I'm so fucking tired. The sun is hardly up yet my father is already forcing me into the carriage. I'm not even getting in out of my volition, he is using blood magic to make me his meat puppet. God I hate this feeling. 

My father is sitting across from me in the carriage. All my luggage was packed and loaded on by the servants a while ago. I'm tired, I just woke up, and was controled by blood magic. I have very little oxygen running to my brain at the moment. I'm going to take a nap. Maybe when I wake up I'll be in the capitol by then. The academy is in the capitol, a five hour ride by carriage from Mangantaire castle. My eyes are closing. I just realized I didn't say goodbye to my mother or little Kyla. Whatever, I'll see them again.

***

I just woke up because the carriage hit a rut in the road. I look at father but he has a straight face. I think he was staring at me as I slept the entire time, creepy. I don't talk much to him anyway. It's usually just me and myself when I'm at home. Only people I ever talked to on a daily basis would be the servants. So I opt to stare out the window.

Outside is simply trees and more trees. I just realized I have my grimoire in my chest pocket. I take it out and look at the one spell currently written in my booklet:

Manipulation of Shit: 

Can control shit. Area of control and where you can draw the shit from is dependent on current mastery of material.

I sigh to myself while reading this. There is an assisting incantation but I feel it's rather pointless. To completely master it I need to be able to use the manipulation spell without an incantation and with little effort. Only when I do that will my one of my other spells be revealed by the grimoire. When I start thinking about it, isn't this similar to my father's blood manipulation magic?

Whatever I'll just have to deal with this myself. Thinking such thoughts I just stare out of the window to pass the time.

***

It's been several hours and I can finally see the capitol in the distance. It's spires and massive towers line almost half of the horizon from this distance. I'm probably about 30 miles from the bordering wall that lines the outside of the capitol. I can see enormous mana stones on top of the spires. The gathering mana over the city makes a kind of Aurora effect. The fact that it's about noon yet I can still see the Mana Aurora in the sky makes me wonder what it would be like at night.

Our carriage just pulled up to the city gate. The wall surrounding the city is huge. Being right next to it I feel like it could block out the sky. 

Our carriage easily passed through the gate thanks to our family crest. It's a black falcon with its stomach cut open displaying its innards while bleeding out, yet its wings are spread and head held high. Our family crest is fucking disturbing, almost as disturbing as the people who don such a crest. People like my father or my grandfather are prime examples, genuine creeps. 

I'm pretty sure our carriage gave those average citizens the creeps when they saw it rolling down the road. I wouldn't know considering I hid my face due to embarrassment. I hate my family. 

***

We are now in front of the school gates. The guards just casually let us enter, not surprising. The carriage stops in front of the steps of the grand building that is the Arkler Academy of Magic. It's seriously huge. It's entirely carved out of marble. There are statues lining the steps too. This place is... awesome! I get to stay here? Without any of my creepy ass family members? I don't care about my classes anymore, I love this place already.

"The luggage will be taken to your room. Right this way, I'll take the both of you to the headmaster." He scared me. He appears to be a butler. He has balding grey hair and a disturbingly hunched back. He lets off this twisted and creepy aura that I thought I could only get from my family members. 

Anyway I guess he was expecting us and father is already following him inside so I guess I'll follow as well. There aren't any people around since there is still a week before the school year starts officially. My father said he wanted to give me time to get "settled in" and to be honest I don't care. Being away from that dusty old castle I call "home" is a blessing. 

We were just led into the grand hall of the academy and I must say it looks awesome. Like a holy ground blessed by the heavens or maybe it's just the fact that my family won't be here and I get a nice quiet week to myself. We turn down one of the hallways that splinter off of the main hall. After making many twists and turns we are now in front of a big black door that has a big golden plaque. On that plaque is written my worst nightmare "Headmaster Kalmer Mangantaire's Office", my grandfather. 

My father had to pick me up off the ground using his magic after I saw my impending doom. I am scared, no... I'm petrified. I know how my grandfather is and now my haven has become a hell. This certainly explains how a shit mage, literally, like me got into the best school in the entire country. 

