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SpellKraft: The Beginning

SpellKraft: The Beginning

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Wizards train in an alternate universe to fight off a realm-destroying shadow entity.

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Introduction

As a chosen elementalist wizard by the Magiverse, you spend your days in the mystical realm training and honing your skills in your designated class of study. However, don't be convinced that your magic rivals are the only threat around the Magiverse. Within the far reaches of space, a mysterious dark entity is slowly approaching the Magiverse in hopes of destroying it, as well as any other realms that may exist. But some wizards within the realm may find this shady threat to be a crooked ally. Will you help stop this dark figure from consuming the Magiverse or will you help it destroy the very realm you call home? Will you take down your foes with fire magic or watch them beg for mercy as you drain their life with Shadow magic? The choice is yours!!

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"I was... " Alex hesitates"someone threw lightning at me and yes I'm fine"
Sighing she narrows her eyes and looks at him.
"Who sent you? No one ever talks to me"
I turn the corner sharply nearly banging into someone.

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He was confused at why she would be shot at . "Why would someone strike you with lightning?" Actually he knew why, since people always felt they needed to show that they were stronger then you. His next words had a serious tone to them "Actually, I'm pretty sure some people just can't resist fighting others." Her next remark startled him, why would he follow orders from someone else? "If I was sent to annoy you, wouldn't I have attacked you by now? I came to you, because you seemed hurt." He cleaned the blood dripping from his body with a piece of paper, but he was used to being attacked by now. He was always attacked as a child due to him having to steal from people to survive, but he went around the world with his mentor and managed to help all the people he stole from by working for them. He didn't miss his biological father, since his biological father left him when he was a child. He smiled, this was one of the people who didn't try and kill him the first time he spoke to them. He hoped he could become a friend with this girl, but she probably wouldn't trust him at at all. He didn't mind at all as long as he had someone to talk to, but he didn't even know the girls name. " If you don't trust me then shoot me and get rid of me. Anyways my name is Alan, what is yours?" If he was shot then so be it, but he trusted the girl wouldn't shoot him or at least she wouldn't take his glasses off of him. He hoped that she would at least answer his question before she shot him. His pet messenger bird landed on his shoulder carrying a letter from his mentor, the letter read "I hope you're enjoying your time at the academy, but please do watch out for other shadow magic users. Some of them made a contract with the 'thing'. Anyways enjoy your stay at the academy ~ Daniel". Alan would reply to this letter later on in the day, for now he was having a conversation with someone. He turned his attention back to the girl who he was walking alongside.

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As he spoke, she gently sipped at her drink. How odd to not even have drinks like juice or milk. Even though she couldn’t relate, Gabrielle suddenly respected him a bit. She would never be able to survive without fruit juices. His quick reactions to his new experience with soda made her smile grow along her rosy lips. “Ulfunn,” she said quietly to herself. What a unique name.

“My name is Gabrielle O’Shea,” she said, nodding at his introduction. “You can call me Gabbi or Brell if you like.”

Head tipped to one side, she curiously eyed his backpack as he shrugged it off. “I guess I could join you for awhile.” Returning his grin, she nodded in encouragement. It didn’t seem that he smiled often, so she was very happy that he had shared one of those smiles with her.

“Where are you from, Ulfunn?”

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Ulfunn nodded "I come from a town in some mountains the towns name being Aldor. Where do you come from Gabrielle?" he picked up the apple and pulled out a knife and cut the apple in half he ate one half and gave the other half to Gabrielle. He thought he should explain himself more "I lived in Aldor as a barkeeps son when I turned nine I became the towns blacksmiths apprentice I found I could use magic at fourteen. So now my parents sent me here to properly use my element. Oh I can use magic by the way." Ulfunn didn't know how tell non-magic users from the magic users. His red eyes watched her with interest as he ate his apple waiting to hear her story.

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"Oh?" accepting the apple, she took a bite. The sweet juice streamed on her lips and quickly she brushed it away with her thumb before anyone could notice. "Are you still training?"

"I'm from the countryside," she said, "I don't think our town had a name..." Putting her index finger to her chin, she shook her head as she tried to remember if this was true or not. Was her homeland really so small? "My father was a blacksmith as well, but as a hobby. In actuality he traveled for the Navy and bought a big piece of property so we never had to see our actual town. My mother raised me."

"Sort of anyway," she chuckled, taking another bite of apple. "I had no brothers or sisters or friends to play with so I played in the stream deep in the forest behind my home." With a proud grin, her face brightened as she laid her hand on her chest. "I accidently learned my magic from Naiads--water faeries, I guess you could call them. I'm a water elemental."

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Ulfunn heard her story with silence when she finished he said "Naiads amazing! I am an earth elemental, I never knew the modern world as you might of I was taught the older ways of life. Seeing all this is strange and exciting. I am eager to become more skilled at using my element to its best." he had a carrot and after finishing it he said "So what are the Naiads like?"

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She wasn't comfortable to talking to Alan. Normally after the first sentence she said the person she was talking would just simply walk away. She was wondering why this boy wasn't. Maybe because he was actually trying to be nice. But why would he be everyone hated her anyways. But she thought she may as well try to be nice too, something she hadn't been since... Well she couldn't remember.
"I'm Alex." She said trying to sound happy or nice or whatever people did while having a friendly conversation.

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After her half of apple was finished, she laced her hands under her chin. "Naiads are brilliant creatures. You never see them, but you can feel them there. The way water unnaturally moves, or how the babble of the stream seems to giggle." With a swift hand, she places her fingers on the aquamarine amulet high on her neck. "I was sure of their existence when I found this stone."

Her face lit up when she eagerly leaned closer. "But tell me more about where you're from! What's it like?"

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She was finally opening up to him, although he could still she that she was a bit nervous about trusting him. "I'm a shadow magician, and I'm guessing you're a lightning magician. Alan was wondering if they were going anywhere specific "Are we going anywhere specific? If we are not then isn't possible for us to get lost?" Just as he said that he tripped and his glasses were cracked, but he was able to keep his other personality suppressed . "My glasses are broken, and I am sure you do not wish to see what I turn into without them. I think I must take my leave and see the headmaster about this. You are free to accompany me." His tone was much more serious then it was before, but he was trying to suppress his other personality. He didn't want to lose a chance to make a friend by hurting this girl, but there was a sign of mental strain being shown in his voice as well as the seriousness. "I shall explain this to you later if you wish for an explanation." His saunter at the moment was terrible, since he was barely able to walk in a straight direction and he didn't even know in which direction to go to the headmaster. He was walking blindly with no specific direction in mind, but he was determined to get there. Even if it meant accepting help from someone else, but he didn't wish to trouble this girl any more then he might have already. The strain on his mind was finally catching up to him and he was having dark thoughts, and he passed out from too much mental effort being made just to not hurt this one girl. "Why am I trying so hard for this one girl." He mumbled this to himself, but he knew the answer was that he didn't want to disappoint his mentor. He expected to be left on the ground, and he didn't really mind being left here to die. Many people have left him to die in the streets, so he was quite used to the cruelty of others.

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Ulfunn was surprised by her interest of his home "Well I lived in the mountains somewhere in the north it snows constantly. There really isn't much success when it come to farming just dead crops so the main diet is meat and potatoes. There isn't many children because the cold usually kills them. We believe that only true warriors can reach childhood in the cold so my survival was a big deal in my village. Not many babies are raised there either most bring their young down so the baby survives. Other than that everything is wonderful children are taught to fight and hunt until they reach the age they can become an apprentice if they don't succeed as an apprentice they usually leave they village to sell their arms,but that's life you have to struggle to become greater those who take the easy route are weaker." he looked at her "That's what i was raised to believe and I do believe it." He ate some beef jerky along with a sip of soda.

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"This place must seem like a vacation to you," she said softly.

Her life had been much more gentle in comparison. Gabrielle had the comfort of a warm home, electricity, meat that could be purchased by someone else so she would never have to see a kill. Uneasily, she looked among the faces in the bar, her cheeks flushing pink from embarrassment of how soft she really had it. He would think she was quite weak if she continued to speak of her home.

Suddenly, she remembered something in conversation before that they had in common.

"You said you were an apprentice for a blacksmith, right?" Her mind slipped to memories of herself sitting beside a hot forge in the winter, sharpening tools to create delicate leaves and nails for decorative pieces for boats with her father. Instantly, she thought of one of his favorite pastimes. "Have you ever been anvil shooting?"

