Kashi had never been this scared before. A slim, black haired boy had just coated everything in ice, and was now threatening to kill her. She trusted the elder when she told her that there was nothing to worry about now that she had passed the test. But now, Kashi was dubious.

The blonde girl, who was so lively when the elder introduced her, was now quiet and still. Petrified, Kashi watched as the flakes of snow began to spiral around the boy’s hand, and slowly form a spear.

“Stop,” a call rang out from the edge of the hallway. Surprised, the boy lowered his spear and whirled towards the voice.

Kashi recognized the tone immediately; but as for the boy, he didn’t. Without a second thought, he hurled his spear at the figure. Gasping as the ice grazed the elder’s right arm, she watched as a stream of flow gushed out of the wound.

“Stop?” mocked the boy as he formed another spear,”You want me, Marco, to stop?”

Laughing, Marco raised another spear. “This time, I won’t miss. Even a hex ranked healer will have trouble curing this.”

The elder remained silent. Then, without a word, she drew up her hand, as golden sparks flew out. That was when Marco made out who the figure was. Realizing his mistake, Marco knelt, one hand across his chest.

“I sincerely apologize for this disturbance. I didn’t know ...”

“Silence,” said the elder, brushing off the apology. The sparks glided across the hall and stopped in front of Marco. The boy winced, anticipating the sparks to burn him. Instead, the sparks began to whirl around him, and with a chiming sound, they began to die out one by one. When a single spark was left, the elder stomped once, and in an instant, she and the spark had switched positions.

Marco, ashamed, stared at the blood dripping from the elder’s arm.

“Elder, I am truly…”

Again, the elder cut him off.

“No need,” she said gently, patting his shoulder,”You have grown stronger, Marco.”

Kashi simply gawked in amazement. She had never seen so much high tier magic performed in her life. Neither had she seen a person so forgiving and with so much patience. Kashi recalled the time she was alone in the streets, where no one cared for each other; everyone was egocentric. When fights broke out, everyone was a bystander. When an old lady was given a piece of bread, the children would pounce on her like famished wolves and gobble up the bread, not leaving a single crumb behind.

Snapping out of her past, Kashi watched as Nélle began to chant. It was more of a hymn, and the melody was aesthetic and soothing. As the elder closed her eyes, Nélle’s hands began to radiate, a vivid green pulsing just like a heartbeat.

Nélle slowly walked towards the elder, still chanting with her eyes closed. As she got nearer, the dripping of blood slowly ceased, while the wound began to close. It was simply a miracle. The skin began to weave itself together, and by the time Nélle touched the elder’s wound, it was just a scar.

When Nélle opened her eyes, the singing halted. The blissful music stopped, and the dreamy, cozy surrounding was no more. It was back to the cold, frozen hall of the academy where Marco had wreaked havoc.

“Thank you, Nélle Zepherys,” smiled the elder, as she rubbed her right arm,”That was nice of you.”

Kashi caught a small light resonating from the elder’s left hand while Nélle’s back was turned. When the elder removed her hand from the arm, Kashi noticed that the scar was gone. She can use healing magic, too Kashi noted.

The elder never told Kashi what magic she, herself, was capable of, and didn’t tell Kashi was she was able to do either. But as long as she didn’t have to roam the streets, Kashi didn’t mind. At the very least, she had a place to call home.

Ranks of Wizards:

Grand Magister(rarest)

Magister

Warlock

Enchanter/Enchantress

Hex

Golden Diviner

Silver Diviner

Diviner

Higher Mage

Mage( most common)