(FG here; tbh I couldn't add something's, small things into the story. If a student uses aura, weapons, or assault another student, they will be punished more more severe, compared to other schools in the verse.
Marcus schedule:
1st hour: language class
2nd hour: other language class
3rd hour: fitness and physical activity
4th hour: Mathematics
5th hour: World History
6th hour: survival and magic history
7th hour: external and internal foundations of magic.)
Marcus was cleaning his large manor by the maids sides. They had started to shine up the cloister. After a while Marcus and the maids had to refined the manor; he had went up to his room. After a while he heard a knock on the door.
He saw his father, he was wearing a hyper colored shirt with many small black outlines of flowers on it, with terracotta pants; another man beside him, he seemed to be around 18-19. He was wearing a brown hoodie and jeans. He had short soft red hair, his face was rather smooth compared jawline, where a beard was growing. It was Simon!
"Hey Simon! Where are you doing here?"
"Hes here to help the maids to prepare the food" Marcus's father interrupts mid conversation.
"Want me to help you?"
"You can't , you have school" Francis said
"Please! He doesn't come down much"
"No"
Simon was standing there silently between the father and son not saying anything, feeling like it wasn't necessary.
"Please!" Marcus now had his hands clasped together.
"No"
"Ok, see you tomorrow Simon" he is repeated by in a depressed tone as he closed the door rather fast but not enough to slam it.
he looked at Fancis "it's fine Ill see him tomorrow"
"Cya" he walked back to the staircase at the enter entrance.
'The construction team are supposed to be coming next week, thank the gods' he thought.
Francis walked pass Marcus's room, to the right, then to another large corridor, he saw three doors, two on the sides and the third being on the further end of the hallway. He he stopped and looked at both doors; he turned his head and looked at the door with a painted M. He walked up to it and rubbed it.
He said in a regretful tone "Please gods, keep his rest"
"Rest my child"
"I hope she's dancing with you"
"I love you"
He start to walk back to his room, trying to return back to his normal face.
…
Simon had to go back to the stairs, go through the tunnels, straight across the cloister, and to two opened large double doors.
He peeked into the room, he saw a lengthy counter, enough to fit 9 personal chefs; there were many oven, fridges, and cabinets. The counter was the pretty much the center of the kitchen. There was a door besides the kitchen that lead to the back.
Simon walked into he kitchen, all the chefs turned to him.
"Hello, I'm just hear to help finish up the rest , I'm apart of the Green Battalions, a apprentice of the lead chef"
All the chefs stared at the man in astonishment.
The green battalions was one of the clans that would be at Marcus's acceptance exam.
One of the chefs spoke up "we are 75% of the way through, we are finishing up of the little of dinner and focusing on desert"
Simon has approached the counter full of cutting boards and yet to be stored dishes.
The same chef informed him of what they were making, and went back to cooking.
…
today was Friday.
I had already had gotten dressed, showered, and was steeping into the car. Not much later they had reach the school, Marcus had reached the school, learning his kingdoms native language Talvish, second class was he Seanish. These were the two languages that lead the that lead the rise of the Sulyvan Kingdom.
Marcus was now in his 3rd hour, working on cardio, strength training, and stretching.
4th and 5th were the same, talking to friends, work, and and lunch.
I had now reached 6th hour, entering g the near empty lecture hall. Sir Henry was sitting in a chair reading a book, I go to my seat and rest, waiting for the class to start.
Class soon started as a voice announced through the class room
"For today well be going over ritual magic!" He announced
Everyone curiosity peaked, not expecting anything interesting coming from this class
He wrote down something on the chalk board behind. He wrote down 'transmission and extraction'.
"These are the very foundations of ritual magical, extremely simple, does anyone why these are the very basics, why these two are the only ones?"
No one spoke…
He pinched his glabella and said " it's because of religion, or easier to put it, the gods. Throughout history, humanity have been studying and worshiping the gods. We continue worshipping, spreading their gospels. Through out our history we have requested power from them numerous times. We have found out that each god has a symbol that draws favor for our request."
He wrote four names and drew symbols below them. Darium of the Stars symbol of a a white slightly blue star shining in the void of space, Garthal of attraction symbol was of two geese's, Mother of festivities her symbol was of grapes and leaves; Sullivan of War was of a spear and shield.
Sir Henry wasn't a great drawer, they looked as if they were drawn by a 10 year old they still had resemblance to what they were supposed to be.
"greater and more valuable the object is better the chance of a blessing, the rarer the grapes we use for a wine for the Mother of Festivities, more chance. we all understand this, its something a 7 year old can understand this. This is the aspect of trading, we give them the thing that symbolizes them and they give us blessings. but what happens if we do that ourselves?"
"like with 2 people or just a person?" of the students asked in the front
"Think?"
"2 people?"
"yes. we can send our basic energy to someone else, the better you know about a person the better the strength of the connection between you too are."