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Ulfunn looked at her and chuckled "Once me and another apprentice of my former master we took the anvils and did it we scared the whole village with the sound." Ulfunn lifted up his shirt to show a large scar that looked deep and painful when he first had it. My master gave me this as punishment he took a bar of metal fresh from the forge and did this. Afterwards my master bought me a drink. Its one of the best memories from my childhood." he chuckled again. He took a good drink from his soda "So tell me more about your home. Sounds like a peaceful place with Naiads being close."

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Alex realised he was trying to be nice. Even though he seemed to be straining himself from something. Anyway she had nothing to do so she may as well follow him. Plus she had no friends this might be her only chance. Maybe Alan had not yet heard of her and the things she had done.
"Sure I'll come, if your sure that's alright."
She looked at him. Not wanting to ask at the moment what was happening, what a shadow user was and... she had so many questions. Alex was hardly ever curious. She suddenly realised something.
"Are you new here, because you seem to not have heard of me." She said, then quietly "people who have would stay away"
Suddenly wishing she had not said the last sentence, she tried to change the subject.
"I do not just controll lightning. I can also controll things like... storms and all"
She realised how socially awkward she was. Doubting she even talked properly. Turning she tried to remember the fastest way to the headmasters office.

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The Phoenix sighed, shutting the door of her room behind her. Well, that had taken much longer than she'd expected. For a simple shopping trip, she was at least half an hour overdue, all because of that pointless little skirmish out in the courtyard. Why had she even bothered to help, anyway? The battles themselves had been not only boring, but also far too easy to actually test or improve her skills. It had been like watching an ant try to overcome a boot - a hopeless, futile struggle that could end only in the enemy lying crushed beneath her feet. In such an engagement, there wasn't any fun to be had, nor any gain for either side except perhaps the lessons in prudence learned by the defeated. But Tieria Arcander was no teacher, nor did she intend to be. She was here to learn things for herself, and to become stronger. If she helped other people in the process, fine, but going out of her way when there was no reason to was something she did not like doing. Seriously. Had that boy even needed her help? Had he even wanted it? It hadn't seemed that way to her, considering he'd taken the funnest part immediately and just relegated her to the role of blowing up a couple newbies. Although that "Dragon" from class 4a had been pretty interesting, she hadn't even gotten the chance to fight him. She sighed yet again, turning away from her quarters where she had safely deposited her groceries. To make up for lost time, she'd just skip over lunch for the day and head straight on to training. That would do it.

In that case, she'd just head down to the sparring ring. Usually, she'd be doing endurance and targeting training on a day like this, but, being tantalized with the prospect of a real battle, she just could help but feel like she deserved the pleasure of actually having one. Jogging across a skywalk connecting the dorms and the main training wing, she swiftly turned in the direction of the familiar place. Two doors down, a turn left, then down a small flight of stairs, and... voila. The large, dark door to the sparring ring was right in front of her. Entering, she found to her disappointment that there didn't seem to be many students there at all, and those that were seemed like they were just waiting for something interesting to happen. The teacher on oversight duty had fallen asleep, which meant that there probably hadn't been anything interesting for the past while. Augh, damnit! Could this day get any more boring?!

Stepping into the arena itself - a gigantic, round ring with a high, vaulted ceiling, cordoned off from the spectators' booths by a magic barrier - she resolutely raised her arm over her head. "Caladbolg. Who's going to challenge me today, huh?" She called out, an then, with a powerful sweep, she planted the giant blade in the ground at her side, a clear declaration of her intent to fight whoever might try to take her on. To her surprise however, an unseen voice from directly behind her answered her question almost immediately.

"I will."

Tieria recognized that voice in an instant. Spinning about, she found herself face to face with just who she had expected, or rather dreaded to see - the "Ice Demon" of Class 8 Advanced, a boy known as Victor Balefrost. He was an enemy on a level even higher than herself, one she'd only fought once before, back when she'd been a mere rank 3b. In that fight... she'd been completely outmaneuvered and systematically demolished, unable to even follow the movements of her enemy. She hadn't even been able to scratch him over the whole course of the spar, and had left with a shattered pride, two cracked ribs, and a broken sword, as well as a multitude of cuts and lacerations from the boy's attacks. And that had been one of the better showings against him. As far as she knew, nobody had beaten him in the past few years. But, what interested her more was the fact that 8A should have been in a group exercise right now. That meant he must have been here for a reason. Specifically... to fight her? What? But what reason did he have? Somebody had to have put him up to this, and, with a second glance over the spectators present, she realized who it was.

The sneering faces of three familiar ice students gazed back at her. So, this was their revenge for getting in their way. They were going to set her up against one of the most infamous students near her level that they possibly could, a boy whose reputation for completely and utterly defeating his every opponent went beyond even her own.

"It's been a long time, Phoenix," Victor said quietly, a slight smirk on his face. "I thought I taught you last time not to pick fights so carelessly?"

"I guess I'm a slow learner," She replied. "Or maybe I just don't feel like taking the advice of a hypocrite. You fight just as much as I do."

"Don't be so foolish as to compare your indiscriminate battle-searching to mine," the Ice Demon replied coldly, a slight smirk on his face. "You fight because you don't care if you lose. I fight because I already know what the outcome will be."

"Well, you're certainly confident," Tieria said, a sarcastic yet nervous smile playing on her lips.

"Should I not be? I defeated you once easily enough. This time won't be any different."

"We'll see about that. I've improved a lot since then, Victor," Tieria replied, bracing herself to draw Caladbolg.

"Not enough," The boy replied icily. At that moment, Tieria's eyes went wide, for a loud snap had just sounded out from beneath her, and an frozen chill was spreading across her feet. Looking down with surprise, she saw what she had feared: a long swath of ice bridging the gap between herself and Victor, encasing both her giant weapon and her feet. Instantly, she tried to flare her power to escape, but knew in her heart it was already too late. She already knew all of her enemy's powers, understood exactly what he was trying to do. His first spell, Man in the Frozen Mirror, was one she had been unable to counter enough to know its effects by heart. The spell had two stages, first creating a flat surface of ice across any given plane, then allowing Victor to phase from one surface of ice to any other freely, and without having to recast the spell or perform any sort of incantation. It was a spell with no activation conditions save the ice's initial creation, allowing the Ice Demon to travel instantaneously from one location to another any time he wished to. It was through this formidable spell that Victor had defeated her before, evading all of her attacks with ease and striking back too fast for her to stop him.

He was right. This time was no different.

With a flash of pale light, Victor had crossed the distance in an instant, appearing with his swung fist already planted firmly in her gut. His momentum wasn't just conserved between teleportations, it was actually amplified. The force of this punch released a shockwave like an explosion, picking Tieria up off her feet and shattering the ice beneath her as she lost her grip on her weapon and was sent flying across the arena. Flipping over in mid-air, she landed on her feet, skidding backward until she crashed headlong into the barrier on the edge of the arena, disarmed and disoriented. That punch... it probably would have been enough to break most of her ribs outright if she hadn't reinforced her own body in anticipation of the impact. As it was, the area stung like it had been burned with hellfire. A few more hits like that and even her formidable physical resilience wouldn't be able to hold up. So... he really had gotten stronger since last time.

But there was no time to think. She had to get her weapon back. Already, Victor would be launching his next attack. Regaining her balance, she looked up just in time to see her enemy already coming down towards her, casting his second spell, "Armory of Ragnarok." This was another multifaceted spell. Its main purpose was to create whatever weapon its user could imagine, forming it out of magically condensed ice that might as well have been diamond. However, just by wielding one of these weapons, that same reinforcement effect carried over to the Ice Demon as well, vastly increasing his already formidable physical strength, speed, and endurance. And, as far as she knew, he had no limit on the number of armaments he could summon, making his physical ability theoretically limitless. Although she had put on a confident face, she had known right from the beginning the sort of enemy she was going up against. In this battle, she had very little chance of actually winning... but like hell if that meant she would stop trying to!

