***Wolf’s POV***
It was a beautiful spring day, and the streets of Sundol were bustling with hundreds of high-powered Masters that had come to see the creation of another. As tradition, I was not allowed to leave the Wicksthorn Castle until 5 o’clock in the evening, however the streets were busy with celebration and I watched it with a smile from the balcony in the tower. The cherry trees that lined the streets were all in bloom, and the smell of fresh baked pies filled the town's air, for every baker, housewife, and chef was making enough pies to feed the congregation.
The great hand carved wooden clock tower in the center of town clicked away time, until it chimed at five o’clock. After the fifth chime, the crowed that was lined up along the streets grew silent, and the castle gat
