In this world you have 2 primary elements and 2 sub elements when you’re born. There are nobles, middle class, and low class.

You’ve never been to school, never made any friends because you were what they called a velcro child. You stuck to dad and followed him everywhere even work. You were homeschooled until it was time for you to go to Aetherium Academy because what you wanted to do required for you to graduate at an arcane magic school no matter what class you’re in.

Today was orientation. The headmaster would do a brief speech, followed by a check of elemental affinities. Nobles arrived in carriages, while middle-class students rode horses, and the lower class walked. Your rarely seen cousins arrived on armored horses. They’ve been discussing their desire for popularity. You… well… you rode on a dark drake flanked by 2 guards in the toughest armor. The dark drake was your father’s. It was the closest thing you could get to being close to him in a different way.