The Next Day

The following day, Iniko and I prep ourselves for the first day of class. The school day doesn’t have any particular routine or schedule, minus the academic class schedule. After showering and getting dressed, we met up with Minerva and Renata at the dining hall for breakfast.

After we had our fill, we made way to our classroom and saw only four desks lined up in the front of the classroom with no sight of their teacher; each of us took our seats.

A few minutes passed and there was still no sign of the professor, when suddenly the door bursted open, “GOOD MORNING STUDENTS!! I hope you all enjoyed your rest, because today we will be going over the BASICS of mana manipulation,” Professor Greenwitch shouted with a look of pure bliss on his face. 

Each of us blankly stared at the professor.

“Turn those frowns upside down, and come with me on this magnificent journey of mystical academics! Now, let's take roles,” he stated, attempting to connect with us; we looked around the empty room.

“Renata Timandra Faust, Minerva Cosmina Wyllt, Iniko Wyllt, and last but certainly not least Myrlin Samael Wyllt, welcome to my class and I do hope you enjoy your time here,” Professor Greenwitch took a bow and proceeded to his desk. He opened the desk draw and pulled out and distributed four text books labeled A Rudimentary Lesson on Scribing Magic.

I flipped through my textbook and saw a myriad of new and interesting spells. I continued to porous the textbook and found a spell for basic gravity manipulation; looking into the spell further, I saw the requirements for the spell called for an affinity for the Wind attribute and a scribing dowel. Thinking back to the day prior, I searched my bag for the "Affinity Scroll" Lady Eos gave me. The scroll says my attribute is the D-Rank Affinity of Sand.

Professor Greenwitch pulled out the teacher's edition of the textbook and cleared his throat once more before he started his lesson, “So when it comes to Spell-Scribing, Scribing, Incantations, whatever you want to call it, there are two things you must remember, but first, let's take this lesson outside...”

Like routine, each of us groan and gather our things and made our way outside to the battlegrounds.

Moments Later at the Battlegrounds

We met with our teacher outside in the school’s arena, “The first thing is making sure you have a proper conductor to produce your intended spell; this conductor is called a Scribing Dowel.”

The professor then pulled a yellow feather from his hat and began his incantation, “Aspect of Gaia: Plasma Signature: True Lightning”. The clouds in the sky began to merge and funnel towards the tip of the feather. The professor extended his arm forward toward a distant practice dummy and surge of blue and purple lightning emitted from the simple feather. The practice dummy ignited into flames and the instantly sky cleared, revealing the bright and harsh sun. Professor Greenwitch turned and faced us with a bashful smile; although he was a bit hard to understand, I had to admit, each of our eyes all lit up with joy and excitement.

“That was the Advanced Level Signature, True Lightning,” Professor Greenwitch explained. “There are five levels of Scribing: Rudimentary, Mid-Tier, Advanced, Ultimate and Supreme and each mage has the capability to achieve at least the Advanced Level... And in some cases, there will be mages that are capable of Ultimate Level incantations; however, that power is dwarfed by the brilliance that is SUPREME Scribing”.

Professor Greenwitch put the yellow feather back into the brim of his hat and clapped his hands together, “Now class! We've seen what a mature mage's power is like, it's time for you to demonstrate what you're capable of! I've provided each of you with your very own scribing dowel and I want you to try to perform the Rudimentary spell on the first page of your textbooks, Growth.”

Professor Greenwitch reached for the green feather in his hat and began to scribe, “Wood Signature: Growth”. Roots began to sprout from the ground and a large tree formed shading us from the sun. The professor reached in his satchel and pulled out four Scribing Dowels and gave one to each of us; we spread out and tried to scribe a simple growth spell.

As I worked on the spell, I noticed that I wasn’t having any luck with manipulating the surrounding mana. I looked up and saw the same thing happening to my classmates.

Professor Greenwitch clapped his hands once and began walking away, “I just want to let you know that this assignment is time sensitive, and if you're unable to perform the spell, you'll be expelled, immediately! Now have a nice day”. As he walks away and waves farewell to us.

The rest of the class groans in frustration, “Myrlin!!! How are we supposed to do this,” Minerva asked me.

The other kids turned and looked at me, and I was just as lost as they were.

End of Chapter Twelve