We finally finished orientation, we were to start with the normal everyday routine of an aspiring sorcerer. At the time, the class was in the hall awaiting the presence of our principal, whom is said to be a woman.
Noticing a spark, before a sibilant and gentle manifestation of two flame balls came to be, acting as some sort of thermal-luminescent apparatus, made by our Principal.
"Welcome, students." are her first words and to be honest, she presented her voice in a more manly manner than one would imagine.
Her burgundy long hair and navy-styled white suit accentuated her beauty, as she stood gallantly on a levitating platform above us.
"The Excelsior National Academy of Magic is among the finest schools in the world. All of you who stand here today have been acknowledged for your talent as sorcerers." she spoke like a General or a dictator of sorts, even Belitha would agree to that.
Staying focused through the speech was beneficial much after she indicated words of inspiration that was deserving of her image, "But do not be prideful. Hard work is still a must. Spare no blood, sweat, or tears. One's skills are a product of their innate talent, environment, and hard work. Many sorcerers, despite remarkable talents and favorable environments, lose heart and let their abilities waste away."
I believed she was telling us to put effort into becoming first-rate sorcerers. The inspiration to do just that had come long before now.
A woman so fierce in speech, and with words that could motivate even the weakest hearts, just as expected from Gertrude Hornet, the principal of the Excelsior National Academy of Magic.
Moments after, was a word from our class representative who stepped into the frame right after the principal.
Surely, everyone's interest was piqued and the urge to fight off this need to know was elusive, hence, standing on the tip of my toes I stretched above the line to get a better view of who it was.
It turned out to be a scarlet-haired girl, I'd never seen hair this beautiful although it'd be inappropriate to call it out. The radiance that came with the hair was absolutely uplifting it'd put a smile on the face of select few who could call her radiating beauty a work of art.
"I am Rosemarie Lunette, representative of the incoming students and Iʼm proud to have been accepted to this prestigious academy." she spoke with enough elegance and strength that it captivated the every single soul within the four corners of the hall. "...however, this is not our goal, but rather the start of one. I'm sure many difficulties lie ahead of us. But now as a student of this academy, I hope we can face all of them head-on, as one."
Every student in that room was impressed, most nobles and royals already admired Rosemarie and were clearly strongly affected by her words.
I was too, irregardless of the neutral expression worn on a mild yet exceptionally handsome countenance.
[ Few Hours later ---> In Class ]
Classes could finally begin! The only part that actually relates well to those who possess the capacity to use magic and those who didn't.
A low, indistinct sound like that of water gently stirs up; a murmur that gently arose among the students. Yours truly was the topic, not favorable at all, sure, but for the time being it was beyond my power.
Names like "Cross", "Weirdo", "Genius" occasionally popped up, there was more preference to the last one, the rest were of little importance. "Silence." the teacher finally spoke, and they listened wholeheartedly.
I sat at the rear of the class with Belitha, observing.
"I'm Elena White. You can call me Miss White." she introduced herself, but as she did so I was lost in thoughts.
Next to the window is the small town of Green Stone from which our Academy on a higher ground stands over. For a moment, an experience never occurred before manifested in form of a mental image, the peaceful view of the town changed from my perspective, it had become a devastated version of it's original setting.
It didn't feel like a vision. It felt like an apocalypse. The atmosphere was oppressive and dark, like a heavy blanket of despair.
Everywhere constituted destruction and chaos. It was like stepping nto a nightmare. The black skies, hellish flames of abyssal origins, carcasses littered across the blood stained battlefield.
Thank heavens you couldn't see it.
Besimios!
Besimios!
My last name called out twice yet too focused on this plane of reality unintentionally on display, to notice something better termed commonplace. Until a cold, blue light was manifested midair in Elenaʼs presence to become a minute ice-composed pebble, which she'd propagated like a bullet of sorts.
It burrowed through the air as would any fast projectile moving at such a speed only few would comprehend.
A mind that had long strayed from the class forcibly reacted in what could be exaggerated as microseconds. Instantaneously, almost by otherworldly processing, I immobilized the pebble by trapping it in between my index and middle finger.
The discovery hit me moments after, to an unexpected degree something was within my grasp, there was no opportunity to bask in my glory of attaining such a feat, the pebble somewhat erupts by an evaporative spell which forcibly converts it to water. Water which drenched a just a small portion of my uniform, and a bit of my face.
It definitely got the class laughing but my concerns leaned towards the sloppiness of her spell casting, wasn't she supposedly one of the best sorcery teachers? Again, there was no need pointing this out. It would only come out as arrogant.
"Class is in session, Besimios." she uttered with all seriousness, "You need to pay attention." an apology was relayed immediately on the grounds of poor focus so the class may progress with ease.
Belitha on the other hand had incidentally released a jolt burst of what could barely be called a laugh. A stifled, broken laugh. One I honored with a smile as a display of disapprobation.
"To get back on topic... We are discussing mage ranks." said Elena, the pale-skinned woman with Egyptian blue hair and slim cheeks that gives her a more assertive appearance. "Do you know what they are, Rosemarie?" she directed the question at her.
The class representative, confident as always, mentioned the following "There are five ranks established by the Magic Council: Bronze, Silver, Golden, Platinum... and Grand, the rank regarded as Elite." she was undoubtedly correct.
Thick hair bangs covered a notable portion of Miss White's face, plus her slightly dead stare was a bit uncomfortable, she chooses to emphasize on the greatness of a Grand Mage/Sorcerer, people who have mastered the very essence of magic itself, known as the strongest in the world, the pinnacle of power that others strive to reach, "There are very few grand mages, and we are only aware of one in particular which is Gertrude Hornet, the light bringer.."
Out of nowhere an unpleasant surprise comes up, a young fellow; Dilbert Filum stands upright with a question to convey "Miss White... If the goal we strive for is to be one of these great mages, then why is there a Cross at this school?" the pompous, hair-gelled noble inquired and this rose sidetalks of unpleasant questions.
Abolishing this mentality as quickly and efficiently was the teacher, it honestly wasn't a bother as it isn't my first time being told such.
Her fist hitting the desk was enough to restore silence in the class "The only students here are those who passed the mandated exam, as well as an in-person interview to be approved as students. Whether they are skilled in magic or not shouldn't matter." her words were straightforward and in my opinion enough to let sleeping dogs lie.
I was barely even fazed by his words, I hadn't the time. Something was going on in my head and I hadn't a clue what it truly was, but for now, we had practicals to focus on.
[ Meanwhile, in Nyxʼs mindspace... ]
The mindspace of Nyx, one he wasn't even aware of appears like an infinite pocket dimension that was completely pitch black and all that existed there were two entities.
Vesperia looked like a female blue human face with very realistic features, and Animus was the same as Vesperia but with male features and prominent wrinkles that showed a face of rage.
These two are the Di-Primordials, also known as the New Gods, beings created after Luciel De Mevius the Primordial Demon Lord split his power into core functions.
"He is yet to notice us, Animus.." Vesperiaʼs voice was very peaceful and tranquil like the oceans at night, which made sense as she was the the molder of space, a being that chooses the path of peace and reason. "..Then we'll make him notice us, this is outrageous, Luciel made the wrong choice."
Animus was more of a voice of rage, the molder of time and together both propagate the concept of Infinity.
We find out more next time...