“Now come and fight.”
“Arthur really?”
“Ye-“
Everything stood still as a young boy no taller than a 4 foot, swung his stick trying to hit the man, but he suddenly disappeared right next to the boy sweeping the kids legs, letting his weight as be admitted defeat.
“Yep, time for breakest”
Grant was pulled from the dream from his past and opened his eyes and to the pale grey sky. He saw the ring of lunaris. Which is this world’s names for the moon which he thought was a lot cooler looking and it was indeed more beautiful than what he remembered in his past life, at least that what he felt as others might feel the terrifying thought of large rocks circling around their world. He outstretched his hand to reach the sky, and slowly the feeling the crisp winds numbed his hands as he listened to the pitching whistles of the storm trying to push the Caravan back.
‘Ughhh why did I have that dream again?’ he thought as he wiped the dried tears from his face. He had felt that he was to old to be crying about an old dream especially at the age of 16.
‘Trinity Academy, the most prestigious and successful academy to be born in the era of heroes. What a fucking joke’ Grant chuckled to himself as he recalled the registration papers that he was supposed to check on to verify the information being correct. He decided to finally check and reached into his pocket reaching deep to pull out the crinkled papers. He held them up to his eyes and read the language of this world.
Name: Grant Solomons
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Race: High Wood Elf Mix
Aether amount: Low
Affinity: Lighting
Year: First
Recruit Level: Third
Notes on Appearance: An average looking person with dark complexion that medium length white Hair that has red hints mixed in (Claims it’s natural). Has Unicursal Hexagrams for pupils but can see well. Average height.
Notes on Abilities: Refused to Show.
“I am above average at least, and my hair is natural” Grant sighed. He crumbled the papers back up and shoved it in his pockets. He turned to his to side to look at the sea raging as he felt it inside of him. It was like him, but he knew he couldn’t express his desires not to go. People would make thing hard and all of his Uncle’s work would be for nothing.
“It’s pretty early, but we are still a couple of days away and there’s not much to do besides work on my affinity I guess. I miss my phone, and the music is subpar” Grant whispered to himself. He was high up on the caravan where not many would bother him which was he wanted.
‘It might be a lighting storm but there’s not much lightning in the vicinity.’ Grant held his fingers infront of his fingers and a spark of white plasma sparked between them. Crackles, and pops resounded in each motion the lightning made but what was so interesting was the fire that appeared once in a while.
‘I’m still not good a combing the element of fire with it’s secondary stage of lightning. The process of compression is hard but I’ve almost perfected i-’
“Hey you, get down from there, you might be hurt kid”
Grant looked to the left and right but with nothing in his vision he became increasingly cautious.
‘Not everyone in this passage is going to be nice to a Elves. I just wish I didn’t look like the most discriminated elf in history.’ Grant sighed internally as he continuously looked for whatever spoke.
“Here birdbrains” The voice called out. Grant ears immediately picked up on the direction the noise came from, and looked down.
“A crow?” Granted blurted out confused. He rolled off the pillar he was on, and held on to one of the rope guides. He noticed the percularity between his old world’s crow and this one. For starters it spoke, and this world’s crow was about the size of a pereguine falcon, and instead of black entire this one sported an all white look.
“Yes, Im glad you can see you imbred” The crowed sounded female but Grant never assumed after his encounter with one of the guards of this caravan. Not that It mattered much in the first place since they all hated his kind.
“So, are you going to get down or die. Nobody would miss someone like you” The crow’s beak twisted strangely at the end, leading Grant to think that was more of a wish than a threat.
“Yeah I’ll be down, in 10” Grant ignored the threats and shooed away the crow which vanished as soon as he went to touch it.
‘Weird’ Grant thought. As he let go of the rope guide. He felt the air kiss every inch of his body and turned to look at the deck of the caravan.
‘Woo. I feel like a superhero.’ Grant smiled. He completely forgot about the threats of the white crow, and felt the sweet sensation of exhilaration from free fall. His mind was clear and slowly everything became numb as he thought about falling to his death from the amount of gravity opposing his body.
‘Find out what happen to him’ Granted heard in his mind as he closed his eyes. Pictures flashed in his mind as he breathed out. The roars from the wind obstructed his senses, he spun his body while pulling out his sword that was sheath on his back. It looked like a 10th century viking sword that had been named by his uncle as ‘Mecury’, which Grant thought was pretty cool. He continued spinning as he fell, quickly approaching terminal velocity until he spun the sword to a back handed position, He turned away from the main mast that carried him minutes before. He coaxed the aether into the sword, super charging the sword, making it glow purple before stabbing it stopping his descent. He scored the mast down, slowing him down as he slowly pulled himself up seeing on the handle of the sword. He slowly release the aether within his sword, and opening his eyes he begun to smell the slight stench of booze filling his nose.
