Götz wakes up in his room in the morning, puts on his dirty shoes in the morning, he heard Mama crying last night and believes that the lights are going to go out soon. He lumbers out of his room and smacks his head on the doorframe. After that, he leaves and heads on his way to Marcus's house through the field path he made by walking there so much through the wheat.

"Last day of school hype," Götz says to himself like a psychopath.

Götz arrives at Marcus's house, where he is waiting outside and ready to go.

"Last day of school, hype," Götz says to an actual person this time.

"Yeah I know right, well at least for me, you might be fucked" Marcus says with a grin.

"Ha, funny."

"I know, right, I'm just the greatest."

"Go fuck yourself."

The two boys take the same path that they took yesterday on the way there. However, they notice clear signs of harvest and an elf attack.

"Why do the elves even raid here, like there is literally nothing out here but unharvested wheat?" Götz questions.

"Easier than farming, I guess. Not like anyone will ever stop them, so why would they care what the humans here think?" Marcus answers.

"Yeah, but I feel like rather than having some weird melting metal or some shit, why can't you, ya know, just farm instead of being lazy pricks?"

"We are quite literally getting hyped to never have to farm again by going into a gladiatorial arena rather than ‘just farming’, it is literally no different."

"Yeah, but we aren't stealing from the elves."

"No, but we are stealing from the exact same people as well, so what are you gonna do?"

"Fair enough."

"Hypocrisy is overlooked by most people. It's easier to tell someone else how they ought to act than to tell yourself how to act."

"Philosophical nerd"

"Imagine having that job though, just thinking and that's it. That sounds so boring."

The two boys arrive at the school. Most of the students are injured from the last brawl. There is no real medical staff at the school as it is just the two classrooms.

"They couldn't spare a single healer for the workers?" thinks Marcus. "Then again, they don't even protect us from actual murderers and monsters. Why would they heal us? "

"Class sure is empty today, huh," said Götz.

"Good thing too, I want to recover for tomorrow."

The teacher suddenly snaps from his sleep, drool sticking to the side of his face. He stands up and goes to the chalkboard and pretends that he hasn't been sleeping for two days straight.

"Settle down, children, settle down." the teacher says to a dead silent room "Today we are going to be explaining the basics of magic."

"What a convenient plot tool," Marcus thinks.

"Magic power comes in five different shades: red, yellow, green, and violet." "There are certain states such as orange or cyan that exist in between the others but for the most part, people fall into these spectrums." "Abilities are somewhat separate but still maintain their relevance within magic." "As you all know, an ability is fixed upon birth and can be optimized but never truly changed." "The scale for abilities works on a different scale, being copper, bronze, silver, gold, and platinum." "The highest ever born to a worker in history was a silver, so for the most part this is irrelevant to us." "Magic is also unable to be learned unless you are in the dome due to its part in the various riots throughout time." "Any questions?"

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"This is the third time you’ve given us this lesson. Is it the only thing you know?" shouts one of the students.

"Pretty much yeah. If you need me, please talk to me during visiting hours." says the teacher after falling back to his desk.

The school bell rings and all of the children leave. Marcus and Götz begin their walk home through the bright sun.

"I finally learned something useful from going to school. Is that what it is like every day in the dome?"

"Fucking hope so, if not there isnt much of a point going there is there" Marcus says.

"I guess not then." Götz says. "Hey, what rank do you think you are?"

"There are people who measure that shit, but from what I've heard, all the nobles bribe them to give their children higher scores so they don't get picked on."

"So they’ll give us a lower rank for being outsiders then."

"Definitely, it's the only real thing keeping them in power."

"Gotta love the dome, man."

"Based I guess"

"Alright I'll see you Marcus"

"Bye Götz."

Götz lumbers through the wheat fields again, stepping over the arrows and dead bodies. They are full of claw marks and stab wounds. One of the dead bodies is clearly an elf but Götz could not be bothered to report that. He continues his walk home and prepares for the next day by practicing his ability. First, he begins to make a path out of dirt to walk along the floor, then he begins to raise and lower different patches of dirt. Next , he begins to make larger and larger clumps of rock and dirt and shoot them together. After that, he floats the hanging particles in the air and begins to shoot them quickly at each other. He continues this process until they are flecks of dirt.

"Good enough for tomorrow, I hope," Götz thinks.

He walks into his house, there is no food to speak of, but his mother and father are home. He has yet to tell them the news, although neither of them even seem to notice him. Surprisingly enough, both of his parents are normal sized.

"Hey mom, I might not be back for a bit," Götz says

"Oh, be safe," Götz's mom says dismissively.

Götz’s father completely ignores the question as he stares off into space. His eyes glossed over with a thousand yard stare. He murmurs to himself, but there is nothing understandable.

Götz goes to his room and begins to study reading and writing.

"Gotta make sure I'm not behind the other kids," Götz thinks. He studies over the few books that are available in the school. "Glad the library couldn't care less about actually keeping these things around," Götz thinks. He studies until his candlelight goes out. After that, he goes outside and makes a bed for himself out of the straw and sleeps in a corner, balled up. He barely fits inside the house, so it is rather cramped. As he drifts off to sleep, he sets a gunpowder candle alarm and hopes it wakes him up in time.

The royal inspector sits down in his luxurious suite within the city. He sets his alarm clock to wake him up, cackling to himself about what he is about to do to those who had disrespected him.

Marcus always wakes up early; he sets no alarm and prepares himself for the trials ahead of him, ready to take on whatever the dome throws at him.