Although there are a lot of types of magic, each magic depends solely on its user to be able to harness its true capabilities.
And within the kingdom, as time passed on these differences between the same type of later become known as class magic and within that has tier magic to differentiate the level you're capable of within a magic class.
For instance, class magic has a total of 6 different classes and distance between each of them is absurdly great, hence the reason to divide classes even further
The 5 classes of magic start at beginner class, these are often reached when you're at the academy when you first begin to study magic but there are exceptions.
The second class is intermediate class, often reached by the time when you reach university or similar.
Third is expert class, most or not achievable by the time university ends.
Fourth is master class, by the time most people reached this they'd discontinue their training to get stronger reason being, their sick of it I guess.
Fifth, legendary class, highest possibly achieved. When some try to obtain and end up failing again and again and eventually give up.
And lastly sixth, no one knows what this class is truly called, some call it myth class and other others call it god class. Only a handful can obtain it, and those that could obtain it are never seen by anyone, the fact that this class is still mentioned but with no title proves the erosion that comes with time.
Other than the last class, the other 5 classes can be broken down to their respected tiers.
Beginner, intermediate, expert and master classes has 10 tiers in each one.
Starting at tier one magic as lowest, and ending as tier 10 magic as the highest within the class.
One point to take is that when one reaches tier 10 magic within a certain class, the distance between tier 10 and the next class is much greater than of tiers.
Compared to normal studies, magic must be much more physically taxing and exhausting.
Once my sister and I entered the school main gates, we had little time of free time before heading to our finals. Bell rings signalling our time to go to our designated rooms for seating and final enlistment. (roll call…)
I tell me sister goodbye and head to my room. It was on the second floor of building A. (out of 5 buildings)
As I cross, pass and stumble through people heading to class, the entire time I instinctively kept my head down. Whispers, glares, death threats. (not as great as sisters though)
I could feel them all as I pass by, this is how every day is almost no exceptions, from the time I was small till now.
I climbed up the stairs, took a left and found my room I was supposed to be in.
Entered, my lecturer had yet to arrive, there were some others that got there before me.
Empty stares with contempt behind them. That was all I received.
I ignored it, found my seat at the back and sat waiting for the lecturer to come.
Sigh…