“Grant Solomons. You finally show up” Someone calls out. Grant ignores the voice to look back at his work and sees the mast repair itself.
‘Runes are pretty cool’ He thinks before looking at the woman in front of him. She was Sybil Belmont, one of the masters of Trinity Academy. She was a stunning lady who carried a witch’s hat, and a wand held in the crux of the clothe wrapping her hat. She wore a green cloak decorated in emerald embroidery in the shape of birds that line the bottom. Grant’s experience with he wasn’t that often as she was in charge of the higher class students or the royalty from the different nations on the continent.
“I guess I have” Grant smiled slyly. He pulled his sword which the mast was slowly engulfing it, and put it back in it’s sheath.
“You have a good Aether Control to do that, and that aerial movement. You’ve been put under some practice” Agatha tapped her glasses which magically disappeared, and reappeared on the top of her head.
“I guess” Grant shrugged. He walked away, and went to the deck in the rear, Sybil followed which was not the response from her that he thought he would receive.
‘She seems a little curious,’ Grant thought. He realize since birth that he would be treated differently, He didn’t care what he was as he was just glad he was alive. Though with all of the training he would receive during the early stage of childhood is something that would be worse than any harassment he would receive. He reached the end and looked out to the sea trying to see to escape from the smell of the ship.
“Like the ocean.”
“Why are you following me, Professor Belmont.” Grant sighed
“Call me Sybil please and you don’t have to be so cold to me. The Belmonts are a family that has a vast history of helping the elves. I know it’s not easy, but please try to be civil and not anger anymore of the knights of trinity.”
Grant remained quiet, rubbing his hand on the wood. It was red in color but it has a metallic feel. He grabbed the rail and pull himself up before sitting down.
“Why?”
“What do you mean Mr. Solomons?”
“You have no reason to help, me, and I never asked for such help. So if I were to accept, could you give me a reason to why I should trust you” He asked without looking back, He breathed slowly and measured in such of a way that it seemed almost unnatural.
“You remind me of your brother before the war.”
‘I have a brother?’ Grant thought, he tried to remember but it was useless. He waited for her to continue
“I know took you’re mother’s traits and he took you’re father’s but you both seem to be in business of not trusting others.” Professor Belmont. She hung her body over the ledge balancing herself by her stomach, trying to look in his eyes but Grant wouldn’t allow it.
‘Am I a bastard child. I guess I was sent away when I was younger and couldn’t open my eyes that much.’ Grant tried to figure out. He felt a soothing aura try to penetrate his mind, but he immediately scatter all of the aether around his body embuing them with his lightning affinity. He turned his head sharply and saw the Mage’s eye widen caught in the act of trying to enter another’s mind.
“What are you doing” Grant stared trying to find any hint of malice, but all he saw an innocent serious that the mage had plastered on her face.
“I—you don’t know. You don’t have the Magic dormant in you. But it’s – dif-”
“Elf didn’t I tell you to get down.” An angry voice was heard between the two of them. Grant felt his the back of his cloak get grabbed in aether, and he quickly unclasped the buttons binding it to him. He went to grab the sword out of his sheath but a foreign binding spell held it. He turned and saw the professor who was hanging off the ledge now hovering a couple of feet off of the ground glowing green. The same green holding the guy who’s punch was a couple of feet away from him and binding his sword.
“Ceci- Knight Aliastor, May I ask what you are doing?” Professor Belmont drifted slowly to the ground while the green aura slowly disbursed back into the atmosphere seemingly out of view.
“T-th-th—this mutant, this benign you choose to defend this daemon” The large knight stared at Grant while Grant looked at the professor who still had a wand in her hat.
“He’s not the one who started the engagement, and he is a student to trinity academy and as such he needs to treated like all of the other being on this caravan. You should know more than anyone the difference between elves and daemons.” The professor exhaled slowly, and sighed. Grant could tell something of this magnititude was easy for her. She held her defensive stance until the Knight grunted and made he was to the other side of the ship. Grant was quick to let go of the handle of his blade, but awhile he felt silly. He noticed that Professor Belmont tried to pretend like she was relaxed but she was as annoyed as he felt causing him to chuckle but he held it before his smile.
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“What?” Professor asked, pouting slightly.
“It’s common occurrence. I could’ve handle myself.”
