She'd probably never wake up in the morning if it weren't for the bright, aqua-colored sheen of the barrier blinding her eyes.
The witch in charge liked to use the colours of the barrier as a substitute for the sun and moon they once had; dark blue in the night, blinding bright aqua in the day. It was sort of pathetic, but better than just the dull gray sky.
Maeze stayed in her bed, almost falling back asleep when two words popped up in her head. Orientation Day, she thought. Then, 1:00. She took a few minutes to process these two phrases, as she was still half-asleep. Her eyes slowly drifted over to the clock above her door.
"Twelve-thirty," she said, almost dreamily and laughed to herself. Then she snapped back into reality and her eyes opened wide.
"OH MY GOSH! ORIENTATION DAY! ONE-O-CLOCK!"
She leaped out of her bed, grabbing her clothes that she slung across her stand mirror last night. Into the bathroom she went, changing and brushing her teeth. She made it to her kitchen table at a stunning pace, snarfing down her food like it was her last meal.
The witch in charge liked to use the colours of the barrier as a substitute for the sun and moon they once had; dark blue in the night, blinding bright aqua in the day. It was sort of pathetic, but better than just the dull gray sky.
Maeze stayed in her bed, almost falling back asleep when two words popped up in her head. Orientation Day, she thought. Then, 1:00. She took a few minutes to process these two phrases, as she was still half-asleep. Her eyes slowly drifted over to the clock above her door.
"Twelve-thirty," she said, almost dreamily and laughed to herself. Then she snapped back into reality and her eyes opened wide.
"OH MY GOSH! ORIENTATION DAY! ONE-O-CLOCK!"
She leaped out of her bed, grabbing her clothes that she slung across her stand mirror last night. Into the bathroom she went, changing and brushing her teeth. She made it to her kitchen table at a stunning pace, snarfing down her food like it was her last meal.
"Easy there, tiger. We still have fifteen minutes." her mom said.
She took a minute to swallow her food, and she nodded.
Then, her older brother came down.
"I'm surprised you made it to the most prestigous magic academy in the city in the first place," he said.
"With your lack of skill, and your memory of a goldfish, you're not exactly a model student."
She glared at him.
"At least my magic is interesting. You took the boring, nerdy, potion making classes. You just took it as an excuse to do chemistry, nerd."
Their mother sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Both of you, stop. Maeze needs to leave in five minutes. Malcom, do you have anything nice to say before she leaves?"
Malcom looked at his feet and silently pulled a small rectangular envelope out of his pocket.
"I heard that you stay in a dorm for the semester. So I won't see you for a while." He handed Maeze the letter.
"Open it if you ever get lonely. Good luck. I love you."
Maeze smiled and hugged her older brother.
"Thanks Malcom. I love you too."
"I'm surprised you made it to the most prestigous magic academy in the city in the first place," he said.
"With your lack of skill, and your memory of a goldfish, you're not exactly a model student."
She glared at him.
"At least my magic is interesting. You took the boring, nerdy, potion making classes. You just took it as an excuse to do chemistry, nerd."
Their mother sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Both of you, stop. Maeze needs to leave in five minutes. Malcom, do you have anything nice to say before she leaves?"
Malcom looked at his feet and silently pulled a small rectangular envelope out of his pocket.
"I heard that you stay in a dorm for the semester. So I won't see you for a while." He handed Maeze the letter.
"Open it if you ever get lonely. Good luck. I love you."
Maeze smiled and hugged her older brother.
"Thanks Malcom. I love you too."
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Asked the grumpy check-in witch. In her mind, Maeze nicknamed her Mrs. Wartnose.
"Maeze Inez Valencia."
She traced her bony finger down the list, then checked off her name... but not with her hand.
"Nice..." she whispered silently. She spotted the rune circle, or magic circle on the back of her hand. The she saw an identical one on the floating pen that just crossed off her name. It was the first time she'd seen someone use telekinesis so naturally.
