Allen kept running till he reached a giant gate. Allen stood before the towering gate, its ancient stones humming with a faint magical energy. Carved symbols glowed faintly along its edges, like a forgotten language whispering secrets. The words Sylestrica Alta Schola Magicae shimmered in the afternoon light. "Wait a minute," Allen muttered to himself. "I just realized... since I got here, I can read..."
"Heus puer. Esne discipulus vel hic pro admissione?" a man barked, his voice stern. Allen looked in the direction where the voice that interrupted him came from. He saw a man wearing armor-like attire.
Allen blinked in confusion. The armored man sighed. "Okay, okay, book," Allen whispered, flipping frantically through the pages. "Give me something to fix this. I need a spell for languages. Come on, help me out!" The book flipped through its pages until it stopped at a particular one. "Hey, this book listens to me. Thanks a lot."
"Heus. Tamen Im 'expectans hercle te." The man said. It stopped at a page and the spell lit up. Allen looked at the spell and couldn't read it. "Oh, I just forgot that I can't read. I could read it before, so what happened now?" He rubbed his forehead and looked at the spell again. "Aaah book. Can you translate the spell to English?" The letters lit up and started changing.
"Language change
''Say while placing your hand on his throat."
he read from the book. "Okay," he said putting his hand on his throat. "Language mutatio."
"Salve. Non intelligis quid dicam an stultus es?" the man said.
"Nunc te intellego."
"Bene, iterum rogo. Esne discipulus an pars novicii?"
"Umm. Ego pars freshman est."
Allen rubbed his temple. "Great. Orphenius sent me to a school. A magic school. Just what I needed. What's next, flying unicorns?"
"Oh, ergo veni. Id me studiosum creare tibi."
Allen went to the man, who handed him a form to fill out.
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Name ................
Date of birth ..............
Age ............
Dimension ...............
Magic Type ................
Allengens ..................
Favorite sport ...............
Please fill out every space.
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The form shimmered as Allen wrote. He paused a little to talk to the book, but the ink glowed impatiently."Okay, okay," Allen muttered, writing down his allergies. The form sparkled and rolled itself into a scroll. The guard chuckled. "Adolebitque." With a snap of his fingers, the paper ignited, transforming into a gleaming golden card.
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Name - Allen Drien Decker.
Date of birth - 17th June 2009.
Age - 18 years.
Dimension - Earth
Magic Type - Light Type Magic
Allengens - Milk, Eggs,
Favorite sport - Football
"Are those the correct details?" the man asked. "Yes please," Allen answered. The man requested the card back from Allen.
He held it to his face and said, "Now stand still." A light flashed from the card and the card handed the card back to Allen. He directed to the gate and said, "Welcome to Sylestrica's High School of Magic."