“I know, I was the one to check you’re reserves and register you after Professor Belarus failed, That dummy” Professor Belmont fiddled with her dress alittle before green magic shrouded her and changed her fit to regular shoes, slacks, and a green shift with a match short cloak.
“This fits much better don’t you think” The professor asked spinning to show her curves that were previous hidden from the world.
“…” Grant remained quiet, and continued to look out towards the sea which were calming down slowly.
“Look. I know more about your history that you. So you might want to stay by my side. I know that most don’t care but for those that do, you need to avoid being so reckless. That’s what your Uncle would’ve wanted” Professor Belmont whispered.
Grants eyes widened but before he could get a hold of her she was already walking off to the mess hall.
“I’m going to get some food. Meet me sometime alright. Grant” The mage walked off into mist as her body disappeared, and Grant’s chance of getting closer to his goal just appeared in front of him.
‘I guess going to Trinity isn’t a terrible thing.’ Grant slid of the rail back onto the ship deck, and checked his sword. It was gone but there was piece of paper attached to the strapped. He opened it up and it read.
‘I’m taking this so you don’t hurt anyone.’
-Love,
Sybil Belmont
P.S. We should be arriving in Hecate by sun break in two days.’
“Bitch took my sword” Grant was beyond pissed and struck the rail snapping in two before it started healing itself. He calmed down so after a couple more times doing that.
“Ugh..let me get something to eat. Find her, get my sword and then get to a safe spot as soon as possible” Grant made the plan in his mind and being committed, He walked across the deck avoiding most of the people who tending to the ship. They crewmen were actually pretty nice to Heath with a decent amount of them being from all three kingdoms, Endora which was the human kingdom led by Pyke Drake the Wrathful, Maldonia the kingdom of Elves governed by Lady Lefaye, and lastly like the Dwarven Kingdom Dakon led by Garreth Coal.
Grant made the journey to the stairs which was next to the main mast, and he climbed down the stair making sure to not make any obsessive noise and went down to the lower floor of the ship. He swiftly arrived at the second floor were the Mess hall was located. Heath viewed the the long tables that were staggered. It was a lot bigger than the rest of the ship but that due to the high class expansion charms. Grant looked around for Professor Belmont, and soon found her in the crowd of other professors that were in the ship as well.
‘Unfortunately I don’t know about the other professor’s in this caravan besides the two I talk too but it might do me well to. Knowledge is power, right Uncle. Right…’ Grant thought as he saw her look at him and smile waving a pen with close inspection was Mercury his sword. Grant wanted to charge in but as soon as his aura shifted slightly the rest of the professor took noticed of him. Some had neutral face while others had scowls that seemed to be displeased with him even if they haven’t met. What surprised them was that the majority has intrigue, I guess it surprises them that they could feel him hide his aura a technique that wasn’t commonly known until the second year of Trinity, but not letting them know to much he quickly tried to blend in with the students who were unconcerned as a lot of them were starkly excited. Grant took note that there was a few humans in the caravan but since they had departed from Maldonia it was rare for a human to live there. Most residents of Maldonia were elves, and the only ones that got the chance to get registered where the royals due to the admission prices. Which were based on talent and performance on the test, Grant moved to the back where the cooks were serving and quickly nabbed a bowl and utensils.
“Whatcha having brat before you start, No we don’t have any magical beast steaks and no we don’t have anything that Elemental based, just plain old food” The cook folded his hands in ready to hear the mouth of some royal brat that hadn’t grown. Grant just looked around, and shrugged, a common motion for him when he had a lack of words.
“Anything you recommend, if you don’t have anything you recommend. I guess a little bit of everything” Grant held out the bowl in front of the server who looked a little shock at the lack of snide comments. He put some potatoes that were in the form of a scallion lasagna and some venison cutlets drizzled with some sauce that Grant couldn’t place what it was. He also received some weirdly coloured vegetables but that were basically steamed in a way that allowed for a bit of a crunch.
“Thanks Mister. I appreciate it” Granted nodded which the cook responded in a similar manner.
“I like you kid, Unlike these kids there they are any more special than us cause they got in to Trinity you seem normal. Here’s some Mead. I snuck it from the merchant’s room.” The cooker pour some juice in a wooden cup, and gave it to Grant who was glad that he didn’t have to be sober through the rest of the night. He bid his goodbye to get a table but most of them we full.
‘What’s worst is that they all think they are better than each other. Not that I think any better’ Grant looked around but the only table that was open the one with Belmont and the rest of the professors were occupying.
“Mr. Grant Solomons, come and join us. We won’t bite..at least everyone but Professor Cyrus” A professor tapped behind him, it was Belarus. Grant turned a saw the professor wearing a outfit that reminded him of a pirate. It was a pink long shirt rolled up to his monstrous arms. It was held that by a black sash that had match his shorts and sandales.