As the enemy raised his hand, a long, thin sword of silvery ice taking shape within his grasp, Tieria extended her own hands, calling to her own blade within the ice. With a loud snap, the gigantic weapon rose into the air, shattering the freezing spell that had kept it immobilized with its own flames. Then, like some sort of enormous steel boomerang, the huge sword began to streak towards its master, falling right into her waiting hand as she raised the blade over her head. At the same instant, Victor struck, and the two magically created weapons clashed with a shockwave like a bomb going off, releasing a wind so powerful that it was even felt beyond the barrier around the arena. The spectators recoiled, bracing themselves against their seats and holding on tightly to anything that wasn't tied down so it wouldn't be blown away, watching in awe as the Demon pressed down amidst a chilling blue aura of magic, and the Phoenix steadily held him back with a searing aura of crimson flames.

"Oh? You actually managed to block my opening move this time," Victor noted, impressed. Yeah, she remembered this attack pattern alright. He had used it to open that battle as well. She'd been taken so much off guard that he'd managed to run her through the right shoulder effortlessly at the very start of the match. Not this time, though. Even though it was like trying to raise the weight of an entire glacier over her head... she was most certainly not letting him cripple her so easily!

"I... told you...!" She snarled. "Don't... underestimate me... you cocky... bastard!" Groaning under the incredible strength of his attack, even as her knees slowly began to give way beneath her, she turned her blade ever so slightly... and then flared her power and fired.

"Sword... SPARK!" The Phoenix howled, a giant torrent of scarlet flames splitting the arena from one end to the other, engulfing the icy swordsman instantly as they raged uncontrollably across the stone arena, breaking against the barrier and spreading across its surface, snapping and hissing as they writhed throughout the air. And yet, in another instant, with a loud crack, their red light was suddenly subsumed by pale blue luminescence. Tieria's eyes narrowed as her flames abruptly went out in a cloud of steam as, from the midst of the dying fires, ice expanded in all directions, melting only to be replaced in an instant. In the blink of an eye, the entire floor had been covered in hard, thick frost, and the fires that had burned so furiously had been completely extinguished.

Smiling calmly, Victor emerged from the steam, glancing down at the broken sword in his hand before casting it aside and summoning another.

"How interesting. You actually forced me to defend myself, and even managed to break my weakest sword. Perhaps I'll have reason to teach you your lesson again, after all," The Ice Demon said, eying the Phoenix confidently.

"Damn," Tieria cursed under her breath. This wasn't good. Like this, she didn't stand a chance at all. And, if he kept attacking like this... her only hope would be to use that, but without the time to prepare it, she couldn't hope to manage something of that sort. And, she had a feeling that Victor wouldn't just stand around while she powered up. But how? How could she turn this around?

(Nobody interfere quite yet. I'm having a bit of fun with this battle scene, and want to continue it a little until there's actually a reason for other people to jump in. Also, I apologize for the length. I just really like writing things like this. X.X Sorry.)

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Though she couldn’t have imagined the searing pain that bar of metal must have left, she had to giggle—and cringe—at his enthusiasm. Her father had once taken her anvil shooting, though the blast was horrible and it sent the anvil high into the air, nothing really got harmed in the process. It was fun when her father took her places.

“My home is very…secluded,” she began a bit uneasily. “Like I said, we don’t live far from a town, but I don’t go into it often. There is a little farmer’s market where we purchase our food…I go to that sometimes but I never get to talk with anyone. There is a little school in the center of town, next to a library. My mother homeschooled me, but I do go to the library sometimes. I mostly stay on my property because it’s safe.”

Gabrielle began to draw a large rectangle on the countertop to represent the piece of property she lived on. “My father’s workshop and forge is on the right side and my house is on this side,” she said, pointing to the left of the rectangle. “Behind the house is a forest. At the very end of the property is a stream that lies in the center of that forest. I think the Naiads live on the other side.” The blonde blushed. “I’ve never crossed to find out.”

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Ulfunn looked at her map with intensity so he didn't see her blush "Better to be safe than be dead. Even the most peaceful of races have evil within them and seeing that your element is water you would be in great risk if you had done it." he then said "One day I can go with you to see whats on the other side of the stream. It would be interesting to see your home." he then recalled a story he could tell her "I was told of this cave near the mountains that was said to bee haunted so I went to it because I am not one to back away from challenge. I went inside the cave and found out it was the home of a witch she scared me so much I couldn't move. She took me and kept me in a cage for three days on the third she told me I was to be cooked. That when I discovered my true talent I yelled out 'Crush Them' and the earth moved its self and crushed her l took her head and gave it to the village. That's how I received my title Battleborn the said I was born to live in battle if at my age I killed a witch." he shrugged "The past is the past and I have become stronger because of it."

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Hagen found himself sitting on a chair, in what would be best described as a waiting room. He was wearing plain clothes; white shirt and jeans. His staff was covered in bandages, leaning on his luggage right beside him. He had been travelling for three days and was now waiting for his scheduled appointment with the headmaster. To be honest he had used probably twice as much time travelling, as any normal person would. It was a miracle that he had actually been able to be there on time. He had lost his map over the city and school at one of the many train stations he encountered on his way there. Of cause his masters hadn't been of much help either, normally when they didn't agree (which often was the case) they would just give him two different advises, training lessons, lectures, punishments or whatever the case was. This time however, they had obviously tried to cooperate to make a letter containing all the info he was in need of to get to the school. What was supposed to be a letter seemed more like a fragment of war, between two violent siblings. All in all he would surely have been better off without using it or getting it in the first place.

While waiting for the headmaster, he had found a book telling about a big variety of different elements; simple facts and common strengths and weaknesses. He was in the middle of a page about illusions when the secretary called out to him.

"Hagen Dawn, the headmaster got time for you now."

Hagen released his eyes from the page and got eye contact with the secretary giving her a faint smile and a nod. He picked up his staff and went into the office at the end of the room, leaving his luggage. He placed his staff in the corner of the room.

"Welcome Hagen" The headmaster said. He was sitting at his desk with his fingers folded, "Please have a seat." Hagen placed himself in the chair in front of the headmaster's desk. "As you probably know I've already heard a lot about you from your former masters. A light wizard from the Holy Order, great skills and even greater potential." He leaned closer to Hagen "What I don't understand is why you want to study here? The strongest light wizards are in the Holy Order, wouldn't it be better for you to be trained by them?"

"Well... I've lived the same place all of my life and I've always wanted to see some more of the world. I also believe that the ways of the Holy Order is a tad old fashioned and needs to be improved."

"Well that sounds like a good explanation."

Hage crossed his arms and leaned back in the chair "Plus, I've already been receiving more training than most other my age, not by one but two of the greatest light wizards of this century"

The headmaster started smiling "True, but of cause they would have to put those two on the job of leading Demon Light on the right course again"

"Ha ha, yeah wel-WHAT? Where the hell do you know that name from?"

The smile on the headmasters face faded as he continued. "Oh please, this isn't just some common school for wizards. Some of the greatest talents of this country is gathered here. Don't you think I look into the students I have here? Especially cases like yours?" He paused for some time "You don't have to worry though. Everyone has secrets and I am good at keeping them, trust me."

Hagen went silent for a minute, before asking. "How much do you know?"

"More than I wanted to know. I am sorry for what happened to your parents" Hagen stood up and went to the corner of the room, to pick up his staff. "You will be assigned to a class tomorrow when you've gone through some tests. You'll get further information from the secretary... I would recommend you to hit the bed early today. Especially if you aren't feeling too... Good."

Hagen opened the door, but before he went out, he turned towards the headmaster with a smile and determination in his eyes "What are you talking about? There is a full moon tonight, perfect for Moonshield's training." He then walked out closing the door after him.

The headmasters eyes went wide, then a smile appeared on his face "Interesting. That man surely seems to have a great potential." He then went back to his work.

Before Hagen left the building, he received a briefcase from the secretary with maps and a schedule of the day tomorrow. He found a bench in the courtyard outside. He put down his luggage, sat down and start reading the content of the briefcase he received. The sun was slowly setting, the moon began appearing. It's so much warmer here than where I come from. He thought for himself as his eyes rolled down the map of the school.

