The city of Cloud Metro resembled no other where it sat way up in the clouds. Streets gleamed with polished hard rock that accented the tall buildings twisting up through blue sky and cloudy streamers. The lines of the cable trams got lost in the blurs, showing only sleek boxes sliding through the many vertical levels of the city, like there was no real ground, only grounds above ground. It was at this highest point in the city’s center that Stratous Magus sat.

To those inhabitants of Cloud Metro, the school stood above any other. Not just anyone could get there, but only those who received the letter. A selected pick among of city of normal and abnormal.

Tumaini clenched his letter into a mockery of an origami snake. High up in the city as they were, the sun lit everything so that the school grounds shone in their full vibrant colors. From the city levels below, it looked like a jewel on a black bowl platform, the central pillar disappearing far below to the very base of the city. Up close, it looked a little unreal. As the tram reached its final stop, the group of students started to shuffle off, each of them with a matching ID tag hung around a digital blue lanyard tagged to each of them. He couldn’t say how it worked, but each person’s ID was only theirs to use. Tumaini tucked his beneath a brown cotton shirt and stepped off as well.

The tram’s depot sat on the edge of a large courtyard ringed with rails and what appeared to be a tall glass wall. It disappeared into nothing, looking impressive and almost invisible at the same time. Buildings rose along the courtyard’s sides and took up most of the school grounds, white, silver, and gold making up the predominant colors of the sprawling modern art exhibit. They called this a high school, but it wasn’t that at all. Stratous Magus was a school for those with super powers, and like every other student, Tumaini received his letter because he could do something no regular human could.

Of course, he applied too late, a part of him not wanting to go, so he did not get accepted in time the previous year. Although he didn't procrastinate with that goal in mind, he felt relieved at the time. Now, as he joined the crowd of students walking to a single destination, he just felt apprehensive. Other students walked past him toward the tower at the school's center, but he found his feet faltering.

The opening ceremony. What would it be like? Would every student that would attend the school be stuffed into one great hall? Without a super parent to tell him about the school, he didn't know what to expect. Despite the fact he looked lost though, he knew exactly which way to go. Just follow everyone else. Everyone here was a student or staff after all. Getting accepted upgraded his ID and only those with that access could get on the tram. Besides, the letter told him all he needed to know. Just, not everything he wanted.

In reality, Tumaini just didn't want to follow through. Sighing, he forced his legs to start working again, but he'd long since stopped paying attention to his surroundings and just walked forward with a dazed and rather doomed sort of air.