The Student Council Chamber at Obsidian Academy was a place of power, located at the highest point of the school. The ceiling was tall, painted with stars that glowed softly under magical chandeliers.
A large round table made of dark oak stood in the center, its shiny surface reflecting the faces of the academy's top students—thirteen of the most important people in the school.
Prince Cassian, the Vice President, sat with an annoyed look. His voice was sharp. "Why are we waiting? Do we really have to hold up the whole council for someone who doesn't belong here?"
The Iron Leader, a big, tough-looking guy, leaned back. "The Bronze Leader isn't here yet."
Darius laughed, his grin full of arrogance. "Bronze Leader?" he sneered. "What a joke. The Bronze section is useless. Letting him sit with us is just charity."
