Chapter Twelve: "The Beginning at the Magic Academy"
More years passed, and Azar was now seventeen. His life in the new world had begun to take a different turn, after mastering magic in his small village. Yet, despite his skills, Azar always felt that something larger and deeper awaited him beyond. He knew that the Magic Academy, which he had often heard about from his parents, was the place where a new chapter of his life would begin.
The Magic Academy, located at the heart of the grand city, represented a dream for many. It housed the best magical professors, and entry was based on one's magical power and intellect. Although Azar had already mastered many magical techniques, he knew that this academy was where he could truly test his abilities and discover more about the unknown world he was living in.
Upon arriving at the academy, Azar felt something he had never felt before. The academy was enormous, with towering spires and expansive gardens, almost like a magical city in itself. There were many buildings housing libraries and training facilities, and magical airships fluttered in the sky as if they were a part of this strange world.
On his first day as a student, the professors greeted him with a mixture of curiosity and respect. They knew Azar had grown up far from the capital and possessed extraordinary magical abilities. But they also had some questions about his personality: Would he be able to adapt to the rigorous training methods of the academy?
Azar began his studies at the academy and learned many different aspects of magic. There were classes on elemental magic, where students learned to control natural elements like fire, water, and wind. There were also classes on mental magic, which required deep focus to form objects in the mind before manifesting them in reality. Every day brought something new, and Azar's understanding of the magic of this world deepened.
One day, while Azar was sitting in the academy's courtyard, gazing at the sky, a peculiar-looking student approached him. The student carried a large magical bag on his back and wore thick glasses. Azar looked at him in surprise, as this student seemed different from the other students.
"You're the new one, aren't you?" the student asked with a mysterious smile.
Azar replied, trying to appear uninterested, "Yes, I'm just here to learn."
"Have you ever thought that magic isn't just a power, but a reflection of what's inside us?" the student said, before smiling and walking away.
The words of this student echoed in Azar's mind throughout the day. The idea that magic wasn't just a force, but a part of one's inner self, raised many questions. How could his magical abilities be a part of him? Was there a way to increase that inner power to become stronger?
The start of his new life at the academy was filled with challenges and surprises. But Azar began to realize that this new environment wasn't just a place to learn—it was a true test of his abilities. Within the academy were individuals with deep magical powers and unique abilities. There was a student from a noble family, a quick-witted magical student, and others with unusual talents.
However, with these challenges, Azar began to discover something else. The academy wasn't just a place to learn magic; it was a ground for developing one's inner strength. The classes that focused on inner reflection and self-development caught his attention the most. He realized that magic here didn't just mean wielding power, but understanding oneself and raising oneself to new levels of comprehension.
At the same time, he knew the academy hid deep secrets. As the strange student had said in the courtyard, there was something more he needed to learn. There were bigger questions about this world and the true power of magic that went beyond what he had discovered so far.