The boy had now become a teenager. Dressed in the white hooded robes of his fellow students the teen quickly tied it long hair in a ponytail as he yawned. "Get out of bed, Lazybone! We were supposed to meet the Guildmaster on the other side of the river but that was an hour ago! We better get going. Race you there!" Whisper said. "You're on!" Zane smirked running out of the room and headed outside where he and Whisper approached the Guildmaster waiting at the training ring. "You can put that old stick away. We'll begin training with real weapons now." "AH!" she grunted hitting the ground. "Sure."