Scarlet lead Moniker to her mother. Her goal was to get Moniker suitable clothing to wear as he was still in his shabby grey robe boots.

"My mother is always good with clothes. She will be the best help."

Soon Samantha was in front of Moniker. Sizing him up for a proper robe. A robe is what defines a mage. The color of the robe shows what magic they specialize in.

"How about silver as the base of the robe and a golden trim since like those colors so much?"

"Trim?" Moniker asked in confusion however Samantha continued on swiftly and deftly

"I'll just get started then."

The mana around her index finger spun and began to weave and stitch The silver sheen of base emitted a powerful look of nobility while the golden trim highlighted the silver complementing them both to make the most beautiful robe has ever made.

"Pretty..."

"Thank you."

Moniker dawned the robe, slid the hood back away from his head, and then was directed to a mirror by Samantha. Of course, she herself did not appear in it because she was part vampire however in place of Moniker's reflection was a white shadow.

"I wonder what race he is from."

"Me too." Scarlet wondered with her.

Moniker then left the ground in favor of flying. Scarlet went to a disclosed location to change from her dress into her armor. Scarlet was going to a village to show Moniker what the place was like. They were on a path of stone in the middle of the forest. The trees around it were tall and thin. Then a silhouette approached from ahead.

"Who?"

"Don't worry about it, Moniker."

The person approached Scarlet and Moniker. He had white hair and white eyes and was wearing a blue robe.

"Hey, Scarlet. Are you ready for the ceremony? Who is he? Why is he flying?"

Scarlet disregarded the first question and went to the next.

"He was at the bottom of the dungeon. I cleared it."

"You cleared that thing? I thought it was a joke that your dad made. No one has ever cleared it."

"Who?"

"What's the owl's name?"

"Its Moniker."

"What's with the robe? Some type of unique magic?"

"Maybe, but he's not a mage yet so he needs to go to the academy with me."

"Academy?"

"Yeah, you're going to learn to use magic."

"He doesn't know how to use magic? Then how is he flying?

"We think it's because of his race."

"What is he?"

"I think it's some sort of ancient sky elf."

"Well then, hello there Moniker. I'm Nova.