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Alan was unsconscious still, but he was in a dream with darkness surrounding him showing images of the things he did to people. He didn't want this, not at all. He tried running away, but somehow the ghosts of the people he has wronged have come to him. "Calm down, it would be better for the both of us if you did." An exact replica of him said that, but the replica was wearing a suit and tie. The replica pointed towards a set of seats and a table, he said "I'll bring us something to drink." The replica grabbed a pitcher of an unknown liquid, but it didn't seem to cause damage to the replica when it drank the liquid. Alan tried the liquid and it tasted dark, but not evil. He checked to see if his glasses were on and surely enough they were, but they were cracked. "What's happening." He didn't say that out loud, but he didn't need to. The replica could hear his thoughts "You are in your dream, but so am I." The replica was calm when it said this, after it said this it sat down in a chair and motioned for Alan to sit besides him. "Sit down, please. I shall explain this to you as best as I can."
Alan sat down and he didn't feel threatened by this replica of him, instead he felt like if he knew the replica personally. "Do I know you?" Alan asked the question to the replica. "Why yes you do, I am you and you are I." The replica wasn't making sense, but it knew it was correct. "That can't be possible, no that can't be possible at all." Alan was not going to accept that, but deep down he knew the replica was not lying to him. "Our father is quite greedy, don't you agree. " His replica said this calmly and while pouring his drink, but Alan thought the replica was talking about his mentor and not his biological father. "Shut up, you know nothing of my mentor." Alan was prepared to defend his mentor's name if it cost him his life, but his replica wouldn't dare get Alan killed or it would die as well. "I wasn't speaking of our mentor, I was speaking of our biological father." His replica was not fazed by Alan's sudden outburst, instead he was patient and waited for Alan to calm down. "As far as I am concerned I don't have a biological father, he left me and the chances of raising me when he left me to fend for myself on the streets. " Alan didn't feel any emotion towards his biological father, considering he left Alan when Alan was only a child and that was around the time Volvo adopted Alan. "I am the persona you created to hide the fact that you did many bad things in your past, but you shall eventually accept that you did those things." His replica drank the liquid when he finished that sentence. "Lies, I didn't do anything in the past. That was my other personality." Alan was completely sure of himself when he said that. "That's the point, it's your personality. " The replica was trying to get Alan to accept what he has done, but he wouldn't resort to violence or it might stop existing completely. "Leave me alone and let me go, now." Alan wished to get away from this 'thing' as fast as he could, but he had no idea how to leave or if the thing would let him leave. "As you wish, but remember this. I shall always be there whispering in your ear telling you to do the things you are too weak to do on your own, I will be the influence that shall help you accomplish the deeds you are too scared to do on your own. This was only a dream, remember that."

When it finished stating it's last words for now, Alan woke up from his dream. He couldn't tell if he was still on the ground or if he was in the headmaster's room, he decided he would try and see for himself. His vision was still blurred and he couldn't see where he was. "Hello? Anyone there?"

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By the time Jason left the tavern, it was already late in the afternoon. He simply strolled out, not speaking a single word to any of the passerbys who tried to acknowledge him. He just continued to walk, just as he usually did, back to his dorm. However, this night was strangely different. He combed his surroundings with his glance as he tried to point out what was different. Unbeknowsted to him, however, the difference was mental. While Jason walked, his thoughts couldn't quite steer clear of the white haired girl he fought with earlier. Stopping for a second, he shook his head; his hand to his forehead. Get a hold of yourself Jason, she's just a girl....A fire-user no doubt. Why are you getting so worked up over it?, he thought to himself as a random couple walked by him. As they walked, his eyes followed for a few. He was curious; intriguied; jealous, even. Jason was never one to deal with such emotions as love, envy, or jealousy, but when it came to Tieria, there was just something about her. He knew well enough it was nowhere close to love. His thoughts just followed her as he walked on.

After a while, Jason finally reached the Sparring Arena. Just as every other day, he payed little to no attention to his surroundings. However, just like everything else, today proved to be different. As he started to walk away, he overheard some commotion coming from the arena. As he turned, a blast of fire almost catches him as he quickly bounces out of the way. Without hesitation, he quickly ran towards the entrance. Once he reached there, what he saw left him breathless. There she was. The girl who had helped him earlier today; the girl who has been in his thoughts since the moment they met; Tieria. Jason was shocked, however, on her current state. She was on the ground, surrounded. She looked as though she had no idea what to do. That moment, Jason felt something rather odd and without any prior thinking or any time to think things through, he calmly addressed the group. "Well well well, looks like Tieria fell into a burning ring of fire" he said, making a rather strange Johnny Cash reference. "Oh, sorry. I forgot my manners. The name's Jason Cross, and I'm the man who will be sending your asses to a frozen hell." he said, staring down each member that circled Tieria. He was ready to fight. He was ready to win. He was ready to save her.

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Alex sighed in relief as Alan opened his eyes. She had considered taking his glasses of but remembered that he had said about becoming something when he took them of... likely to be bad.
"Are you ok?" she asked Alan.
Worried about this boy. She had stayed with him while he had fainted in the headmasters room. She didn't know what had happened it had happened so fast. First Alan was just talking then he passed out. She had looked around for the headmaster but he was no where to be seen.
"Alan?" She looked at him and offered him a hand up.

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Even though they had just met, she immediately felt much safer to hear that he was willing to go on that trip with her. "Perhaps we'll go in the Summer when the water is low," she said with a smile. "My family would love to see that I've made one friend while I've been away from home."

At his story, the young woman cringed. Then looked at him again with widened eyes. Gabrielle was confident that Ulfunn could handle himself in battling situations. She wasn't sure if this made her more respectful of the ravenette or more wary. Compared to her, he was quite large--with a lifetime of lean muscle built on his frame. She would never want to pick a fight with him or see him angry. She was a pacifist, after all. The lure of battle frightened her--especially since it was bound to come for her too, some day.

"H-How old were you when you did that?" She asked, leaning slightly away.

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He thought back to that time "I believe I was eight when that happened my spell 'Crush Them!' was only used for squashing small things like bugs. That day was the first day I used it for battle after casting it I felt so tired and hungry it was hard to get back to the village without falling." he really hadn't thought much about that day to him it was just another memory that was easy to forget. He drank some of his soda "Soon after that I created my two other spells. I was 14 when I killed a troll that was attacking our village that was harder though trolls are fast and strong so its hard to fight them but I did along with some of the other young men." he looked down in sadness "They are still remembered to me every fight I honor in their name."

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He took the hand, since he couldn't really get up on his own. " Heh, thanks. I'd say I was fine, but that would be a complete lie. " He didn't pretend he was fine when he was hurt, considering that would probably get him killed and he needed all the help he could get as a child. He had no pride to protect, so it didn't matter if he got help from others and it didn't matter if he was beat in battle. " My head hurts and I'm not sure how much longer I can hold my destructive urges without my glasses to help." He took the hand and pressed his knee for support, and he got up still a bit dizzy. He took off his glasses revealing his face without them, since the glasses were cracked and they wouldn't be much use "My head still hurts and we should find the headmaster before I lose the hold on my body, but don't take my calm attitude as me being fine. Without my glasses I'm a completely different person and I think I'm losing control if I'm acting calm. " He had very little control over his mind, but he wouldn't let his other personality out to wreck havoc. He walked towards the door and went into the hallways, then he looked around for any students in the vicinity. He saw a group of level four fire mages leaning against the wall talking about how powerful they were becoming. He walked up to the mages and asked them "Do you know where the headmaster is?" They snickered and were surprised a level one had the guts to ask them something, so they thought they would punch him and make Alan back off. They didn't even get to land a punch, Alan grabbed the kid who's hand was going to punch Alan. "I'm not in the mood for this crap kid, so just tell me where the headmaster is or I'll do some very bad things to you." Alan was twisting the kid's hand and he wasn't enjoying this one bit, but the kid was enjoying this less than Alan was. "You cocky weakling, guys get him. " This level four needed a group to take down a simple level one. "Pitiful, can't even fight your own fights. " Alan stood in one place with his hands in his pockets. He used the shadow of the kids' against them and made them be trapped in solid shadow. He wasn't going to enjoy this fight, he needed to talk to the headmaster immediately. "Tell me where the headmaster is at and I'll let you go, then we can forget this ever happened. " The kid was scared and he complied with Alan "H-H-He's T-T-Talking with one o-o-of the k-kids who j-j-just entered. " The kid flinched when Alan let him go, Alan wasn't going to waste his time here. He remembered he didn't know where the headmaster was still and he decided to ask the kid where the headmaster was at. The kid replied with the room's location, since he was terrified of Alan. Alan went directly to the room mentioned by the kid, but when he made it to the door his head started hurting more than it did before. He didn't know if he could make it inside of the headmaster's location in time to get the headmaster to subdue him and fix his glasses.

