School for Nymphs

Like Harry Potter? Then you will like this!

There was once a man that walked out of the River. People were astounded! The man hadn't even walked in!
This man's name was Firvarr, and he was the headmaster at Parsifalis' School of Training and Learning.
Firvarr was off to fetch Karisklusmos (pronounced: Care-iss-clues-MOSE) , a little male nymph who was just about ready for school.
He found him, knee-deep in the water, swimming. Come, Karisklusmos, come, Firvarr thought. Being a nymph, Karisklusmos heard his thoughts, and swam over to him. "Yes?" asked Karisk (let's just call him that. His name's long, trust me, I know) "Come with me. Don't worry-your parents know me. See?" said Firvarr. Sure enough, Karisk's parents were ushering him to go on.
"Okay," thought Karisk.
He was put on top of an eagle, and he flew to the Black Forest.
Along with the other students, Karisk was in a ceremony to discover what kind of nymph he was.
Now just so you know, there are more nymphs than dryads, naiads, hamadryads, etc. There are nymphs of the eagles, nymphs of the sky-the point is, the staff at Parsifalis' must recognize what nymph they are. The students have to chant an incantation, and then they show their true form. Depending on what this form is, the staff will give out a schedule showing what classes they will be assigned to and what time they take place.
Anyways, I just wanted to show you that. Bye! (And have a happy ending-all of you!)