“Hey you’re stronger than most of the kids. They would’ve failed to hold that drink if they were tapped like that” Belarus claimed. He led the way not leaving a denial for Grant as they manuevered there way towards the table full of teachers.
‘Stop messing with the students Belarus before someone shaves that beard of yours. Grant there’s a seat of here” Professor Belmont tapped the metallic wood.
‘Of course’ Grant felt like he was being set up, but then he realized the potential of getting his sword drastically increased. He soon sat next to the witch who was sitting in the middle right across from the both of them. He put down the bowl and drink down and looked at the rest of the professor in indifference which cause the burly professor to laugh.
“Grant, you always find a way to crack me up”
“…” Grant ignored the professor and decided to just listen to the conversation of the others while eat.
‘This food is actually really good.’ Grant noted. He observed the rest of the professors and only a few seemed to mind him being here but it seemed to be more of the fact that he was next to Professor Belmont.
“Perhaps, I can suggest to the other students to be move understanding in the limited space that we have versus the total amount of occupancy here. Even though we have expansion runes there does seem to be a limit to how far we can stretch it.” A professor smiled dramatically.
“Nonsense Lily” Belarus gleely smiled. He lifed his hand like he had a wooden mug and suddenly a waiter appeared before Belarus and handed him a mug and then returned into the abyss.
‘How? And can I do that’ Grant thought about trying it but on the second thought he took a sip of the mead and continued eating the food.
“It’s Professor Monroe, unlike you I am proud of my last name Belarus. We have history and even richer blood. Please do remember that you loon” Professor Monroe
“Please Monroe, if you had the right to threaten me, Endora would be far gone, Don’t you remember who graduated first, and I didn’t start until I was in Trinity you hog nosed serpent” Belarus smiled as steam started coming off of him. It rose the temptature of the nearby tables make all of the food start to cook further.
“You pr-”
“Now Now, Monroe, and you Belarus stop your attempts to start trouble. Be a good to the student especially when they are looking at you” One of the male professor looked at the two them.
“Shut up Marrow” The both of them exclaimed wildly. Grant looked at the scene before him and thought of the childishness that the professor conveyed were just a sign for the worst but as he noticed there behavior there was a lot more going on.
‘It seems like Belarus, is an outcast between all of them, But it seems also that they can’t make him physically back down so they attempt to use words to get there way but he isn’t simple. It also seems like Trinity academy is not the first academy that some of the nobles attend. Some might be more experienced that I think then…Maybe’ Heath thought. He focused his vision to Belmont who also just listening to the conversation to the others.
“Can I have my sword back” Grant asked politely. He finished his meal and he felt it would be best if he could get the sword before he went to bed.
“Why do you want it back? Are you planning to kill someone?” Belmont turned her head sharply to view the young elf next to her. Grant saw the her nonchalantly rest her head on her arm while twirling the sword with the other
“No” Grant defended.
“Fight someone?” Belmont asked smiling at him.
“No” Granted answered once again.
“Practice” Belmont asked lazily
“Maybe” Grant tried to change the answer but Belmont didn’t seem satified.
“I’m going to hold on to this until you we arrive to Endora. You can’t wait” Belmont raised her head and tilted, teasing Grant which cause him to get slightly pissed off but not being able to do anything in the midst of Professionals he decided to just take the lost.
“Ha, you lost to Belmont kid, I’ve never been close to beating her either but you gave up to quickly lad” Belarus roused Grant which in turn sparked interest in the other professor who had one look on their faces.
‘Why are the two most prestigious Professor talking to him so casually.’
Grant decided to avoid anymore trouble realizing his presence would spark hot debate over the other students as well as among the Professors so he quickly got up.
“Well, since Professor Belmont won’t return my sword, I should return to my room so I can get an early start to the morning” Grant smiled some of the professors seemingly ignored him while the rest noted his leave of absence. He swiftly swallowed the rest of the sweet mead, and starting to feel the effects of it, deftly made his way to the return bin that was more prestene than the floor and left the mess hall to go to the third floor.
‘It’s been a while since I drank anything that decent in the form of alcohol but still nothing beat a well prepared Whiskey Sour’ Grant he took a left into the male quarters and rummaged around his back pocket until he found a key with a metal tag with the number being 13.
“Good enough.” Grant put the key in the hole and turned unlocking the door, and quickly scanned the room. It was just a bed, smaller than him but it still spanned the full length of the room as well as a desk that stood in opposition to the window which was sunken in. Grant enter the room, closing it behind himself as he viewed that there was a face mirror that was hung up in. Granted sat down, and laid down as the light pewtered off.
