The ferry sailed across the sea smoothly. Nathanial Howard shivered on the observation deck as the frigid air blew against his skin. He gripped the railing as his scruffy hair blew into his eyes. Nathanial shuffled to a bench quickly, plopping down. He cleaned his thick glasses from sea spray on the bit of his outer shirt which poked out from under his coat. After throughly cleaning the lens, Nathanial put them back on.

He looked at the surroundings, which were much more clear. The distant land he has called home all of his life was getting smaller and smaller each second. Nathanial grinned from ear to ear at the memories of his mum, then suddenly scowled at the thought of his father.

Moments later, the intercom spoke emotionlessly, "Prepare for docking. When the ferry is docking, please stay off of stairs, platforms, or landings until the ferry is at a complete stop. Standing on stairs, platforms, or landings while the ferry is docking could cause serious injury. If you are going back to..." Nathanial stopped listening at this point. He grabbed his suitcase, then stood up from the bench and rushed to the inside of the ferry. He moved quickly to the exit, waiting for the guards to let them off.

Once the guards started to let passengers off, Nathanial was swarmed by others.

"Excuse me... Pardon me... Excuse me..." Nathanial apologized to the many people he bumped into. A though crossed his mind as he rolled his luggage with him. "I wish that I could use magic around them."

After finally getting out of the crowd, Nathanial made his way to his new "Arts" school, Daggard. Known only by the students as Daggard, School of the Arts of Magic.