The first day had begun. The three had slept soundly, albeit Bill's dorm had thirty eight empty beds but the two of them talked enough to make it seem full.
Lurisa's class were being taught snap spells, taking place outside in the open. It was beginner stuff but Tarel wanted to see where they were at. Snap spells were often used as a quick save or attack. The harder the spell the harder it was to make it a snap spell. The class proceeded, some were useless. One of the girls couldn't conjure up a making bread spell if she wanted. How did she even get enrolled? Lurisa's turn was now, she stood in front of everyone. No need to go all out, noticing the yellow lit fire bulbs,she raised her finger and tapped. An ice encasing surrounded the dim fire but it wasn't melting the ice either. Tarel gave a mini applause, "Impressive Latixia."
Yannis was up now. He held up his hand, holding his other wrist and jutted back as he coldly whispered, "I will do anything for my people!" Lurisa's ears perked at his dubious comment. The ice splintered as the flame from the bulb blew out of its case within a second, yet it returned to its calm light in a moment. Lurisa was quietly impressed.
She whispered to the other students, "Do any of you know Yannis?"
"No, even his family name, Salan. I've never heard of it. But he's probably the most popular first year already," one of them said.
That's suspicious.
She moved over to Yannis, "Are you from a lineage of magic users?"
"You wouldn't have heard of them," he laughed.
"Then what is it you want to learn from here?"
"I want to change the world." His gaze directed towards the shore of clouds, "I'm going to change this world."
No one would ever say that except for the imposter. But I have to give him the benefit of doubt. Innocent until proven guilty.
"I just hope people will understand my actions one day. No matter what happens, my intentions were always good," he said, sharply inhaling as if it caused a slight ache, "I hope one day I will be forgiven," his iris reflected the grey clouds.
Benefit of doubt, dismissed! Who would say this randomly to someone they hardly know! Lurisa coughed, "You must have some lofty goals."
"You wouldn't imagine," he answered.
Tarel observed her students with a questioning eye, holding her hands behind her back. Most of the students had to look away when she got close as this dress was as revealing as the last. It was extremely unbecoming of a teacher. "In two weeks the hunger royale will begin, only two from each class in each year may be chosen. It is still early days but you will have to impress me quickly to be chosen." Lurisa didn't care, she knew she was already going to be chosen. It was Yannis that interested her. Tarel paused, hands behind her back, watching all the students carefully. "Latixia, Salan. Come to me." She turned her back from all the other students, Yannis held such a determined gaze as she grouped them, "You two will fight. I want you to make it extravagant. This years students are," she let the words slip into the air and the world decided to finish her sentence as one of the students picked up a stick and kept shouting "Winggardening Leviposa!" Tarel hung stunned and muttered, "We don't even need to say words to activate spells? What is wrong with this years students? You know I heard one of them is inbred?" She shook her head as the tangent was only worsening, "Look I need you two to inspire them. Yes?"
They both agreed with a solid nod. Lurisa thought it'd be a good time to see the skillset Yannis possessed. Was he a threat? Was he working with noughts? But how if he had magic? What would his reasoning be? Forcing her racing thoughts to brake, she took ten strides away from Tarel and Yannis did the same in the opposite direction. Tarel stood in between and snapped her fingers which sounded like a crunch of a tree snapping. She most likely used magic for effect. Not another word, she simply backed up.
Yannis shrugged as he faced his worthy opponent, "I'd never hurt a woma–"
Slam! A thick slab of ice the size of a head walloped against his shoulder. Tumbling back, his shoulder groaned with a sharp sensation of a freezing burn. He noticed the clothing on his shoulder ripped off. Lurisa's ice didn't follow through on the attack but once it made contact, it tried to pull away. Yannis found it an intelligent move, considering he had fire he could have lessened the blow if the slab propelled itself with him by heating it. He dug his feet into the ground, Lurisa could tell just by his pose alone that he was about to take it seriously. Flinging his arm back, flame absorbed his closed fist, hovering his arm toward Lurisa's direction, his thumb flicked open and his index finger pointed outward. What was he even doing? Lursia was expecting a generic massive fireball. Zoom! Lurisa felt a blaze of heat surge past her left cheek. A ball of flame, the size of a nut has whooshed past her. It could have killed her if it had hit somewhere vital, instead it was like being too close to a searing fire for just a moment. Yannis pointed again, "I won't miss on purpose again."
Lurisa wouldn't showcase her arch spells, not in front of Tarel. Anything like that would be either on a massive scale or else on a cellular scale. Essence flowed through her body like a beating drum, urging her to use more of her power. But, she didn't want to go overboard, plus Tarel wanted something to inspire the students. Fortifying her hand with ice inside her palm, she used an arch spell that was unseen to the others where it slowed her vision. It sounded like a disadvantage but being able to see movements frame by frame was exceptional, particularly when dealing with a far ranged opponent like Yannis. He shot again, Lurisa could see the trajectory was about to graze the clothing on her shoulder, petty, she thought and absorbed the flame. Since the flames were so small they burned out instantaneously on contact. She turned her view to the crowded clouds, they made the sky look extra busy up here. They were on one of the training islands, there were twelve of these little floating islands used for specific classes or trips. Yannis gripped his forearm with his other hand, quaking within his grip, the flame from his fingertip generated bigger than before. Pulsing with a hateful fire, one that was resented for being small and weak before. Her hand placed out wide, she expanded what looked like rubber ice. A thick line of ice with her hands acting as goalposts waited for the impact. An orb of perfectly condensed flame slung itself at Lurisa. Slamming into her protected wall, she felt a bit of air crash out of her lungs from the potent impact. Conjoining the ice wall to wrap around the flame, it had built its own ceiling and basement to create a sphere around the orb. She pointed her finger at it and flicked it away to mimic what Yannis had been doing. Sending a wave of flame at the ball, he melted the ice away and swiftly steadied himself to change up his tactics. He placed one knee on the ground and–
The orb of fire was coming at him? But she had – he chuckled as the orb thumped against his arm. He had assumed her ice froze and nullified the flame, but she had simply wrapped it carefully to a point where the ice would have melted regardless of his extra fire. Her classmates clapped as Yannis lay on the ground defeated, but not hurt. He only sent enough firepower to cease her. Lurisa didn't care for the attention, she was going to be leaving soon anyway. Although there was something magical about being in a magic school to learn magic, she winced to her own mind about how stupid that sounded. Then she wondered how the others were getting alone in their training, particularly Arthur.