‘I have found a way to progress my goal but in turn I have lost my sword and it isn’t even the first day…’ Grant signed, and looked at the ceiling which pitch black.
‘I hate sleeping indoors when it’s so beautiful outside but I should just sleep’
[Pov Switch]
“Belarus, what nerve you have inviting that kid to our table. We should’ve invited Lady Raine, she has wonderful potential as a first start recruit. Instead of the three star recru-”
“Why are so hard on him Lily. Just because he is in the blood of the Dark Elves doesn’t mean he helped in the revolt of Normandy” Professor Belmont defended. The all looked at Lily for an answer but it came at the fact that they would be a fight between the two.
“You know we aren’t meant to talk about that battle Sybil” Professor Monroe shot back.
“The Revolt was a front, the Daemons were controlling them, and they’ve been able to control a lot more than just people Lily. He’s a decent kid that has to deal with the society treating him as a criminal, are trying to be no better them. What about the other Dark elves in this ship. Should we all have the kids like him bound up in chains.” Belmont offered once more
“Them? You mean my companions, my family, my husband. You know we must be hold people to their societal expectations”
“And yet you become a teacher” Lily slammed the table
“I am a wonderful teacher Professor Belmont. You who have been in that business yourself. Haven’t you?”
“If I may interrupt Belmont, ” Marrow spoke up. Making both of the female professor look at him with an hint of angry shrouded by politeness but it soon went away as he collected his unnerved thoughts
“Sure” Sybil nodded.
“Well the Monroe family has been in control of bringing justice to the people of Endora and are the main instigation for the push of Elven rights which were given not too long ago. If anything, we should be praising Lily and the Monroe family for making such sacrifices other families wouldn’t” Marrow noted. Belmont looked at the two of them and sighed, she turned to Belarus who was still heavily drinking. It’s been a couple of hours since the last student left, and Belarus was now 10 bottles deep in the Merchants supply he stole from them .
“Thank you William, I’m glad not everybody put in such a harsh light” Professor Monroe smiled faintly. Sybil shook her head while holding it in her hand. She had no clue of what to do but there was always figuring out what the strongest among them thought.
“Belarus, what do you think of Elvens joining the Trinity?”
“Meh, they are average. Most people are average, Well except for the Solomons boy. Man, the Drake lineage’s blood produces fine specimen which is interesting to say the least but he’s different in temperament then his siblings, well except for Arthur. Him, he’s a carbon copy but less reckless. Boy seems collected, but I guess time would tell with that monster.” Belarus took another gulp of Beer, and then slammed the mug on the table.
“Time will tell with us” Belarus held a grim expression with all of them knowing what was bothering him. They just let him deal with it in his own way.
“and yet he’s still a three star” Marrow interjected.
“He has only showed us his reserves, you don’t think that justifies some type of praise just making it off of that. Plus his affinity to lightning. You know how much potential he has. If Arthur wasn’t gone, who knows what we would’ve ended up with” Sybil spoke up. The rest were quiet, and none made the attempt to rebute that. Never in the history of Trinity has someone with that amount Aether potency has refused to show any of their capabilities.
“Well we don’t know, he is gone Belmont.” Lily whined
“Who hear thinks that any Kingdom on this continent, any being can compare to Arthur Solomons” Lily questioned. Belarus looked at the rest of them and shook his head.
“Maybe Cecil,” Marrow offered
“Or Slyph but she’s gone.” Sybil added
“So people we recognize as gods among men” Belarus chucked in disbelief.
“I beat him when were growing up” Marrow blurted out. The rest of them ignored him besides Belarus.
“Causing him to slay Poseidon-”
“ENOUGH” Sybil called out. They all looked to her once more.
“Grant is obviously an interest to me, and Belarus.. SO I will refer him to our ward.”
“You, Arthur’s muse wants too and Belarus, want to nurture the boy? You guys each have two of Drake’s kids under your warden already” Professor Lily looked at the two of them scoffed.
“So what, they won’t even know he is one of them? Plus he’s a first year” Sybil fought back.
“And, yet we have the two most favored of the King’s children joining us in Trinity this year.”
“More favored than Leon?”
“Yeah Sybil. we can’t handle him, he’s special, and you know you can’t either and those two won’t do him justice. Plus they don’t even cover any of what he does. Give him to Augustus. He might be interested.”
“Well first we don’t even have first years this year, but maybe when it’s time. ”
“Let’s hope we get the chance”
“I just hope he choose the right ward”