In a tenebrous chamber in the Tranberg Academy, Heraclitus fixed his eyes at the stained glass window in the center of the vaulted room. The scintillating rays of the golden sun were bent and contorted and filled the room with a multi-colored radiance of crimson, gold, green, blue and purple. Heraclitus basked in the splendor of the glistening shards of glass that projected the sun's heavenly rays into the dark and melancholy chamber. On the opposite side of the room, grotesque shadows formed from the projected light. These strange shadows and arabesque figures pranced about the room in their twisted and gnarled forms and loomed menacingly in the back walls of the room. The spacious chamber was filled with books, pencil drawings, weighty tomes and archaic statues. The works of venerable scholars, philosophers, dramatists and warrior-poets such as Xenophon, Thucydides, Herodotus, Aeschylus, Sophocles, Sallust, Titus Livy, Cornelius Tacitus, Virgil, Euripides, Horace, Ovid and Lucan graced this room while austere, cold and gloomy statues flanked the entranceway to this private study room.

One particular statue illustrated the grim visage of pale and sickly Death with a painful and agonizing look to its expression while another statue depicted a glorious warrior-scholar with a drawn sword in one hand and a scroll in another. This majestic figure loomed above the diminutive figure of Heraclitus and seemed to hover above him in a protective manner. On Heraclitus' working table, a series of pictures and sketches depicting dilapidated buildings, battle scenes and ceremonial constumes as well as a collection of astronomical charts lie scattered in an untidy fashion. On a smaller table adjacent to the main table, a goblet of ambrosia and sweet nectar filled the room with a pleasant aroma of honey.

Heraclitus the melancholy and introspective scholar finished his studies and left his vaulted chamber to the massive Tranberg library. As the chief librarian, the impressive collection of books that filled the library were under his direct control. However, as a mild and lenient figure Heraclitus did not interact with the students imperiously and always aided the academically struggling students with their course work. As always, Heraclitus marveled at the towering shelves of books, the gigantic Baroque paintings that spanned the entire side of the library and the two colossal statues that guarded the flanks of the doorway.

"I am a petty or even a worthless figure when compared to these huge bronze figures or colossi", exclaimed Heraclitus. The head scholar gazed at the two bronze giants. Each colossus was covered in precious and semi-precious stones and was adorned with a layer of silver that was shaped in the form of a muscle cuirass. The visages of these colossi were solemn and their eyes scanned the heavens. "These bronze gods must truly scorn the mortal, terrestrial realm", uttered Heraclitus.