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Alex ran to catch up. She suddenly could see how dangerous he could be. If this was him trying to subdue the... thing he was she didn't want to see him active.
"Alan, wait" she called.
Now catching up to him she noticed how strained he looked.
"You look like you've been through hell. Do you need anything? Anything, anything at all, just say it and ill do it. Just tell me how to help."
She didn't know why she was doing this, helping this boy. Maybe she wanted to just help. Really she didn't know.

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Giving a loud roar, Tieria lunged forward, leveling her gigantic sword and stabbing directly at her opponent's torso, both hands on the hilt of her sword, forcing the giant blade forward with all her might. This time was different from the last time she had fought. With this strike, she made no attempt to turn the twin points of Caladbolg away from her enemy. No, quite the opposite, in fact. She plunged them straight towards her opponent's heart. This wasn't because she was angry, or because she felt like killing someone. No... it was because she knew that any less effort would in turn end in her own death.

Victory merely smiled, raising her newly created blade across his torso without even seeming to brace himself against the attack. And then, he did the seemingly impossible. With a flash of power and a tremendous shockwave... he simply turned aside the monstrously powerful thrust with a slight twitch of one hand. Crying out in anger, the Phoenix did not stumble, catching herself immediately and bringing herself back around with all her momentum, only to find her blade batted aside yet again by another casual, one-handed motion of the Ice Demon's comparatively tiny sword. Now Victor went on the offensive, continuing his motion and sliding his own weapon down the mammoth blade of Caladbolg, forcing the Phoenix to leap back, sliding across the iced over floor and spinning around in a full circle, twirling her own blade behind her and raising it just in time to deflect a second slash as her enemy bounded after her.

Sparks flashed into the air as the two weapons connected again and again, scattering clouds of lingering steam and powdery, broken ice in all directions with each blow. The Phoenix brought up her blade to deflect an overhead strike, only to have Victor hook his blade on the divide at the center of Caladbolg, somehow overcoming even the leverage bestowed by the giant weapon itself to wrench the blade out of the way, pivoting around at the same point to bring up his elbow beneath his opponent's defenses, slamming it hard into her gut and sending her flying into the air, bursting forth from the cloud of dust like a shot from a cannon. Flipping head over heels, she righted herself mid-flight, halting her chaotic upward spiral just in time to brace herself against the very ceiling and, with the force of a falling star, launch herself right back down at her adversary.

"Spark Wave!" She bellowed, raising her huge blade high overhead as an immense storm of crimson light took shape at the weapon's heart. Slashing downward, she released a cataclysmic swath of flames that spread across the entire arena. And yet, her blade struck nothing but empty air, for at that very instant, a wall of ice had taken shape across the entire barrier behind her, and, from its clouded surface, her opponent stepped forth unharmed, wiping a small stain of blood from his blade.

Tieria grimaced and instinctively clutched her shoulder, only realizing now that her enemy had somehow struck beneath her upraised weapon in the instant before she attacked, moving so fast that she hadn't even noticed he had struck her until the wound had actually started bleeding, a delayed spike of pain flaring through her mind. It was only a scratch, comparatively, but it was nonetheless a very painful one.

Spinning about, she turned to face her adversary, who merely continued to smirk self-assuredly, as he had done since the beginning of the battle. "Well, I see your training hasn't been in vain. Now, are you quite done?" He asked coldly, leveling his weapon into almost casually into a laissez-faire battle stance.

"Not hardly," The Phoenix replied, a determined fire burning in her eyes just as her own flames began to condense and rush up and down the blade of her sword, collapsing in upon the notch at the weapon's center. Power poured from every fiber of her being, concentrating down to a single point. For an instant, neither combatant moved, their eyes locking for a split second. In the next, several things happened at once. With a mutual roar, the two launched at each other at the same time, crossing the space between them in the blink of an eye.

"Dash Spark!" Tieria declared, flames streaming from Caladbolg's surface as she shot over the ground like a rocket, raising her blade with all her might and delivering a single blow. Victor gave a wordless cry as ice sprang into existence across the surface of his own weapon, a pale blue aura flickering to life around him to match the Phoenix's scarlet flames. With a tremendous explosion, the two clashed, streaking past each other in the very same moment as fire and ice collapsed upon themselves and burst outward in all directions. Another jolt of pain shot up from the young swordswoman's side, but Tieria only smiled... for the only blood she could see was the faint trail streaming from the edge of her sword, swiftly evaporating into a fine red mist as the weapon yet continued to heat up.

"What...?" Victor asked, sounding surprised as he raised a hand to his cheek, brushing a small trickle of crimson claret from his face and looking for the first time with shock on his own life's blood. "You... actually cut me...?" Disbelief in an instant turned to excitement as the Ice Demon slowly turned, a suddenly very eager smile breaking out across his face as his enthusiasm for the fight redoubled.

"You're damn skippy I did," Tieria replied, a similar smirk of almost psychotic amusement spreading across her expression as well. This was the first actual hit she'd landed on Victor, and with it, although it wasn't much, she had proved that he wasn't invincible. She had a chance. She could still win this! And so, she continued to smile, even as the frosty halo surrounding her adversary began to grow and expand in a way she knew all too well. This technique... she already could anticipate what was coming. This was the ability that had struck her down before, laying her low at the Ice Demon's feet. It was up to her now to overcome it. And so, even as innumerable blades, each more formidable than her own, began to take form amidst the icy light, Tieria's smile never once faltered. And even as Victor raised his own weapon, slowly pointing it at his target to direct the barrage she already knew was coming, all the Phoenix did was brace herself against the icy ground, her own flames rising to match the Demon's unspeakable power as best she could. The arena was suddenly deathly silent as the two intense magical powers at its center slowly condensed themselves, concentrating down to innumerable tiny points. Then, in the next moment... all of this power exploded at once as two voices shouted in unison.

"Armory of Ragnarok... FIRE!"
"Spark... BARRAGE!"

With these words, countless blades plunged down as a single wall, like all the armaments of an invisible legion striking as one. And, at the same time, a single blade danced brightly through the chilled white light, spreading a web of scarlet flames with each passing stroke. One strike, two strikes, three strikes, four.... the movements of that flashing blade blurred together into a single continuous hailstorm of attacks as, at the same time, the one wielding it leaped forward, dancing dangerously through the evil rain as flames scattered around her to clear a path. A dozen blows became a score, and that score became a hundred, which multiplied a hundredfold more as innumerable flaming arcs of power expanded around a single point as countless freezing blades scattered in all directions, shattered into dust by the force of the Phoenix's desperate charge, until at last the red-clad girl tore through the final curtain of incoming swords, and into free, open space, her sword raised high for a finishing blow. But her victory never came, for at that same instant, raising his sword along with a twin weapon before him, pointing both directly at the oncoming white-haired warrioress, Victor spoke but two words.

"Fenrir Gun."

At that second, there was an explosion of power unlike any other, as though an entire glacier had been made manifest and concentrated along a single line, cutting through the air in a frigid torrent of absolute magic that engulfed the Phoenix in an instant. Her flames dimmed and grew cold as the ice spread around her rapidly chilling blade, in and instant forcing her back across the slippery floor, taking back all the ground she had only just gained. At this rate, she realized, she'd be frozen solid, or perhaps crushed against the barrier. She had to break out, had to fight back...! Desperate now, she gathered all the power at her disposal, raised her sword high, and, channeling all her strength into his mighty blade, she struck downward into the earth.

"Ground... Spark..." She gasped, her voice drowned out by the howl of the frigid wind all around her as the deathly frost threatened to consume her. At that instant, a single flame took life at the heart of the chilled void, then grew. It grew and grew and began to expand until, in a single, mighty surge, it at last broke outward in all directions, scattering walls of ice and snow every which way as the heat returned to the Phoenix's body, and the will to win rekindled the determination in her heart.

"What's this?" Victor asked, watching with surprise as slowly, shaking the snow off her body as she did so, Tieria stood, tiredly but resolutely raising her blade before her to continue her fight. "Not only did you force me to summon multiple weapons, you actually managed to take a shot of my most powerful spell and stay standing? Just how much more powerful have you grown...?" The Ice Demon asked.

