In the bottom right corner of the Ruby kingdom was a city many from the kingdom considered the weakest city. Covered by huge mountains of frozen ice, water and snow. Frosthold city was known only for its beauty and little to no real mages.
In this small city was an orphan-quiet, enigmatic, and often overlooked. He was always alone, quiet and mysterious, he moved through life unnoticed by almost all. He was FLESTER, no caretaker had names him, instead he was just found in the doorstep of the orphanage on a random day, making him all the more mysterious. As he grew up he joined the Frost academy. He was a prodigy, who learnt things faster then most his age or even twice his age though he did not show it.
This world was a world of magic, many discovered and some hidden-meant to never be revealed in the future. The Ruby kingdom, having some of the strongest warriors in the world is fearsomely respected and is considered as one of the most powerful kingdom to ever exist.
Magic is split into many kinds. Light magic, Elemental magic and Dark magic ( other types will be revealed as the story progresses).
Light magic is common to everyone, it is magic energy transformed to light magic which includes making weapons out of nowhere with only magic, it has also includes teleportation, attacking and defending attacks and many more.
Elemental magic is also common to everyone though the element is not. Some mages only have one natural element while some have multiple. It is possible to learn other elements too though it is extremely hard. Earth, water, wind, flame and lightning are the basic elements most commoners are born with. Noble and royal families have the basic elements too but also some special bloodline elements. Ice, lava, steel, beast, space, dragon and love are some of the special elements with many more like telekinesis and some yet to discover or hidden. It is possible to learn basic elements but not bloodline element unless the person learning contains that particular bloodline or some other circumstances. The elemental magic has many stages, fire has three-orange flame, blue flame and black flame with each stage both the element and the user receives a power up with sometimes dangerous after impact on the user if not mastered properly.
Dark magic is complete opposite of other magics, person using the magic must at all times have control and stability over his emotions and must be string enough to overpower the dark energy. Dark magic is not common and it is not found how a person receives dark magic. If there is no control over dark magic then the dark energy takes control of the user. The users of dark magic are treated as outcasts.
YEAR: 255 AD
In the frost academy, in the class of the highest grades graduating today, at the last corner seat sat Flester, his shoulder-length raven hair was let down, flowing smoothly behind him and framing his face with a dark elegance. Sharp, black eyes glinted with intelligence, a hidden resolve and something much more darker. He wore a plain white shirt beneath a long, black jacket that hung open, its hem brushing past his hips. Slim black pants completed the outfit, paired with sturdy boots, giving him a simple yet sharp appearance that matched his quiet, mysterious aura. He was the first to arrive.
The classroom buzzed with chatter as students settled into their seats, but all eyes seemed drawn to the centre of the room. There, perched on a slightly elevated chair, sat the noble heiress, Fey Frost . Her long, silvery hair cascaded like molten moonlight over her shoulders, and sky-blue eyes, sharp and unyielding, swept across the room with a haughty air. Every movement she made was precise, graceful, and deliberate, radiating an aura of authority and nobility that silenced whispers and demanded attention. It was impossible not to feel the weight of her presence—she was royalty, arrogance wrapped in elegance, a figure both admired and feared.
As the noble heiress turned back, her eyes-arrogant and cold met the dark eyes of Flester even if just for a moment. Shivers ran down her spine as even the smallest moment that she looked into his eyes felt like an eternity of staring down a never ending dark abyss. Only when flester blinked was she able to see elsewhere.
" He's dangerous" she thought before turning front to watch their bald male teacher entering the class paying her the most keen attention. it was obvious that the teachers would pay attention to her since she was the heiress and technically everyone wanted to be in her good side. it was also easy to understand from this point that most of the other students did not receive proper teaching.
The classroom fell silent as the bald teacher stood before the blackboard, his hand clutching a piece of chalk like a microphone.
He cleared his throat.That single sound was enough to send a chill down every student's spine.
"No… not again…" someone whispered."Brace yourselves," another muttered.Every student shared the same thought — "We're doomed."
Then came the dreaded words."My dear students…"
The entire class froze. A collective groan echoed through the room like a battle cry of despair.
"I swear we're gonna die now," a random kid whispered dramatically, staring out the window as if accepting his fate.
Minutes passed. Or maybe hours. Time lost all meaning. Half the class had already collapsed on their desks, while the rest fought a losing battle to stay awake.
The teacher, with suspiciously fake tears glimmering in his eyes, continued his speech with the passion of a tragic hero — completely unaware of the fallen warriors before him.
Finally — after what felt like a whole anime arc — he let out one final sob and whispered, "That… is all."
The room exploded.Desks rattled. Students rose from the dead.Cheers erupted like a festival after the final boss had been defeated.
They had survived… the Speech of Doom.
Standing in front of the gate that would lead him outside his city, he looked back one last time.
There were students, newly graduated right today after that hellish speech, each student having different and some unique dreams.
Some wanting to be a challenger, someone who participates in tournaments. Some wanting to be an adventurer, exploring all kinds of places inside and outside the kingdom.
Even though he could not see his academy from here, he could see some familiar things, the icy mountains covering their big city, the famous restaurant right front of flester in a few metres, a training ground which held too many of his sweat and blood in return for all that he had learnt.
He was definitely gonna miss this, no matter how cold-hearted he may look. He turned to the exit and walked away from his safe place without hesitation.
The gates to the outside of the city stood tall against the endless white horizon. Thick slabs of frosted steel formed the doors, their surface glimmering faintly under the pale winter sun. Every edge was dusted with snow, and thin trails of frost crawled along the iron like veins of ice.
Two guard towers flanked the entrance, their roofs buried under layers of snow, smoke rising faintly from the chimneys to fight off the cold. The massive hinges creaked whenever the wind howled, as if the gates themselves shivered in the freezing air.
Icicles hung like crystal fangs from the archway above, and the city's emblem — a silver snowflake engraved into the metal — caught the light with a quiet, noble gleam.Beyond the gates stretched the frozen wilderness — silent, endless, and waiting.
Snowflakes drifted quietly from the gray looking sky, melting as they touched his shoulders. The city behind him was still — its narrow streets wrapped in white, its rooftops glimmering under the pale winter sun. Each breath Flester took emerged as a faint cloud of white, the cold fog reminding him he was still home.
With one final look, he turned toward the towering gates. Frost clung to the steel doors, and the sound of his boots crunching against the snow echoed through the empty street. The guards standing by the entrance watched silently, their breath forming faint clouds in the cold air.
The wind howled through the cracks of the walls, tugging at his coat as if trying to hold him back. For a moment, he hesitated — not out of fear, but because he knew that once he stepped past those gates, the warmth of the city, the safety of its walls, and the life he knew would all fade behind him.
With a steady breath, he nodded to the guards. The gates groaned as they opened, the sound deep and heavy, like the earth itself waking from its slumber. A blast of icy wind swept through, carrying with it the sharp scent of snow and freedom.
He stepped forward.The gates closed behind him with a slow, echoing thud.
Before him stretched an endless expanse of white — silent, untouched, and waiting.
"Flester..." he stopped in his tracks when he heard a familiar voice call out to him, though the tone did not suggest it would be anything good.
Slightly turning his head, his eyes met the person who had called out to him-Maltin, nothing more than a classmate to him.
"What is it?"
Maltin gave him a smile that quite did not reach his eyes.
"Let's fight"