Then, two packages floated over and settled in her hands. One was a fairly large package with her uniform in it, and the other was a small plastic bag with an amulet in it. Maeze took out the amulet.
"What's this? A welcoming gift?" She said, half-jokingly.
She gave Maeze a scowl that could cut through glass.
"This is your student ID. Use a rune circle on the back, with your full name in runes."
"Oh." She said, feeling stupid.
First, she used her magic to make a circle with her light emblem- her type of magic- in the center. Then, she wrote her full name in the ancient magic language- runes- around trhe outside of the circle.
Suddenly, a small light screen popped up out of thin air. It was about the size of an actual ID card, with the same information: her name, age, date of birth. But, it also had Lunar Cresent Magic Academy on it, too.
Quickly reading it, she noticed something.
"Why is there a random empty space in the bottom right corner?" There was enough space to enter one more line of important information, like maybe allergies or gender or something.
She gave Maeze another scowl, but much softer this time. Maeze was convinced that her scowl was just a part of her face.
"That will later be discussed in your classes. Now that you have your things, feel free to look at classes or meet teachers... and perhaps friends."
They walked past the check in, and immediately, you could tell why this school was so prestigious. The main lobby was huge, with a large domed ceiling, and smooth quartz pillars that framed beautiful stained glass walls. It looked more like a palace than a school. The first hallway had more classrooms than there was in total at Maeze's old school. She peeked into one of the classrooms, which was a potion classroom. The teacher was demonstrating how many resources there were, and she was not exagerating. There were shelves that covered one massive wall of the classroom, and the shelves were fully stocked. Malcom would love this, she thought. And then she read the classroom sign: Beginners to Potion Making. If beginners had such a big class, who knows what the advanced classes would be like...
"I'm going to go down to the office to see if there are any other additional fees or anything. Meet me back at the front in... about thirty minutes?" Her mother said.
"Oh! Yeah, sure." She responded.
As Maeze walked through the hallways, she found herslef lost. Mostly becuase she kept getting distracted by each and every one of the classrooms.
When she realized her thirty minutes were probably up, she decided to ask one of the teachers for direction, hoping that they would be nicer than the check-in witch at the front.
She read a sign that said: Development Light Classes. For some strange reason, she thought that a teacher that taught her magic type would be nice.
Carefully, Maeze opened the door. Immediately, she was struck with awe. It was a large lecture hall, and it was a beautiful picturesque scene as soft beams of light poured through the windows. But that wasn't the most beautiful thing about the room.
At a small wooden desk at the front of the empty room, a young teacher was writing in a notebook. She seemed young, although you could never tell with all the different races, and she was very pretty. Big eyes, soft, dark, silky hair laid across her shoulders. She wondered why the class was empty.
"Hello?" the teacher looked up, hearing Maeze's footsteps.
"Can I help you?" she asked nicely, with a smile on her face.
"Oh, yeah... I got lost and I'm supposed to meet my mother at the front. But before that, could I ask you something?"
She blinked twice, and got up from her seat. then she walked over to Maeze.
"Yes?"
She traced her bony finger down the list, then checked off her name... but not with her hand.
"Nice..." she whispered silently. She spotted the rune circle, or magic circle on the back of her hand. The she saw an identical one on the floating pen that just crossed off her name. It was the first time she'd seen someone use telekinesis so naturally.
Then, two packages floated over and settled in her hands. One was a fairly large package with her uniform in it, and the other was a small plastic bag with an amulet in it. Maeze took out the amulet.
"What's this? A welcoming gift?" She said, half-jokingly.
She gave Maeze a scowl that could cut through glass.
"This is your student ID. Use a rune circle on the back, with your full name in runes."
"Oh." She said, feeling stupid.
First, she used her magic to make a circle with her light emblem- her type of magic- in the center. Then, she wrote her full name in the ancient magic language- runes- around trhe outside of the circle.