"You really want to know?" The Phoenix replied, a confident grin emerging on her features as a faint, flickering flame suddenly became evident, dancing across the surface of her body, and Victor realized for the first time why his enemy had been so hard pressed. She hadn't been weak. Rather, she'd been holding back the large part of her power in preparation for some kind of large spell. But what was she...? "Well, then you're in luck," She said, her hair beginning to rise upward and dance about upon an invisible current of unseen wind as the ice beneath her feet suddenly cracked and scattered. "Because you're about to find out firsthand!" As a wall of steam rose around her, a sudden tower of flames roared to life, reaching clear from the ground beneath her feet all the way to the ceiling above. As Tieria raised her sword over her head once more, she chanted the name of her spell of last resort, the power she planned to use to turn this battle around. Victor, surprised and curious to see what she was planning, made no effort to stop her, instead watching with silent astonishment as all of the flames surrounding his enemy began to collapse, and a single wing of pure, elemental fire spread from her her right shoulder upward towards the unseen sky, scattering all of the dust on the winds of a mighty gale.

"Seventh Sorcery - Phoenix of Princes," Tieria finished, sweeping her sword downward into a combat stance.

"So... this is your third spell?" Victor asked, a sudden tone of respect in his voice that hadn't been there before. "I'd heard you had perfected some sort of transformation, but I have to admit, it's more impressive than I had imagined. This must be how you got that title of yours, isn't it?"

"Naturally, but let me be frank. You haven't seen anything yet." Tieria smirked, and the Ice Demon only had barely enough time to register that she had planted her feet firmly before she was already moving. She struck like a lightning bolt, bursting across the distance between them almost instantaneously and slashing upward with her burning sword. A loud roar resounded throughout the arena as Victor raised his swords in a futile attempt to defend himself, crossing them in the path of the gigantic weapon only to have the force of the blow, even when broken by his defenses, actually pick him up and carry him into the air. Groaning with the sudden impact, the Ice Demon tried to right himself, summoning a giant lance of ice and launching it down towards the mighty firebird below.

"Oh, this is going to be good," Tieria chuckled, grinning as she braced herself, then, instead of attempting to dodge or block, leaped straight upwards, crossing her blade over her body and raising it before her. In the next instant, a storm of flames burst throughout the air, and with a tremendous crash, the frozen lance was split clean in two, and the Phoenix had burst forth from its core, her fires burning brighter than ever before as, too fast to even follow, she streaked past Victor, dealing two blows almost at the same instant.

"Knock, knock!" She said, slamming her giant blade into the Demon's crossed swords, shattering them into countless pieces with the incredible impact as, at the same time, she let go of her own weapon with her left hand, using the force of her own blow to spin around behind her target, raising her now free hand over her head, clenched into a mighty, burning fist, bringing down a bone-crushing punch to the top of his skull which sent him crashing down into the ground like a star falling from heaven, naught but a blur as he slammed down into the stone floor of the arena with enough force to not only shatter the ice covering it, but to leave a crater in the ground itself.

"It's pain!" She finished, pointing Caladbolg down towards the smoking hole in the arena floor. "Sword Flare!" With an ear-splitting howl, the flames licking the blade of the giant weapon suddenly collapsed down into a single orb, then tore forth, growing vastly in size as the projectile plummeted down toward its target, until it was as though a miniature sun was being thrown down at the helpless Ice Demon. In an instant, the giant ball of flames had reached the crater and filled it, a sea of flames raging throughout the hole where the enemy lay. And yet, Tieria knew victory wouldn't be so simple. A suspicion still lurked in the back of her mind, one that proved in the next instant to be correct when an object flashed across her peripheral vision from the right. She didn't even turn to face the attack she knew was coming, instead just sweeping out her burning wing and batting several icy swords out of the air before they could even reach her. Huh. Funny. She distinctly remembered his weapons being tougher than this. Oh, wait, she forgot. She'd turned her body into a conduit for pure elemental fire, essentially making herself into living, breathing magic. Even the Demon's enchanted blades hadn't yet attained that level. In short... she'd surpassed him, at long last, and she was about to prove it!

Turning to see where the attacks had come from as she slowly floated down toward the ground, she found her enemy standing, as she had expected, unharmed, clear across the arena from where her last attack had struck. So, he had escaped. His first spell's ability to teleport him made him very hard to pin down and eliminate. Even when he could no longer follow her movements, he would still be a bother to deal with considering his agility. But, with the ability to just create the ice he needed to use anywhere he wished to, she couldn't exactly stop him from using it... Ah, what a pain.

"My, my," Victor said, trying to regain the breath she'd knocked out of him. Judging by his stance, his physical reinforcement had managed to absorb most of the impact of her successful strike when she'd broken his weapons, but it looked like he hadn't fared so well at weathering the blade itself. She'd dealt a rather bloody across his chest, and he was clearly favoring the area. Perhaps she'd broken a rib or two? Maybe this would be easier than she had thought. "That was quite the attack. If I didn't know better... I'd say I was fighting a completely different person from the one I defeated so easily before."

"You are," Tieria replied. "Ever since you crushed me in our last battle, I focused on one thing and one thing alone: more power. I fired techniques until they were second nature to me, exhausting every last ounce of my energy in the process to increase my endurance. Bit by bit, my natural magical ability grew by being pushed to its limits. And then, I focused all of that newfound strength into one thing and one thing alone: my own body. This is the ultimate evolution of the physical enhancement magic I created when I made this sword, Victor. Even your countless blades can't compare to this spell's reinforcement power."

"So I see. But, then again, they don't have to," Victor replied, his old smirk returning.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, aren't you assuming something foolish? After all, Armory of Ragnarok isn't my only spell." Tieria grimaced, beginning to realize exactly what the Demon meant by that. "That's right... Look around you. Remember when I shot you with my Fenrir Gun? That attack wasn't intended to kill you. I meant for you to deflect it, in exactly the same manner as you did." He spread his arms, pointing to the arena surrounding them. Tieria's eyes widened. Every last inch of it, walls, ground, and even the ceiling... were all covered with ice, countless giant shards spread across the whole room by the scattering of the ice used in the Demon's third spell attack. The once level, open field now more resembled a crystalline maze, random walls and crevices like holes in a frozen ocean jutting up and down all across the battlefield. Using those... Victor could transport himself anywhere he felt like, at any time, from any angle!

"True. You may be faster and stronger than me now physically, but that'll only help you if I stay still. You're no closer to beating me than when you started!" A flash of white light lit up the air as he spoke, and, in the next instant, Victor was gone.

"Shit!" Tieria cursed, her eyes swiftly searching about in an attempt to spot the enemy in his next appearance. A flash of movement from the left alerted her just in time, and, bringing about her weapon, she intercepted an incoming lance of ice, sending it spiraling up into the air and away from her. But there was no sign of Victor. Then... it was a diversion? Realizing the danger she was in, she leaped upward just in time to avoid a vast storm of ice that tore through where she had just stood. Following this attack back to its source, she just had time to locate Victor before he terminated his Fenrir Gun and vanished into the icy mist.

Leveling out, Tieria swiftly began searching once again, only to be struck abruptly from behind by a slash from a bladed weapon, sending a spurt of scarlet blood streaming upward from her shoulder as she hurtled back down towards the ground, which abruptly turned its entire mass into blades of ice and began launching back up at her. Grimacing, Tieria rolled sideways, evading most of the incoming storm. But even with all her speed, she was unable to escape being slashed across the side by a passing blade.

Crashing down into the ground, Tieria landed in a kneeling position and tried to rise, only to find her enemy suddenly coming in from above, a wickedly curved blade of ice held high above his head. Raising her own blade to defend herself, she suddenly found her left arm feeling weak. Actually, she was barely able to move it at all...! Damnit! He must have severed something important with that last attack. There goes my arm, I guess, The Phoenix thought, grimacing as she nonetheless braced herself with her working arm, intercepting the incoming slash and turning it aside before sliding her own weapon up the sword's blade, using the Demon's own momentum to plant his blade uselessly in the ground while simultaneously countering. To her surprise, however, her blade cut through nothing but thin air. Damnit! She'd forgotten. His teleportation magic used contact with ice to warp him instantly. By stabbing his blade into the ground, she'd allowed him to escape!

