Ander awoke to yelling. Oh no he thought as he realized who it was. His parents were arguing over where to send him for schooling and he wasn’t allowed to be included in the conversation. His dad was trying to send him to a swordsmanship school, while his mom was trying to get him to become a priest. Personally he didn’t want to be either, he wanted to be a wizard. Wizards were feared, but they were also admired and people aspired to be them just so that they could use their magical abilities. Ander was sick of his parents arguing so he packed some clothes, sneaked downstairs, and went into the pantry. He grabbed a lot of food because he was planning on heading around 15 miles away to the wizard school of his dreams; Stark Light Academy. He went back upstairs grabbed his wallet and set out to the bank.

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20 minutes later he had arrived at the bank and pulled out all of his savings knowing that if his parents found out that he was running away would try to block his access to money, getting him to eventually come home. He had about just enough to get enrolled and purchase all of the supplies he needed and for 3 weeks supply of food. So, now fully prepared, Ander headed out on his journey.