The year is 2500 of the McMillan Calendar.
"Today is the start of the final week of your high school lives in London. What are you all planning to do next?"
Asked Theo Williams, a 26 year old teacher of Bayor High School located in the northern part of London, England.
A student got up and said:
"Teacher, why ask? Everyone here is going to an academy to study magical laws so that we can become Magicians, right, isn't it the obvious thing to do?"
Theo replied:
"Yes, while it is the obvious thing to do, things are really not that simple. For those of you that do choose to attend one of the laws and magic academies, the next few years of your supposed 'magical' training would determine your base proficiency in using laws or rather magical laws in your daily life. It would not only affect you, but may also affect your families. Your proficiency with magic would determine whether you work as a civilian like me or if you become apart of the Magician Association and become a licensed Magician."
A boy with dark brown hair and eye glasses stood up and asked:
"Teacher, honestly, we haven't been taught much about laws and magic so we don't even know the right things to say and questions to ask, could you go over what you can tell us about how laws and magic work?"
Theo smiled and rolled his eyes at the student, because he new that since the start of high school they would all be taught introductory information on laws and magic but it was his favorite pass-time lecturing the students about this topic because of the smiles that would come on their faces when he did, so he gave in to the student's request:
"This world is filled with an energy that most of us commonly call magic and to use this energy we manipulate it using what we call laws which, without going into too much useless details, are inscriptions that Magicians can carve out to create supernatural or similar phenomena like lifting a mountain 20 feet into the air or setting the sky on fire or even making your plastic toothbrush a very handy butcher's knife. These so called laws are the essence of what being a Magician is all about. If you are able to create or replicate the right laws, using magic to manipulate magic further, you could do things from healing the sick to creating a source of fresh water from seemingly nothing. I've even heard once of a Magician using laws and magic to create a herd of cattle by using the flesh from one young calf. Don't ask me how that works because I haven't got a clue."
Most of the students then began to cheer.
Theo gave them a minute, quietened them down and got back to lecturing them:
"Remember, when I say that Laws can be carved, I mean that they can be carved into inanimate objects, flesh and blood and even thin air, anything might be possible as you all may have observed if you have ever watched a world assembly television recording. How well you can carve laws and make them effective will determine your future pay and job placements so work hard because from my own personal experience, the road of laws and magic is not for the feint of heart. Too bad my heart isn't so bold, ha, ha..."
Theo gave an awkward laugh. Then a 19 year old young man in the far back of the class raised his hand and asked:
"Teacher, do you think that anyone, even if they don't come from a good family can be a Magician?"
Suddenly, the whole classroom burst into laughter when they realized who asked the question, it was their seemingly shy and introverted classmate Nick Capitol. He was infamous in the school year for being apparently book smart but did not like to interact with his fellow students or even the teachers, so much so that many of the students maliciously spread rumors about him being a mute and him being stupid and weak.
Theo looked at Nick with a smile because he new that he was a good student and was asking because his family situation might not be the best, so Theo replied:
"Although more well to do families have a certain advantage, in the beginning, as long as you can get into a laws and agic academy, what's most important is probably hard work. Our society is a meritocracy after all."
Nick Capitol smiled and put his head down to continue reading a book. Most of the students near him gave a sneer in his direction but he ignored them.
"Alright, home room class is dismissed for today, please get to your next class!"
Theo shouted and left the room.
Nick got up from his seat and also left the room to head to his chemistry class.
"I hope Mr. Theo is right, even though I can't exactly afford to get into an academy, I'm going to at least try to reach my dreams. I think Naruto would do a fist bump and say: believe it, but that seems kind of lame for me to do... whatever."
When he was walking to his next class, he met a girl from his class at the door as she was going in, she looked at him from head to toe, sneered and walked inside. Nick didn't mind because he was used to that, people didn't like him because he never smiled and was always by himself, not to mention his clothes were kind of baggy and his shoes was visibly worn out, making him look poor. He even heard a girl whisper to her friend once that he was "the ugliest brown boy she had ever seen".
"I guess she's having a bad day, ha, ha..."
After a painful and awkward little laugh, Theo took his place in class.
About six hours later, school came to an end and Theo was making his way home with the same indifferent expression he always wore when he was in public. Fifteen minutes later he got to the bus stop and there was a bus waiting.
"Excuse me, young man, may I trouble you to help me carry my things on the bus?"
Asked an elderly, short woman with gray hair and visible wrinkles on her face who had a heavy looking bag that she was almost dragging across the pavement.
Nick's indifferent expression turned into a little smile and he replied:
"Sure thing miss, don't strain yourself."
Nick carried the bag onto the bus, paid the fare, left the bag on the front bus seat and took a seat at the back of the bus. The elderly woman waved at him as if to say thank you. Nick only smiled in response and turned his head to watch as the bus moved through the streets.