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As the surging storms weave to-and-fro, like waves in the sea, people are living their ordinary life. On the former Sunmaker Park, next to the towering walls of the Kholinar Palace, there sits a university: The Kholinar Institute of Surgebinding. Its construction was personally funded by former King Gavilar, in the year prior to his death, 1166, proclaimed through the Edict of Higher Education.
“Watch where you walk, brown-eyed freak!”
Kaladin got shoved into a locker. The force was excessive, giving him a small concussion.
As he steadied himself, he gathered his fallen notes of “Basics of Gravitation”.
“What were they thinking? I still can’t believe that they let a person like…you in here. Disgusting!"
The light-eyed student spat at Kaladin, he tried a faint Basic Lashing to pull it away from him, but it hit, he still had much to learn…The group of students left. Kaladin put himself together, dusting the navy-blue uniform off.
A redhead student passed him by, focused on her studying. She was reading a book called “Arts and Majesty”. In it, laid detailed all the Vorin ideals she needed to understand to get into her sorority. He looked at her backpack, which had some scribbles he couldn’t see from afar and her name inscribed on it:
Shallan Davar.