Thirty minutes had passed by since Professor Telas started her lecturer.
The lecture hall was very calm with only the voice of professor Telas sounding in the hall.
The lecture were making so students very sleepy. A few heads were already dropping.
Reynold kept his eyes open throughout the class while taking notes. Having successfully entered the academy, his next goal was to master every war strategy. He was determined to know the truth behind the war a year ago that led to his parents’ death.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Professor Telas tap the lectern with a piece of chalk.
"That," she announced, her voice snapping everyone sleeping back to earth, "concludes the theory for today. The six signals are your language of survival in a battlefield. Learn them. Drill them. They are your howork."
The students let out a relieved sound. But professor Telas wasn not done. She picked up her parchnt.
"Before you leave, there is an announcent." She returned her gaze to the students.
"Every year, we choose ten first-year cadets, five Mages, five Riders to represent Wyrmwood at the Quadrant Tournant."
The hall imdiately erupted in excitent.
The Quadrant Tournant was a big yearly event against the other three great academies. Winning the tournant was a huge deal. Wyrmwood had not won the tournant in a while now.
"Our last victory," Professor Telas continued, as a proud smile showed on her lips, "was four years ago, led by a brilliant first-year cadet. Since then, we have not won the Scepter trophy."
She paused and then continued.
"Being a Representative is a high honor. It boosts your rank imdiately and gives you access to special training. It is a duty, and also an opportunity."
Everyone in the hall suddenly held their breath, ready to hear the nas.
Representing the academy in the Quadrant Tournant will be a big boost to their nas.
Professor Telas unfolded the parchnt and was about to call the nas when the door opened.
A girl in a white robe of the academy magic user was standing at the door. Her white uniform was a high rank above the common blue robe for magic users.
Professor Telas looked slightly annoyed at the interruption but walked over imdiately.
The girl whisper sothing into the professor ear quietly. The professor’s eyebrows furrowed, then she gave a quick nod.
She returned to the stage, looking rushed.
"Cadets," she stated. "An urgent matter has co up. I must leave. The list is complete, and I will have cadet Nyria Xylaria, a cadet who understands this tournant’s importance, read the nas."
She handed the parchnt to the Nyria, then hurried out.
The na Nyria Xylaria caused the hall to explode in to excitent.
Nyria Xylaria was the Academy’s star. Everyone knew her. She was a role model for most girls. Even the boy were usually captivated and attracted to her. Was it for her beauty, power or perhaps both?
Right now, every student in the hall was attracted to her.
Even Reynold was attracted to her right now with his mouth half opened as he stared at her.
The scrawny Magic user sitting next to him noticed. He folded a small piece of paper into a tight ball and throw it at Reynold’s head.
"Hey, dude, you might want to close your mouth," the boy murmured, grinning. "She’s not going to notice you up there, not even if your mouth catch flies."
Reynold turned and gave the boy a cold glare.
The boy imdiately raised his hands in a fake surrender. "My bad. Sorry, man, just kidding."
Reynold turned back to the stage, forcing himself to focus.
Nyria cleared her throat gently, making the hall to be calm.
"Good morning, Cadets," she said, her voice clear. "I am Nyria Xylaria. I will read the Representatives for the first-year class. We start with the Mages. The Cadets will step forward and wait on the stage as their nas are called."
"First on the list is Torian Vane. Ice-Tier Magic user."
A thick-set boy in a blue uniform stood up, his face breaking into a wide, smile. A few students near him clapped.
Nyria continued. "Second: Elara Sun-Hand. Light-Tier Magic user."
"Third: Zion Vargos. Earth-Tier Magic user."
"Fourth: Kaelen Moir. Wind-Tier Magic user."
Hearing the first four nas, murmurs of disagreent sounded through the hall. So students feel they were more deserving to be on the list but they quickly died out when Nyria eyes turn cold.
Nyria took here eyes back to the list for the last Magic user na.
"And the fifth Mage Representative is... Gwyn Kaidaron."
Reynold’s eyes shot up. Gwyn? He scanned the hall, finding the familiar figure. The one from the cafeteria yesterday. She was wearing the standard blue Mage uniform. She looked shocked but got up and started walking toward the stage.
Just as she was about to step into the aisle, a furious yell sounded in the hall.
"You’ve got to be kidding ."
It was Silas, the Fire Mage who had caused trouble for Gwyn yesterday. His face was red with anger. He was wearing the sa blue Mage uniform as the boy next to Reynold.
Before anyone could react, Silas flung his hand out toward Gwyn. A sharp, white-hot spear made with fire, like a Pyre-Bolt—shot from his palm, aid right at Gwyn.
Gwyn froze in terror. The entire hall gasped.
Nyria was fast. Her hand, which held the parchnt, moved quickly as invisible spiral in the air.
The Pyre-Bolt, just feet from Gwyn, suddenly buckled and shattered. The fire was instantly crushed and turned into a gray ash that fell to the floor.
Magic users were classified into different categories: fire magic users, whose spells took fire form, like Silas’s fire Pyre-Bolt. They can also conjure flas from their bodies or surroundings and manipulate the elent, changing the properties and form. They can shape fire into gas or solid elents and alter the color.
Ice magic users, magic manifested as ice. They can create or manipulat ice, freezing anything around them. They can also freeze molecules of moisture in the air or absorb heat from the atmosphere to create ice .
Earth Magic Users manipulate earth and stone, creating barriers, summoning golems, or causing tremors.
Water Magic Users are the Masters of water in all forms, they can conjure waves, control currents, and even manipulate ice.
Air Magic Users command the winds, summoning gusts, creating shields of air, or even controlling the weather.
Light Magic Users are Wielders of light, they can create illusions, heal wounds, and banish shadows.
Shadow Magic Users are the manipulators of darkness, they can conceal, create illusions, and drain life force.
Nature Magic Users are mages that draw power from the natural world, controlling plants, communicating with animals, and healing the land.
tal Magic Users can shape and control tal, forging weapons, creating armor, or manipulating tallic structures.
Ti Magic Users are rare and powerful, these mages can manipulate the flow of ti, slowing, hastening, or even reversing it within limited areas.
Space Magic Users are another rare category, they can manipulate space, teleporting, creating portals, or warping distances.
Blood Magic Users are very dangerous category, they draw power from blood, sacrificing life force for potent spells.
Mind Magic Users are the Masters of the mind, they can read thoughts, control emotions, and even manipulate mories.
Energy Magic Usersr are mages who manipulate raw energy, creating blasts, shields.
Sound Magic Users can manipulate sound waves, creating sonic blasts, illusions, or even healing vibrations.
So magic users can possess two to three categories of magic but Nyria possessed four. Mind, Earth, Shadow and Blood magic. Sotis she blend all together.
Nyria eyes snapped to Silas as she made a gesture with a closing of her fingers.
Silas imdiately grabbed his neck, letting out a choked scream as an unseen force clamped down on his throat.
His face turn pale imdiately.
His legs began to move on their own. He tried to stop, but his he could not. He groaned in pain, struggling as his legs dragged him forward, shuffling and stumbling toward the stage.
The students were paralyzed with fear.
Silas was forced all the way to the edge of the stage, few steps away from Nyria.
Then, the force holding his legs slamd him down. He fell, his knees hitting the floor hard, forcing him into kneeling before Nyria.
Silas was still choking and desperately trying to free his neck from the invisible grip.
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