"I told you. You're too slow," Victor hissed from behind her. Tieria's eyes widened in surprise as she tried to leap upward to evade the attack she thought was coming, only to feel a sudden surge of searing, unbelievable pain from her lower torso as, with a horrible squelching of flesh, she looked down to find an icy blade piercing clean through her lower left side. "It's over," Victor said, and, with those words, he drew back the blade from her, sweeping the blood off it as his enemy staggered weakly forward, planting her blade and then clutching her side as she fought back tears at the overwhelming, unbelievable pain. That was right... this was what it felt like to be impaled. She'd felt this sensation before, and at the hands of the same person. He'd driven blades through every one of her limbs over the course of their fight, and, although she hated to admit it, she had cried pathetically at the pain after the fight had ended. But she wouldn't give him the pleasure of seeing her tears. Not this time. Not again. No... this time, she would pay him back in full, somehow. She had to... reach him. Had to strike him down and win, to show him, to show herself that she wasn't weak anymore.

"Damn... you..." She hissed through gritted teeth as blood began streaming from her many wounds. To Victor's surprise, however, she didn't fall over then and there, but rather, slowly began to rise back to her feet, drawing forth her blade with her scarlet-stained hand and turning about to face him with fire in her eyes. "I'm... not fast enough... am I? Fine... I'll get faster... I'll keep on getting faster and stronger... As much power as it takes to beat you... I'll use whatever it takes!" She howled, flames once again beginning to spread across her sword, then over her entire body as she gave a vicious, guttural roar.

"What...? How the hell are you still even standing, let alone mustering all this power?! I broke your arm, drove a sword clean through your side! I've cut you enough times that you should have passed out by now from blood loss, if not have fainted outright from the pain! How are you still moving, damnit?!" Victor exclaimed, involuntarily stepping back as, to his disbelief, the power surrounding his enemy doubled as she continuously amplified her full strength through her sword, then absorbed it again and repeated the process. The flames around her were almost blinding to look at, now, and yet, even beyond their light, the Demon could see something, could see the answer to his questions.

Tieria's wounds were no longer bleeding.

"Those flames around your body..." He murmured. "You burned yourself to cauterize your own wounds?"

"Oh, I've done far more than cauterize them," Tieria hissed over the crackling of the fires. "Didn't you know...? When a phoenix immolates itself... it's reborn, brighter and stronger than ever before! You can take my flames as many times as you like, Victor. I'll just keep burning with more and more power until you're the one who can no longer stand!"

"That third spell of yours can heal your body in the middle of a battle...? Are you insane, Arcander? Trying to manipulate your own flesh while concentrating on fighting at the same time? Not to mention channeling so much magic through your body at once. If you keep going like this, you'll tear yourself apart if you don't go down the very first time I even hit you."

"This is all for the sake of defeating you," Tieria replied, smirking. "I already told you. I'll do whatever it takes to win! Now, then... Sixth Sorcery - Phoenix of Powers!"

"What...? You managed to create a spell with multiple transformations?!" Victor gasped, watching as a second wing slowly sprouted from the Phoenix's left shoulder, spreading along with the first as the flames around her condensed into her own body, surrounding her with a radiant red glow. Slowly, she raised her sword over her head, and her wings flared violently to life upward, feathers falling from their burning expanse and beginning to swirl around the giant weapon as a blinding crimson light expanded from the hilt all the way down the blade. Victor leaped backward, the searing heat of the flames forcing him to retreat.

"You know, Victor," Tieria said, smirking as she twirled her sword above her head, flipping it around backhanded. "There's a weak point in your strategy."

"What...?"

"You need your ice to move around, right?" Realization began to dawn on Victor as he realized exactly what his enemy was planning. But... she couldn't possibly intend to... She couldn't have the power to do something like ignite the entire arena in a single attack, could she?!

"You don't mean..." He gasped.

"Want to try creating ice when every single inch of your surroundings are on fire?!"

"You're insane! Like I'll just let you do that!" Victor cried, raising his sword and pointing it at his enemy as an icy aura took shape around him. He'd stop her, he'd freeze her solid before she could make her move! "Fenrir Gun!" He howled, launching a tremendous typhoon of ice at the Phoenix, only to watch in horror as it broke around her like waves upon a rock, evaporating before it even reached its target.

"You call that an attack? Hah. No, my friend. Allow me to educate you. THIS is what an attack looks like. GROUND SPARK!" With this bellow, she brought down her upraised blade with the force of eternal judgement, like the hammer of god smiting an insolent mortal below. The blade struck the ground and pierced straight through it, and, in the next instant, the world exploded in a single, vast wave of flames. Everything within the area was burning, from the floor to the ceiling, and even the formidable protective barrier began to strain under the sheer force of the widespread destruction raging across its entire surface. Those students who were watching the fight recoiled in surprise as the heat began to reach even them, and almost all of them began to make a hasty exodus from the grandstands, not wanting to remain in case the shield actually broke and they were all exposed to the full force of the Phoenix's tremendous attacks.

Victor cried out, raising his last sword before himself and flaring all of his power around him, trying in vain to fight back the firestorm that now threatened to completely engulf him. But even he, the mighty and famed Ice Demon, found his own strength paling in comparison to the vast power with which he was now faced. Such force, and such heat, over such a vast area. Tieria had been right, for as the flames finally cleared, he saw what he had feared. Every last scrap of his ice had been entirely and completely melted, evaporating instantly under the tremendous heat. In vain he tried to recreate it, but he already knew that it was of no use. The moment any of his magic took form, it was overwhelmed, consumed by the vicious, hellish inferno that blazed all around him.

The Phoenix smiled, and, raising her sword, pointed it at him. The flames around her roared to life one again, and began to dance along the weapon's blade. When her entire aura had been consumed by Caladbolg's heart, she moved on to her wings, spreading them before her as they rippled and faded into the weapon in her hands. Victor's eyes widened in horror as he realized exactly what was happening. Every last ounce of her power, the full force of her total prepared magic, was being channeled into one, final attack.

"Hey, Victor. Better make good use of that sword. It's the only one you've got," Tieria hissed. Victor looked down at the weapon in question, only to give a cry of helpless rage as it cracked and dribbled away into nothingness, the heat of his enemy's power overcoming even his strongest enchantments. He was helpless, disarmed, trapped by walls of flame on every side, unable to move, and his enemy had all the power she needed to finish him. The battle was over, and, he realized, he had lost.

"Oops. Guess I broke it," The Phoenix laughed. "What a shame. Ah, well. If you can't attack me anymore, there's really no point in prolonging this. 'I told you already. You're too slow.' And now... 'It's over.'" She gave another mocking chuckle, quoting his own words from a moment before just to rub in the fact of her victory.

"D-d-damn... you..." Victor hissed, but the words never left his throat. For, at that instant, the Phoenix called her final spell, the attack that would finally end the battle. Without a doubt, it would strike, and when it did, her victim would be helpless to stop it.

"Flare... FINALE!"

Victor cried out in vain, for even his screams were drowned out completely by the explosive roar of the Phoenix's spell as a giant, condensed beam of fire tore across the arena, consuming all in its path. When the flares in the heart of the stone chamber finally died down, there were only two things to be seen. Tieria standing, battered but victorious... and Victor lying at the center of a vast trench in the ground, half buried by ashes and rubble, charred, burnt, and completely unconscious.

.....

The Phoenix's victory was short lived.

"Damnit. Not you again." Tieria scowled, sizing up the group of three ice-users standing between her and the exit. She had expected they'd leave when their champion was beaten, cowed by her power, and yet, it seemed that they hadn't taken the hint. Or, more accurately, they knew exactly what sort of a state she was in. Actually, although she put on a brave face, she could hardly stand at this point. She'd put almost all of her strength into her finishing spell, and having to use her transformation had taken quite a toll on her body. Her left arm hung limply at her side, and her right could barely even lift her giant weapon at this point, upon which she was now propping herself.

"Oh, don't worry about us," The lead boy said, smiling sickeningly. "We just thought we'd congratulate you on beating such a well-known opponent. We have to admit, we didn't expect that."

"Considering you sent him to fight me, I'd think that was pretty obvious," Tieria replied coldly. "So... what were you hoping for? That he'd send me to the healers? If that was your aim, then you need to grow a clue. I don't put up with anyone who tries to take me down."

"Of course not. It would have been stupid to give you a chance to get your revenge on us," The boy replied slyly.

"So, you were hoping he'd 'accidentally' kill me? Or, better yet, that I'd tear my own body apart from the strain of fighting and save you and your friend Victor the trouble?"