We step into the office and my first impression is, it's dark. Then I hear the moaning. I want to run but father already stopped my movements. Curse his bloody magic! My eyes adjust to the light and then I see it. 

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My grandfather is in a black cloak. His white scraggly hair all over the place. He has a sadistic smile and in his hand is a Cat o' Nine Tails, his favorite whip. In front of him is my grandmother. She is wearing tight leather clothing that is too revealing for her wrinkly body. She is bound by rope and tied to the ceiling. Her tongue is hanging out of her mouth and drool is dripping down her face. She is in pure ecstasy while I want to throw up.

My grandfather looks over at us when he hears the door open then close. That hunchback minion of his scrambled out of the room and left us here. I want cry, I need to escape before it's too late!

Gramps is looking down at grandma's face as he says with a welcoming tone, like nothing is wrong with this situation, "Hey look hun, it's our boy and he brought our grandson." My grandmother can't exactly answer, I think she passed out.

To wake her up my grandfather grabs a candle before pouring the hot wax down my grandmother's wrinkly cleavage. If you think that's a scary image all I can say is... I'm seeing it right now. Help! She startles with a jolt, flinging spit across the room and onto my boots. 

He repeats it again, "Hey look hun, it's our boy and he brought our grandson."

This time my grandmother manages to nod in recognition before passing out again. I think that satisfied my grandfather because he is now looking at us. I look at my father and he is... unfazed. I wonder if he grew up with this kind of fucked up shit. 

"I told you in the letter we were coming. Here is Kyte I leave him in your care." My father pats my head while saying as such before he is simply gone.

Wait. What. He is already out of the door. He left me behind on purpose! 

"Oh that's right Kyte, you got that shit magic right? We could have all kinds of fun! I know some people with a fetish for fecal matter. I've been wanting to see what all the fuss is about." He is saying that with a smile, a sadistic smile. I'm scared, help.

"You know it's a pity you didn't inherit my blood magic like your father. It means in your old age you can't manipulate your blood to stay hard like this old man. I pity you child, while your flaccid in your old age I'll be an ancient relic that is stiff as can be." 

I'm now banging my head into the floor trying to get that out of my head. My grandfather is laughing at me. Crazy old man is screwing with me. 

"Well that's enough of that I suppose. I'll show you to your room then to where you'll be working."

Hearing that last line I'm confused. What work, I wasn't told about any work. My grandfather took notice of my expression I believe because he says simply to me, "Your father didn't tell you? Hehehehehehe..." That laughter at the end sent shivers down my spine. 

My grandfather walked over and grabbed my shoulder before ushering me out of the office. "What about grandmother?" I couldn't help but ask.

"She's not going anywhere." Obviously! You tied her up then hung her to the ceiling like some kind of fucking chandelier!

My grandfather is now calmly leading me to my room with an arm around my shoulder, like one might to their protégé. I simply keep my head down and follow in his steps. Following in his footsteps is a scary thought. We are now in front of a simple door with the numbers 327 on the plaque.

Grandfather pulls out a key and unlocks the door before handing the key to me. "This is your room. Your luggage is right over there in the corner. You'll be sharing this room with one other person so be sure to not be a slob. The bathroom is shared in this wing. Just right down the hall. Take a quick look because it's time for your work."

I took a quick look into the room. Two beds, two desks, two dressers, and two magic stone lamps. My luggage looks like it was just thrown into one corner of the room but I don't care much. I quickly close and lock the door before stuffing the key into my pocket. 

***

I'm now outside next to a massive garden that spans most of the entrance. My grandfather said he would explain but I'm scared because of his dirty smile. I'm quite glad I'm a man at this moment because knowing my grandfather I'm scared of what he would do alone with a girl my age. 

"Well this is where you'll be working. Have fun, the fertilizer is over there. You have until the end of the week. Dinner is served everyday at 5:30. Breakfast is at 7:30 and you are on your own for lunch. ...Oh! I almost forgot! If you don't spread all of that fertilizer by the start of the semester you'll be swimming in it! Bu~bye~ work hard!" 

And there he goes. He is just leaving me here next a pile of shit that is at least twenty feet in height. Am I his personal gardener? Are there no servants that can do this?! Fuck!

{CHAPTER END}

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