Zero hastily ran towards the opposite direction, confronting the wave of terror that had struck the student's moxies. The atmosphere turned grim, similar to their faces, as Professor Snow showed no sign of haulting his nimbus. Mr.Snow transforms his superficial human appearance into something mythical, known as the dhampires. His fangs began protruding down on the level of his jaws, his fair skin was now flushed white, and the visible scraps from the torn edges of his clothes stitches together under the black mists forming an obsidian cape. He stood atop of their view, nearly touching the sky.
"Sire!" Professor Zync shouts from the top of his lungs, hoping to be noticed; but to no avail. To Zync, Snow was his little brother, his best friend. Graduated in the same year, school, and even lived in the same dorm for an apparent time. They were siblings from a different mother, a pair stronger than ever. They would always mess around, hopping from one place to another, cutting classes and even distracting on going lectures from dissimilar classrooms. They were labelled as the "11:11". It was perfect for the twain, achieving their wishes and dreams together. They were ironically the kind-delinquents of the Warford's school. Standing up to the bullies, helping the weak and managing everyone in their room. Before long, they were elected as the leaders of their school, Snow, and vice president, Zync, of the student council. To those who had complained and played dirty tricks to their classmates was shunned formally by the duo, marking the troublesome ironically from their own. The peaceful query and youth continued and lasted for about 2 years. Upon reaching their second year level in high school, an international terrorist attacked the 'great library', making the students cower in fear. Fortunately, helped had arrived and the court magicians successfully repelled the organisation, which they've been calling themselves as the 'Dark deception'. Their goal was yet to be known but they, the academe's assumption, concluded that their motives was to steal the ancient scriptures, that contains the lost magic circles and spells from the late 18th century, located at the deepest archives. The whole student council commenced a meeting, including Zync and Snow as the representative of the high school body, and discussed further actions that could fend off and prevent the scariest possibilities. The age gap between members proved no miscommunication and criticism by the various college councils. The discussion went to adjourn, notifying everyone about their plan and action; which left both Zync and Snow confused. Magic. The council was thoroughly using magic, a phenomenon that even scientist are having difficulties to explain. Telekinesis, elemental powers which are widely known as fire, water, nature, lightning, earth and wind (and some combinations that are unknown, yet to be discovered); even mythical creatures like the the chimeras and hydras are seated right across the college members, being petted normally similar from a tamed animal. It was indeed absurd but they didn't mind, and ended up accepted as a custom to their daily lives. Pheonix was the current Principal or Dean of the entire school, leading everyone within his grasps. Like his name describes, his scarlet hair scattered like a fiery hawk, while his formal white suit and pants exposing himself as a noble of some sort despite his old age. He had lived for 65 years, and was one of the brilliant accountant student that the school had ever enrolled. His magic ability goes as follows; he can bend the fiery red and yellow flames to his will; furthermore create advance familiars to that could fight in his steed and follows simple commands, but drastically consumes his mana over time. He was one of the co-founder of the "blazing guild", an underdog organisation under fire elementalists. "Zync. Snow. Come here for a second" Pheonix calls them forth. "I'm sorry for inviting you guys for the troubles that lies ahead. We...the council wouldn't be too sure for the safety of the whole academy...rest assured that I wouldn't force you guys to wage this war" he explains with a depressing expression beneath his eyes. His wrinkles began appearing on the edges of his face, concealing the guilt which he felt upon bringing these high school students in their grave.
"We won't let anyone sacrifice their lives while sitting in a corner studying geographic's and those lame subjects!" Cried Zync, producing a furious look on the sympathy from their professor.
"Look, Zync, we can't do anything about it this! How can we be of any use if we can't even do the simplest magic. WE DON'T EVEN KNOW A SINGLE MAGIC!" Snow tugs the shoulder of his and roared with all of his might.
Needless to say, he did mentioned a strong point that is difficult to counterfeit. If they were be able to master such spells in the earliest span of time, would be their only chance for them to participate in the said event; which was also mentioned by Pheonix himself.
"Then we'll learn them!" as the duo shouted, gazing to their professor.