The spellcraft teacher stood in front of the class, her smile bright and her voice clear. "Today, we are going to learn a conjuration spell that will blow your mind. It's called interdimensional storage, and it lets you store anything you want in a hidden dimension that only you can access. Think of it as your own personal vault, where you can keep things that are too heavy, too big, or too secret for anyone else to see."
She paused and looked at the eager faces of her students. "To cast this spell, you need to say a special chant. The chant sounds like this:"
She uttered the chant slowly and clearly, making sure every syllable was heard.
"Khaanii yavuul, khüüniin gazarluu, Minii duudlagaar, butsaanaa dahi."
Jayce perked up his ears as he recognized the language. He had learned it in a previous life, it was ancient mongolian. He translated the chant in his head, which was a simple rhyme that said:
"Away, depart, to a phantom place, Till I beckon thee, to return again."
She repeated the chant two more times, then asked the class to follow her. The students tried to copy her words, but some struggled with the unfamiliar sounds.
The teacher nodded, pleased with their efforts. She then moved on to the next step; a demonstration.
She said the chant again. This time, something amazing happened. A small black hole appeared in front of her hand, spinning and pulsing. She reached into it and pulled out a book. She held it up for the class to see.
"This is my personal diary," she said. "I keep it in my interdimensional storage for safekeeping. No one can access it except me."
She put the book back into the hole and said the chant again.
The hole closed and vanished.
She clapped her hands and smiled. "Now, it's your turn. Try it out and see what happens."
The students took turns saying the chant and opening their own interdimensional storage holes.
Some of them succeeded, creating small black holes that looked like golf balls only large enough to store pens, coins, or candy.
Some of them failed, either saying the wrong words or not focusing enough. Their holes either didn't appear at all or flickered and vanished.
Some of them surprised everyone with their results. Poppy was one of them. She said the chant perfectly and opened a large black hole that looked like a tray. She placed a few of her books in it and took them out again to applause from the class.
When it was Jayce's turn, he said the chant confidently and opened a huge black hole that covered the ceiling, creating a dark void.
The class gasped in shock and awe, staring at Jayce's creation.
Jayce realized had used too much power and created something too big.
He said the chant again and the hole disappeared.
The class breathed a sigh of relief.
The teacher was both scared and amazed by Jayce's performance. She decided to end the class there.
The students left the classroom, buzzing with excitement about the interdimensional storage spell.
Jayce was about to leave the spellcraft class, about to walk out of the door, when the teacher stopped him. She looked at him with a curious and impressed expression.
"Trainee Jayce, can I have a word with you?" she asked.
Jayce nodded and followed her to her desk. He wondered what she wanted to talk to him about.
The teacher smiled and spoke in a friendly tone.
"Jayce, I have to say, you are an amazing student. You have learned S-class spells in four out of five schools of magic. Word around the teacher circles is that you are a genius, Jayce. A no contest candidate for Knight of the realm."
"Thank you," Jayce said politely.
The teacher continued, her voice becoming more serious.
"But I have to ask you something, Jayce. Why are you still here? Why don't you just learn the last S-class spell in illusion, graduate as a mage and focus on the other two paths? You don't need to stay here any longer."
Jayce felt a pang of hesitation and confusion, hearing her question. He didn't know how to answer her. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could speak, he heard a familiar voice calling his name.
"Jayce?"
He turned around and saw Poppy running into the classroom, her eyes searching for him.
She spotted him and walked toward him, relief washing over her face.
"Jayce! There you are! I've been looking for you everywhere!"
The teacher smiled and shook her head.
"Oh, now I get it," she said softly.