeschool, sir." he closed his eyes for a split second after stuttering due to being extremely nervous. Justin patted his shoulder reassuringly.

"May I see his results?" quietly asked Sir Rolant. Baron Wymare nodded his head once and opened his desk drawer. He pulled out a few papers that seemed to have been from school test they took earlier in the year. Justin breathed a little harder now that it was almost his turn. Rolant observed the papers carefully as he read through the vocabulary and other scribe related material. His scores were absolutely remarkable except for a little struggle in speech.

"This kid is a genius. A little help from my school and you'll be speaking as fluent as ever in no time. Welcome Maxwell." Those words were engraved into Max's brain but before he could stop himself a statement spewed out of his mouth. "I'd like for you to just call me Max, sir."

"Very well. Welcome Max." he corrected himself with a small smile in return. Max nodded and stepped back in line. Justin let out a shaky breath before he stood forward and nervously spoke aloud. "Justin. Battleschool, sir." Sir Morgan as well as Baron Wymare found themselves frowning lightly. "Do you have a last name, young lad?" Sir Morgan asked. The Baron immediately replied without hesitation. "He never knew his parents, sorry Morgan."

He nodded at that statement and circled Justin curiously. He had a small build and sounded nervous. "He's quite small for a fifteen year old. Usually small people aren't the strongest. Gabriel?"

"I'm afraid he won't do. My horses could easily break him." Tears formed in Justin's eyes. The burning sensation had him trying his hardest to keep back his tears. He was just embarrassed in front of ten people. Make that eleven people, as a figure appeared from the corner that had caught his eye earlier. The cloaked figure handed the Baron a small sheet of paper with few words on it. Baron Wymare raised his eyebrows at the paper and glanced at the person who still said nothing. "Are you sure about this Carlyle?" Carlyle pushed back the hood of his cloak which finally gave him some type of color. "There's only one way to find out." he said only loud enough for the baron to hear. They both nodded in agreement.

What could the note possibly say? Is it about his parents? Do they finally know who his parents were? He had to find out. Justin made a plan on to sneak into this same room, the baron's office, tonight and take a peek at the note. He'll put it back like no soul were ever there. Tonight he'll find out what this so called Carlyle knows about him...