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Wake up, eat, go to the academy. That’s Damien’s life now as a first-year student, diving headfirst into magic and arcane studies.
“Damn, this bag is killing me,” he grumbled, adjusting the massive thing slung over his shoulder as he approached the academy entrance. It looked more like he was ready to hike a mountain than attend class.
The campus was quieter than usual, with most second to fourth-year students still on break. But Damien didn’t care. If anything, he was hyped—probably more than anyone else. This was his chance to learn new spells and push the boundaries of his magic, even if it accidentally blew up half the house. Again.
“Yo, Damien, what’s with the bag? You moving in here or something?” Dickens, one of his classmates, called out, trying to keep a straight face but failing miserably. “Or are you planning to fight a war on your way to homeroom?”
Damien shot him a glare. “Ha ha. Very funny.”
“No, seriously, does it come with a built-in tent? Maybe a portable kitchen? You know, just in case school gets too intense,” Dickens added, cracking up as Damien groaned.
Dickens was the only classmate Damien really knew on his first day—mostly because they had just met earlier in the dorms.
Creak.
“Oh shit, class time,” Dickens whispered to Damien as they stopped laughing.
The door swung open, and an elemental magic professor stepped into the room, instantly silencing the class.
“Good morning, class. I know it’s early, but it’s the perfect time to kick off the foundation of magic,” the professor began. “Let me introduce myself. I’m Professor Virgil, and I’ll be teaching you the core disciplines of magic.”
The room fell silent as everyone waited for him to continue.
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“Alright, let’s start simple. Who here’s already familiar with casting basic spells?” Virgil asked.
No one said a word. The class was tense, the air thick with nervous energy. But that didn’t stop Dickens.
With a wicked grin, Dickens kicked Damien’s leg hard enough to make him yell.
“Ah!” Damien yelped, and the room fell silent as every pair of eyes turned toward him.
“Oh, looks like someone’s got something to say,” Virgil remarked, locking eyes with Damien. “What spell do you know?”
Damien shot a glare at Dickens, who was now snickering.
“Man, you really live up to your name, DICKens. You’re a freaking dick,” Damien muttered under his breath.
Dickens’ grin grew wider. “Oh, you’re gonna pay for that one.” He raised his hand like an eager student, his voice dripping with mischief. “Sir, Damien told me he’s pretty skilled with a few spells.”
Virgil raised an eyebrow. “Really? What spells does he know?”
Damien stayed seated, trying to stay calm. He could already feel the setup coming.
“Oh, he said he knows how to accidentally set fire to entire neighborhoods,” Dickens said, barely holding back his laughter.
The class exchanged looks, and Virgil smirked. “Is that so? Maybe we should make sure we have a some water ready spells ready, just in case.”
Damien raised his hand, ready to fire back at Dickens’ little joke.
“Hm? Yes, Damien?” Professor Virgil asked, raising an eyebrow.
Damien shot a sly look at Dickens, then smirked. “Well, Dickens here knows a few spells too. He’s pretty good at making things... stink.”
The class went silent for a moment before someone snickered. Dickens’ face turned bright red as he shot Damien a murderous glare.
“I mean,” Damien added, “he's got this one spell that can clear a room faster than a fireball. It’s called the Fart Gust.”
That broke the silence. The class erupted in laughter, and even Virgil couldn't suppress a grin.
"Alright we better stop at that hahaha." Virgil said, maintaining to control his laughter.
These two, Damien and Dickens was not that bad duo huh? They knew how to make the classroom lighter and relieve the tension more as they made other classmates relaxed.
"Alright let's start." The professor said. "Magic follows one fundamental law: Conservation. It cannot be created or destroyed, only transformed. Think of it like energy. The fire you conjure comes from somewhere—be it your own energy or the environment around you. As you use it, it dissipates back into the ether."
"There are three key principles to remember. First, Intention—magic reflects your will. It is not enough to want something to happen; you must intend it with clarity and focus. Emotions like fear or anger can distort this, so control is vital."
He glances at a student.
"Yes?" He pointed at a student who raises hand hoping to ask some question to Virgil.
"Does emotion affect our magic?" The student said.
"Yes, emotions amplify or distort magic. A spell cast in anger may spiral out of control. That’s why focus and balance are crucial."
he moves to the chalkboard.
"Second, Balance—magic must align with the natural flow of energy. A spell that disrupts this equilibrium can cause chaos. For example, summoning fire requires balance with the surrounding environment to prevent it from spiraling out of control."
he turns back to the class.
"Lastly, Awareness—you must be attuned to the world around you. Magic isn’t isolated; it flows through everything. A true caster understands these currents and works with them, not against them."
"Remember these principles—Intention, Balance, and Awareness. They are your foundation. Now, let’s begin with a simple spell. Focus on your intent, maintain balance, and be aware of the magic you’re channeling."
The students start their attempts, and the room hums with the quiet sound of magic in the making.