Divola Archer Dorian lazily stacked his books into his locker.
Archer was a beautiful boy,calling him handsome would earn you a quick and simple death. Being an elf,long hair was no surprise. Archer wore his long,really long, pearl white hair in a ponytail,part of it flowing down his shoulders. The sixteen year old elf had golden eyes, matching perfectly with his name 'Divola'. His mother,back in the Atani World had given him that name since he had the same exact features as his late father, Lane Dorian. 'Divola' was supposed to mean 'exactly'.Clad in the academy uniform,Archer looked so damn hot. Their uniform was a white button down shirt,grey trousers,a grey V-neck sweater,a regal green tie with yellow stripes, complete with a navy blue coat. This setup gave Archer an undoubtedly beautiful make.
Sighing slightly,Archer rummaged through his books in search for his Basic Magical Studies book. Professor Dorath Moone was going to be super mad if he didn't have that book in her class.
"C'mon. C'mon,now."he thought out loud, scurrying through his locker. And then he saw it."There you are!"
"Yoo, what's up!" a familiar voice almost made Archer jump up.
"Hey,dude.You freaked me out!"
Leaning against the lockers was Ebony Robbins. Ebony was Archer's best friend. The two sophomores met in their chamber,a year ago and sure made a nice pair. Ebony was two generations away from his white great grandmother and black great grandfather,so he was almost becoming white since his biracial grandfather married a white and his father,too,married Ebony's white mother.So you would be racist if you called him black, even though his name said otherwise.
Ebony had a bush of fawn hair on his head,his black eyes as playful as always.He spoke Ebonics,mostly.
"I've been practicing my teleportation skills," Ebony beamed,with a happy smile on his face.
"And you sure did master it,"Archer slammed his locker shut.
"Oh yeah.I hoped you'd notice,"Ebony said,with a hint of gaiety in his voice.
Teleportation was a skill almost all modern day elves mastered. Once you lived back in the Atani World,you needed to master that skill. But it was kinda difficult, especially for shapeshifter-elves.
"And I have,"Archer slung his bag across his shoulders,"Now c'mon.Let's get to class,lest we get detained for a month."
"We could just teleport there,"Ebony said. He had the anxiety that was typical of those who had just learnt to teleport. But for elves like Archer who had learned that skill,they opted to use their feet to the fullest.
"You go on.We'll meet in class,"Archer nodded him off."Sure thing,"Ebony scoffed, disappearing in a puff.
Shaking his head in disapproval,Archer walked to class.
Gal Míren was an academy,and at the same time a school. Crested on a hill and given the palacial build you would call it a palace if you could,but Gal Míren was no palace. It looked like a palace but with many more facilities untypical of palaces. In the centre of the pentagonally built school buildings was a large tree, almost a hundred times the size of a normal tree. The Third Tree Of Valinor. This tree was bred of the surviving barks of the Twin Trees Of Valinor,and was held up by some magic the teachers refused to tell the students. This tree,in contrary to the trees from which it came,provided protection to the people who took care of it. It held up a dome,which would burn anyone or anything that didn't justly deserve to cross through it. It was in the same tree that was the library,for the tree seemed to help anyone who read a book within its barks to understand what they were reading.
At the five corners of the pentagonal palace were trees,one at a corner. These were the Dunédains. 'Just ordinary beeches' you would call them. But these trees,too,protected Gal Míren. They were bewitched to look as if they were ablaze, beneath the light of the moon, since wraiths,here in Arda,fear fire excessively. The magic of making trees appear as if they were on fire was typical of the Dunédains,so the trees were named after them.
Gal Míren,in itself,was aimed to equip young elves with knowledge about Arda,their home and how to survive in Arda,with knowledge on how to work their abilities,since every elf that was born in the Atani World was considered disabled. Gal Míren was here to grace the elves with all this knowledge. The academy half of Gal Míren equipped students with skills in swordsmanship,archery,martial arts and multiple ways to survive in the Atani World. Founded by a great wizard,Remuel, the school was situated on a hill surrounded by lush green but dangerous forest,in Southern Mirkwood. It was blended with the Atani style and the Elven nature.
"Now...as Freshmen,you were taught The Power Of Will,but for Sophomores,a much more complicated art it is.."
Archer listened as Professor Dorath Moone went on to preach the gospel of Basic Magical Studies. Professor Moone was an aging elf.She had long grey hair,with strands of completely white,tied in a perm behind her. Clad in long white robes,she looked at her students from behind her round gold brimmed glasses, holding a pointer.
"..The Power Of Will is one simple thing but it could become difficult if you have a weak mindset. The art that I teach is much more complicated,even to those who have very strong mindsets.So... brace yourselves,for what we are about to learn will require some really strong will.We are going to learn the Art Of Manipulation...."
At the mention of 'Art Of Manipulation', the students mused. This lesson was going to be super fun.
"For starters,you should know the branches of manipulation,which majorly include kinesis. There are other branches of manipulation but we will study Kinesis first before we venture further into the deeper secrets of Manipulation. Now...I'm going to need research about the different kinds of Kinesis. For sure,the library is open."