“Long ago, before creatures, landscape, or even humans, there was but one force. Magic. The world was filled with magic, levels of which we can’t even comprehend today. Through this magic, the world created a small sprout. One that would grow to be an oak taller and wider than any city we could ever erect. The tree would serve as the source of magical energy, it would grow to create all living beings, and fill them with magic, and intelligence. This tree is known by the name Aaxiper, the only being of pure magic. It is said that the tree rests in a set spot on an island among one of our many oceans; however, the Magi who protect its sacred lands have created dozens of mirages to confuse those who wish to tamper with the tree.”

“BOOOORING!” I called from the back of the classroom. “Stevenson if  you wanna keep our attentio-“

“Mister Stevenson.” Stevenson returned, raising a brow behind his rectangular glasses. 

“Kay’ then mister Stevenson, if you want to keep our attention you’ll have to make this a bit more interesting.” I smirked, placing my hands behind my head, running my fingers through my medium length curly black hair. I kicked my feet up on the desk. 

“Feet down, mister Baker.” Stevenson ordered. I rolled my eyes and dropped my feet to the ground. “Since mister Baker seems to believe he knows more about our world than I do, why don’t I allow him to finish the lesson.” 

“Please, do not do that.” A girl in the front said out loud. Her name was Sabrina Kaine, she was the headmaster's daughter, and she was pretty great at using the dark magic she had. “Some Of us are actually trying to learn.” She said glancing back at me, shooting me an evil glare through her dark green eyes. She held her dark black colored hair in place as she turned her attention back to the front of the room. 

“For the recor-“

“Shut it Baker!” Everyone called in unison. I laughed and shrugged. 

“Alright then, continue mister Stevenson.” I said, sitting forward pretending I was interested. I put on a fake smile and placed my hands beneath my chin. 

“Now then.” Stevenson said, scratching the back of his medium length, light gray hair covered head. “The tree is said to be somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic, although some of our scientists have differing opinions.” A girl to my right raised her hand. “Yes, Lauren.” Stevenson said pointing to her. 

“What do you believe?” She asked. She was usually quite loud but she’d listened throughout this whole, sleep inducing, lesson. She twirled her blonde ponytail in front of her with her finger. 

“I believe, the tree will reveal itself if it wishes to be known. Until then we shouldn’t interfere.” Stevenson explained. 

“Oh for-“ I started “-it’s a tree!” I called, rubbing my dark brown eyes through my eyelids. 

“Mister Baker is there a problem?” Stevenson asked. 

“It’s just a tree! It can’t ‘make itself known’ it doesn’t have a brain or will its just. A. Tree.” I huffed. Sabrina turned to me and rose a brow. 

“It’s actually something that’s been debated for some time now among scientists. Tree’s are in fact ‘living’ technically. Typically trees wouldn’t exactly have a ‘will’ but many scientists have theorized that the Great Oak does have one, due to its immense magic flow.” She said shrugging. I rolled my eyes. 

“Indeed miss Kaine.” Stevenson said. The guy to Sabrina’s right rose his hand. “Yes, Caleb.” Stevenson said pointing to him. Caleb White could be best described as... a jackass... his family had a pretty high social standing so he was practically rich. He normally wore expensive suits to class, which was just ridiculous. His blonde combed over hair always laid perfectly over his head. I hadn’t seen his magic in use before but like many “pure” magi I’m sure it was powerful. 

“I’d like to know more about the Magi who defend the tree.” He said smiling. 

“Well... little contact has been made with them in years, but the infinite magic that flows from the tree, reverses disease, keeps them young, and protects them from a naturally caused death.” Stevenson said. “Many are hundreds of years old, but none look a day over fifty.” 

“And their magic?” Caleb asked. 

“It’s unknown for sure, but probably some form of nature element magic.” Stevenson explained. 

“Hey, mister Stevenson!” The guy to Sabrina’s left called. “You said the tree is larger and wider than any city we could have created? How’s that even possible?” His name was Harry, he was pretty cool. His style was pretty athletic, I knew he was great at sports, but I didn’t know if that translated to magic ability. His shorter length light brown hair was usually hidden by a baseball cap. 