"That's why gods spread their gospel?"
"Finally someone got something right"
replying like he was someone with a mood disorder
"what happens if I fail?" another kid asked
"your attempt to have a connection with them will fail"
"And you wonder what does the giving the gods offering do then? simple, they give us favor."
many of them had a look of curiosity, wonder like the feeling, like they could use magic more, this seemed like a harmless form, and fairly versatile in its use.
"For this to work better i would like you to just talk to each other more, there's barely any of you in here anyways so it shouldn't be to hard."
We had gotten together an started to talk, of course it was some terrible small talk, making fun of each other, or just not talking what so ever. None of us really liked each other. after a will of doing pretty much nothing, with it reaching close to the end of the hour, most of us just ended up drawing, reading, or sleeping; for me i was writing philosophical ideas or just poetry.
Henrys voice rang out into the class "oh yeah! i forgot, there are to types of rituals, instant and over time ones."
"when gods give out blessings they give out two types of blessings, instant and overtime. Instant is instant, its like giving out a gift on a holiday; overtime is where they simply give out something over and over, like a constant flow, think about it as an investment, small over time but as it hits a final result, it will be a lot. And if your wondering how we know this, people did it, so the gods must know how to do it."
The room was left silent once more, soon the class had ended. Marcus had entered his last hour of the day, many of the students had gathered near the entrance of the arched door of the classroom.
The Teacher said again "since the exams are in a month and a half this will mostly be improving your marking.
"I warn you this, if you happen to mark your weapon, that marking it will be ingrained into your body."
The teacher had toke a glance at her, somehow knowing of her marking.
"This marking is will be permanently on you, it will keep the same effect along with it, but only affecting that one body part."
Riegnas emotions sunk into anxiety and dread. She kept the same face as to not let the word of the teacher bother her.
"So every get to work, this will be my second to last lesson you will learn until the exams. If you find out you marked your weapon, use a magic suppressor, they come in many forms, most come in the forms of bracelets, black ones."
Most of the students felt relief, knowing that's there's a back up to messing up. They of coarse didn't want to mess up, messing up ment the had a permanent tattoo, on a random part of their body.
"Go southeast, down to South Street, and you'll find a little shop called Sephrem's Treasures; you'll find more more than magic suppression items, there's magical antiques, weapons, and potions"
"Alright that's enough of me talking get to work!"
They had all straightened their backs and dropped down.
…
The class had went by fast, I had went home, staring at the front door. The hired butler had greeted me and took my shoes and school uniform. I walked to my room, as I did I smelt a aroma from the kitchen.
The aroma was somewhat normal for me, I have smelled many beautiful things in my life, even since from birth. Our family had well enough money to eat this way for many years. I continue walking to my room, letting the aroma flow. Many of the maids had fully clean the manor, having it reflect one's image.
Entering my room, I sat down, laying I wonder of the future of a clan choosing me. 'I'm doing everything right or I'm at least in the middle right?'
I shake my head, brushing the doubtful thoughts from my head
"I going to get in, I believe I will" saying to myself in hope.
I pick up a pencil from one of my drawers and started marking it. I inscribe golden triangles on the round pencil. Making extra sure I mark it. 'Im not a prodigy like Adolf, or a hard working person as Reigna, I don't have the discipline as Reigna or the Skill and Talent as Adolf, that's fine, I'm going remain me, myself is enough.'
While trying to cheer myself up I start to realize the pain being caused by my marking.
"I have some affinity towards pain, ever since I've gotten this school"
I lay down on the bed ramble and talking to my myself "magic is pretty simple so far…."
I look out the large window of my room and think to my self 'it's only been two years sense I've learned about magic. I wonder if the poorer classes think about magic.'
(FG here: it hurts me to use the word poor)
In the Sulyvan kingdom people, once junior high, typically ages from 14-15, are taught magic.
Marcus started to ramble on again about the clans, think what's the best for the rest the hours
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Simon was at the other end of the door, hearing loud ramble through the door. Marcus opened the door seeing Simon at the other end. "Hey" he said looking up at Simon
"Come on, your the last left"
Marcus had experienced a slight embarrassment for a moment as he walked with Simon.
To Marcus the scenery was practically normal, but none the less kinda beautiful.
As he looked out he saw a long banquet table wrapped in two pristine with clothes on it with it divided in the middle. The sky was dark as bright electric lantern brightened up the atmosphere. Everyone had sittened down talking to each act other, some formally, some cracking small talk jokes, it was a somewhat beautiful sight; the chefs were passing out food, the aroma exciting the younger kids at the table.
As they reached the table, they sat at opposite ends, signaling the family standing.
Francis sitting at the end near the entrance and his sister, Audrey sitting at the end near the kitchen.
As the air started to blowing Francis hair. He looked into the dark sky with shining stars.
"what a beautiful night"