"That's a little closer. If Victor had done the deed himself, he'd face expulsion, which would be good for us as fellow ice users. Without the old prodigy to overshadow us, we'd be able to gain reputations of our own. But, of course, we weren't counting on him doing something so careless. Why else would he only run you through the side where you don't have any vital organs, when he could just as easily have slit your throat or impaled your heart?" The boy stopped, and another picked up to continue the explanation.

"If you had ended up killing yourself, it would also work out in our favor. We'd be rid of you as an enemy, and we wouldn't be blamed for it. But, of course, we doubted this would happen, either."

"So what's your plan, then? Surely you don't intend to kill me yourselves, considering you've gone to all this trouble to dodge the blame," Tieria asked, not liking where this conversation was headed.

"How perceptive of you. No, although it would be easy to just end your life now considering the state you're in, we'd just be thrown out for it, and that's exactly the opposite of what we want. But, of course, we need to dispose of you somehow. Tell me, Tieria Arcander, do you know what happens when a student suffers severe injuries in an unauthorized sparring match? For example, so severe that they can no longer use magic?"

"What are you implying...?" She asked, sounding a little nervous. She knew exactly what happened in such a situation. The student would be healed, but then expelled for their carelessness and sent back to whatever home they came from. It was for that reason she'd been careful not to overly injure Victor, instead just burning him and breaking a few bones with pressure until he was unconscious. He'd been fun to fight, and she hadn't wanted to assist these three schemers by getting him out of their way, nor risk a punishment upon herself for injuring him thus.

"Well, let's say, hypothetically, that there was a student who needed to activate all of her spells by speaking. Say in in a certain, unsupervised battle with a higher level student, her tongue was carved out with a knife? And let's say this student had a summoned item that embodied all of her magical power, that, when destroyed, would release all that energy, making it very hard for her to recover the strength she once had. Such a student certainly wouldn't draw much pity from the instructors, especially considering the fact that she crushed one of the star pupils of the school, damaging his reputation a great deal after they worked so hard on helping him build it up from behind the scenes. The delinquent who ruined this role model's pride would certainly be expelled, using her inability to use magic anymore as a justification, wouldn't she? It wouldn't matter what tales she told trying to pass off her guilt onto a certain three other students. Nobody would have any reason to believe her, now would they?"

"So that's your plan..." Tieria stepped back, drawing her sword and leveling it in front of her in preparation to defend herself, even though she knew it was hopeless. She could thwart their plans partially by dismissing Caladbolg so they couldn't break it, but what then? She'd be completely vulnerable, unable to stop them from cutting her tongue out and doing whatever else they might feel like doing in the meantime. She had no choice but to keep the weapon drawn. In short, she was cornered. "But what's to stop this hypothetical student from coming back? It's not impossible to circumvent voice restrictions on spells, nor is it impossible to regain power once lost."

"Oh, but you won't have a chance to do that, Miss Arcander. Do you think I haven't done my research on the enemy I intend to eliminate?" He laughed coldly. "I know all about your family, and about you. It's almost laughable, really. To think that you're a pathetic failure and trying to hide it. But the best part is what your family does to those who shame their heritage. For someone of such noble blood to lose their potential for magic. Oh, I'm sure you'd be punished severely. Burning alive slowly over the course of a whole week, was it? To purify the shamed blood by the family's traditional flames, keeping the victim alive with magic all the while as everything from their feet all the way up to their head is slowly immolated, bit by bit? How primitive. But, it's convenient, no?"

"Damn you..." The Phoenix hissed, her eyes narrowing in absolute, furious rage as the three boys standing in front of her laughed cruelly. She tried to muster her flames, but found them weak, far too weak to save her. She was cornered, helpless... In this state, there was nothing she could do to save herself, and they all knew it. She was already... she was already dead.

"My, my, isn't that a little foolish?" The lead boy asked, taking a step forward. Tieria realized what he was doing far too late to stop him as a vicious-looking black icicle appeared in his hands, a weapon which he plunged toward her. Damnit, damnit, damnit, not good! The Phoenix thought frantically. If she didn't move her sword out of the way, that attack would break it for sure! But if she did, that icicle would be carving its way straight into her eye. This realization was, perhaps, what doomed her, for in her heart, she hesitated for just a moment to sacrifice her eye to save herself. And, in that moment... she lost her only chance to move Caladbolg out of the way. With a quiet crack that yet rang out through the silence, the icicle struck the blade of her sword... and shattered the weapon into four separate pieces.

An explosion of flames erupted from the broken blade, scattering fire in all directions and forcing the three assailants to jump back as Tieria staggered under the weight of the flames she was too weak to control. No... her power... all of her power was escaping! The strength she'd worked for years to attain was slipping away, vanishing into thin air. Desperate now to save herself from the fate she couldn't escape, she strained with all the mental strength available to her. Channeling her full will through the broken-off hilt of her sword, she snatched at all the flames she could reach, and sealed them away within the broken weapon. This power... it was pathetic compared to her former strength, but at least, maybe with this, she could somehow-

She cried out weakly in pain as she was suddenly caught by her hair and pulled back, lifted into the air painfully by one of her enemies, then hurled down upon the ground. Before she could even recover from the searing pain as all of her wounds began to reopen, she found herself caught firmly and held down, her mouth forced open as the boy standing above her drew forth a wicked looking knife and held it over his victim. She struggled in vain, unable to escape the hands that immobilized her. In that moment, as her consciousness faded and exhaustion overtook her, she found herself making a silent plea more humiliating and yet more earnest than any other words she'd ever thought or said before.

Help me... Someone... please... help me...

As her eyes closed, she knew deep down that this plea wouldn't be answered. This was it. Her life was over already, she just wasn't feeling the pain yet. She was already dead, even if her mind yet remained. It was hopeless. And yet, she couldn't help but notice something that, to her, seemed miraculous. The knife above her had stopped in its descent. The hands grasping her had suddenly weakened, as though distracted. A voice rang out from beyond her field of vision, speaking words she couldn't make out or understand. But, the meaning of all these things was clear to her as she faded into an unconscious stupor.

Her plea had been answered. Someone had come to save her. She was... alive?

(Whew. I'm glad I managed to keep this fight scene comparatively short. Most NPC 1v1 battles I write go to about 30 pages long. Fortunately, I managed to wrap things up in only 11 pages. Sorry to make it so long, guys. I think I was enjoying myself a little too much. XD Still, I hope you liked it!)

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I am just waiting for someone else to post. Hopefully I can find a way to join in some more interactions.

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WHAT HAVE I DONE.
I haven posted in... forever!
I'm so sorry! (TAT)

I'm starting to feel like this rp is slowly dying though...
Is that just 'cuz of school, or is there something we should do?

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Sorry I didn't post before now, had a bit of writers block and didn't really have the time to write every day. I hope this post is okay, haven't looked it through too many times, so sorry if it is bad written (It's not my primary language after all).

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This is terrible, I'm slowly posting less and less words in each post.

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From what I can tell, classes are divided into the various different elements, as well as into other related classes, like the ones mentioned in Merchant's post. Since this is supposed to be a pretty important school, I'd say the average level could logically be determined to be at least about 4B, but don't quote me on that. You'd have to ask the GM.

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What kind of classes would there be?
Is it separated between elements, levels, or is it completely random?
eg: could a water student ever be in the same class as a fire student? etc.

How do we interact with others if we have classes? Or do we only meet between classes and "fast forward" through the actual classes?

Sorry if I'm asking way too may questions (^_^;)

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Just out of curiosity, is this a high level school? What would the average magician (not in the school) have a level of? and what's the average here?

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I think I need to change my element to time. I'm stuck in the future.

*hums a tune waiting for tomorrow to roll around.*

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I just randomly included them in one of my posts as a sort of measuring stick. The ones I listed were eight levels, each ranked either Basic - B - or Advanced - A. For example, Tieria started out as a Level 7A - making her pretty ridiculously powerful - but lost a lot of that, putting her at about level 4A, or 5B at best.

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hey what are the different ranks for how strong you are? I keep reading and I'm still not getting it.

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will something like mind or illusion work?

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JGamer502 wrote:I'm thinking of joining so is there a list of elements though?

Not to my knowledge. Try to think of the generally used elements.

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I'm thinking of joining so is there a list of elements though?

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Submitted character hope to join soon.

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I was wondering if this was still going and if I can join?

Also curious if you can list the elements. I don't want to stop on other's toes. I was thinking Light as an element but Plant/wood might be interesting too.

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Is it just me or are posts not appearing in the tabs?

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