Guided by two guards, I stepped into the grounds of the Mage Academy, completely in awe of the scene unfolding before me. Compared to the quiet and simple world outside, this was like entering a bustling miniature city, with towering buildings, lively streets, and countless busy students.
Everywhere I looked, young people from all walks of life were rushing about. Some proudly wore battle gear, while others were dressed in mage robes adorned with mystical symbols. In one corner, students were locked in magical duels within specially designed arenas, and in another, groups trained with swords on practice fields.
It was overwhelming—so much energy, so much purpose. Coming from a modest village, I couldn’t help but feel intimidated. But beneath the nervousness, a flicker of excitement grew. I was about to learn from the greatest mages in the kingdom!
As we moved through different sections of the Academy, my attention was drawn to a group of students gathered around an older apprentice. He seemed to be offering advice, and curiosity pulled me closer.
"...and remember, balance between the elements is key when casting spells," he said, his tone firm but encouraging. "Mastering fire without understanding water could lead to disastrous results."
The young mages nodded, their expressions focused and eager. I found myself listening just as intently, utterly captivated. Was this what a real magic lesson looked like?
"That’s all for today," the mentor concluded. "Practice regularly, and don’t forget—magic isn’t mastered overnight!"
The group thanked him and dispersed. A few students bumped into me as they passed, and I quickly stepped aside, hoping to avoid drawing attention. Unfortunately, the mentor had already noticed me and approached with a warm smile.
"Ah, a new face," he greeted. "I haven’t seen you among the students before. You must be new here, yes?"
I nodded, feeling slightly shy. "Yes, that’s right. My name is Griffith. I’ve just been accepted into the Academy."
"Welcome, Griffith," he replied, shaking my hand firmly. "I’m Archibald, one of the elemental magic professors here. It’s a pleasure to have you."
Relieved by his friendly demeanor, I smiled. Maybe this new life at the Academy wouldn’t be as daunting as I’d feared.
"Tell me, Griffith, have you already chosen a specialty?" Archibald asked. "Or are you planning to explore the different paths first?"
I hesitated, unsure how to express myself. "Honestly, I’m not sure yet. I’ve always been fascinated by mana manipulation, but I haven’t found my true calling."
He nodded thoughtfully. "That’s perfectly fine. My advice? Experiment with as many disciplines as you can. It’s the best way to discover what suits you."
"Thank you," I replied earnestly, grateful for his guidance.
Archibald gave me a playful wink. "I won’t keep you any longer—the headmaster is likely waiting to welcome the new students. Best of luck, Griffith!"
After thanking him again, I followed the guards toward a grand building that towered over the rest of the Academy.
"This is the headmaster’s office," one guard explained. "He’s waiting to officially welcome you and the other new students."
My heart raced as we entered the majestic hall. Dozens of students were already gathered, waiting for the ceremony to begin.
The room fell silent when an elderly man entered. He wore a long white robe embroidered with intricate designs, and his calm yet piercing gaze seemed to look straight through me.
"Welcome, my young friends," he began, his deep voice commanding respect. "I am Headmaster Eleazar, and I will be your guide throughout your journey here at the Mage Academy."
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A heavy silence settled over the hall as his words hung in the air.
"You are the future masters of magic, entrusted with preserving the balance of our world," Eleazar continued. "Your role will be critical in maintaining peace and prosperity across the realms."
A wave of excitement mixed with anxiety washed over me. Preserving the balance of the world? Such a responsibility felt overwhelming.
"But," the headmaster added, "you will need more than mastery of the arcane. You must also show wisdom, discernment, and courage. These are troubled times, and trials await you all."
His grave tone sent shivers down my spine. What kind of trials did he mean?
"During your time here, you will learn not only to channel mana but also to use it responsibly," he said. "Power comes with great responsibility."
He paused, his piercing gaze sweeping across the room. "Some of you will take up arms to protect the kingdoms. Others will heal, defend, or delve into the mysteries of magic. Whatever path you choose, remember: your purpose is to serve and protect."
I nodded slowly, deeply moved by his words. Whatever path I chose, I would need to approach it with wisdom and restraint. Magic wasn’t just power—it was a responsibility.
"You will now be assigned to your sections," Eleazar announced. "There, you will receive training tailored to your skills and aspirations. Rest assured, we will do everything to help you reach your full potential."
He ended with a kind smile. "Lastly, my door is always open. Should you have any questions or concerns, do not hesitate to come to me. I am here to guide you."
With that, he bowed slightly, prompting a wave of applause from the students. His speech had clearly left a strong impression on everyone.
As the excitement in the room grew, I felt a surge of determination. I was ready to give my all and prove that I deserved my place here.
After Eleazar’s speech, a young woman in a mage’s robe stepped forward. Her clear, confident voice silenced the crowd.
"Welcome, new students of the Mage Academy! My name is Elise, and I’ll be guiding you through the registration process."
She smiled warmly. "As you’ve just heard, your role here is vital for maintaining balance in the world. That’s why it’s crucial for us to assess your abilities and mana levels."
From her pocket, Elise pulled out an ornate wand and raised it toward a large crystal sphere. "One by one, you’ll step forward and place your hand on this sphere. It will evaluate your potential and assign you a rank and class."
She paused, letting her words sink in. "Ranks range from E to S+, with D, C, B, and A in between. Classes will reflect your specialization: mage, warrior, healer, or even archaeologist."
A knot of anxiety tightened in my stomach. What if I didn’t measure up?
Elise called the first student forward, and one by one, the others placed their hands on the sphere. Some seemed satisfied with their results, while others appeared less so.
When it was my turn, I stepped forward with steady resolve and pressed my hand to the crystal. Warmth enveloped my palm as the sphere began to glow. After what felt like an eternity, a result appeared.
[Crystal : Griffith]
Mage level 67, rank B+.
The room fell silent. All eyes turned to me in shock. Even Elise looked stunned.
"Incredible!" she gasped. "A level 67 at rank B+? You’re one of the most talented students we’ve ever seen!"
Every gaze in the room bore into me—some admiring, others envious. Even a striking young woman named Seraphina, who had earlier drawn attention for her impressive rank, seemed intrigued.
Taking a deep breath, I kept my composure. "It’s no surprise, really. I’ve spent years mastering mana and honing my skills."
Elise nodded, still in awe. "It’s clear you’ve worked hard. You’re bound to be one of the Academy’s brightest stars."
Pride swelled in my chest. Finally, my efforts had been recognized. I wouldn’t let anyone look down on me again.
As the evaluations wrapped up, Elise read out the assignments. "Seraphina, mage-priestess division. Griffith, elemental mage division."
I smiled. Elemental magic—it felt like the perfect fit. Fire, ice, lightning... I couldn’t wait to dive in.
Elise assured me I’d excel, and I promised myself I wouldn’t disappoint. As I joined my group, I caught Seraphina’s curious gaze once more. Maybe this new life at the Academy would hold more than just magical challenges.