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When he took off his hooded cloak, that’s when I really saw him. He was a little taller than me, a five-foot-seven human elementalist. He had a deep tan and reddish brown hair. He had his hair cut short but the radiance of the color stood out on his skin. Then the headmaster commanded another grueling task for him to complete, “Take off your top garment Isk, please.” I could tell that Isk was not happy with the command, or question, the headmaster may have called it. Slowly and very sleekly, Isk took off his top. It hit everyone like a ton of bricks. His beauty mark that ran down most of the right side of his face right down his darkened shoulder, almost to his mid-back, was a show of pure supremacy. The mark was lots of fine lines running in a sort of web-like pattern all along his face and then to his shoulder. They were gleaming purple, the same color as his eyes. I just then noticed his eyes. His eyes shocked me into pure speechlessness. They matched the color of his tattoo, a bright purple that radiated around his pupils. “Passion?” The headmaster boomed and sent me out of the rant going on inside my head. “I am sorry, sir. Repeat that.” I mumbled delightfully. Maybe I could play off that I had been gazing wildly at Isk. Maybe, just maybe, no one would notice that I was thunderstruck. “I asked you a question Ms. Passion.” He added with a scolding tone. “What do you realize about this boy in our midst?” The man ridiculed. Isk had lowered his garments to the stage but never dropped them down. His head was down and his eyes were fixed on the crowd. The material flowed in the wind, but much wind was not present. They just freely drifted in the air. He had an affinity for wind and air. He was at least and Espen Elementalist. “He has the mark of an Espen, sir. He is an Espen.” I replied. I was not at all scared by this fact, only intrigued. He has to be exceptional to be at Dathor Academy. I can’t wait to find out just how special he really is.