“Yes, Harry the oak is said to surpass the height and width of our own New-York-New-Jersey-Connecticut region, the largest urban area in the world.” Stevenson explained. 

“And how would they even know that?” Harry asked. 

“Scientists have made many journeys out to look for the tree but there seems to be more magic at play. Small invisible portals that surround the islands, even the mirages, these portals have repelled investigators. Anyway scientists have measured the areas they keep missing and these areas seem to be at a minimum, double the size of our New-York-New-Jersey-Connecticut region.” Stevenson explained. 

“Double???” Harry yelled. Stevenson nodded. 

“Alright now I know it’s fake.” I said waving my hand. “There’s no way this tree’s that big. I mean come on...” 

“Mister Baker, I assure you the tree exists. Whether or not it is that size is purely an estimation based on research that I was using only to answer Mister Simmons’ question.” Stevenson said sternly. I rolled my eyes. Stevenson glanced at his watch. “Oh, it’s seems we have exceeded the time of class today.” He took a deep breath. “Tomorrow we will discuss more matters regarding your specific magic. You are free to return to your dorms.” We all stood up. “Except you Mister Baker.” Stevenson said as the others  exited. I huffed and walked over to his desk in the front left corner of the room. He sat down and rearranged his tie. 

“Look Steve-“ Stevenson gave me an angry look. “Mister Stevenson,” I corrected. “Sorry I was calling out today I just don’t think I need the information in this class!” I argued. Stevenson was quiet for a second before turning to his computer, tapping, and turning back to me. 

“I understand.” He said. My eyes widened.

“Sorry, you do?” I asked. Stevenson nodded. 

“You have the best scores of all of your classmates, in both academic and practical exams. Perfect scores in every exam you’ve taken, in fact.” He said. I shrugged, smirking. 

“Yeah well it’s no pro-“

“This doesn’t mean you get to slack off and impede others abilities to learn. I still have your participation grade to enter and if your attitude doesn’t fix soon I can’t promise you’ll pass.” Stevenson muttered. 

“What?? You can’t do that! I’ve been killin’ it in your class, failing me would be-“

“Something I can do with a press of a button.” Stevenson threatened. “I strongly suggest you change your attitude Baker. Go.” He said. I sighed, shouldered my backpack and left the room. My name is Lucas Baker, Best magi on this campus, best looking, and funniest also if you hadn’t already figured that out. I live and go to classes at Kaine University in New York City. I don’t have any family I’m in contact with, my father died when I was young and so my mother drank and drugged herself to death. By the age of ten I was on my own. It wasn’t until I was thirteen when I was taken in by a man named Theadore Kaine... yes the Headmaster. He brought me here to the university he had funded and built himself where I met his daughter, Sabrina and began studying to become a magi. To clear up any confusion, Magi are magic users who use their abilities to help those with weaker magic supplies, or no magic supplies at all. They’re not quite cops, but they help officers do their job often. Think of magi as civilian vigilanties that the cops don’t hate! Anyway this university has a reputation for putting out the most successful magi. Steven Jobs went here a long while back, his electricity magic is something else. One more fun fact about me, I’m sort of a huge magic nerd. Surprising right? But, yeah studying magic has sort of been my life since thirteen so I know aaaall about it. Trust me. By the time Stevenson had let class out and I had exited the building, where the class was held, it was only about one or two in the afternoon. The sun trickled light down through the Brown and orange leaves on the trees that lined the path leading away from the building. I followed it slowly smiling to myself. All things considered, life was good. It wasn’t too hot or too cold it was that spot in fall where it’s the perfect temperature, cold enough to have a jacket if you felt like one but ya didn’t really need one, leaves were all over the ground so you could step on em’ and they’d make that really satisfying crunching noise, and the smell in the air was that earthy, leafy smell with just a tiny hint of apple. The walk to my dorm was a quick one, since I lived in the center of the university which was only a ten or so minute walk from most places I went. I opened the thick wooden door that led into my building and headed up the stairs. About three floors up was my room. I opened it slowly and strode toward my bed, plopping myself face down onto it. There were two beds in the room, one on either side of the room, in between them was a joint night stand. My bed was on the left when you walked through the door. Immediately to the right when you entered the room was the bathroom. Suddenly the door to the bathroom opened.