Suddenly, a small light screen popped up out of thin air. It was about the size of an actual ID card, with the same information: her name, age, date of birth. But, it also had Lunar Cresent Magic Academy on it, too.
Quickly reading it, she noticed something.
"Why is there a random empty space in the bottom right corner?" There was enough space to enter one more line of important information, like maybe allergies or gender or something.
She gave Maeze another scowl, but much softer this time. Maeze was convinced that her scowl was just a part of her face.
"That will later be discussed in your classes. Now that you have your things, feel free to look at classes or meet teachers... and perhaps friends."
They walked past the check in, and immediately, you could tell why this school was so prestigious. The main lobby was huge, with a large domed ceiling, and smooth quartz pillars that framed beautiful stained glass walls. It looked more like a palace than a school. The first hallway had more classrooms than there was in total at Maeze's old school. She peeked into one of the classrooms, which was a potion classroom. The teacher was demonstrating how many resources there were, and she was not exagerating. There were shelves that covered one massive wall of the classroom, and the shelves were fully stocked. Malcom would love this, she thought. And then she read the classroom sign: Beginners to Potion Making. If beginners had such a big class, who knows what the advanced classes would be like...
"I'm going to go down to the office to see if there are any other additional fees or anything. Meet me back at the front in... about thirty minutes?" Her mother said.
"Oh! Yeah, sure." She responded.
As Maeze walked through the hallways, she found herslef lost. Mostly becuase she kept getting distracted by each and every one of the classrooms.
When she realized her thirty minutes were probably up, she decided to ask one of the teachers for direction, hoping that they would be nicer than the check-in witch at the front.
She read a sign that said: Development Light Classes. For some strange reason, she thought that a teacher that taught her magic type would be nice.
Carefully, Maeze opened the door. Immediately, she was struck with awe. It was a large lecture hall, and it was a beautiful picturesque scene as soft beams of light poured through the windows. But that wasn't the most beautiful thing about the room.
At a small wooden desk at the front of the empty room, a young teacher was writing in a notebook. She seemed young, although you could never tell with all the different races, and she was very pretty. Big eyes, soft, dark, silky hair laid across her shoulders. She wondered why the class was empty.
"Hello?" the teacher looked up, hearing Maeze's footsteps.
"Can I help you?" she asked nicely, with a smile on her face.
"Oh, yeah... I got lost and I'm supposed to meet my mother at the front. But before that, could I ask you something?"
She blinked twice, and got up from her seat. then she walked over to Maeze.
"Yes?"
Maeze asked, "Why is this classroom empty?"
The teacher let out a soft laugh, but not in a mocking way.
"I don't know for sure why people don't come, but I think I have and idea why."
She looked around her classroom with sad eyes and a soft smile.
"The amount of people taking classes for light magic shrink every year. Because of the difficulty, people don't find it worth to learn anymore, I suppose. I doubt we'll even have a full class this year..."
Maeze was surprised. She thought at a prestigious school like this, it was no trouble to find people of any magic type.
"Well, you don't have to worry! I'm a light user. I promise to become very popular and attract many people to this class."
The teacher smiled.
"What's your name?"
"Maeze. And yours?"
"You can call me Mrs. Ren. Now, we should get going, because you ended up in the room that's on the other side of the school."
The teacher let out a soft laugh, but not in a mocking way.
"I don't know for sure why people don't come, but I think I have and idea why."
She looked around her classroom with sad eyes and a soft smile.
"The amount of people taking classes for light magic shrink every year. Because of the difficulty, people don't find it worth to learn anymore, I suppose. I doubt we'll even have a full class this year..."
Maeze was surprised. She thought at a prestigious school like this, it was no trouble to find people of any magic type.
"Well, you don't have to worry! I'm a light user. I promise to become very popular and attract many people to this class."
The teacher smiled.
"What's your name?"
"Maeze. And yours?"
"You can call me Mrs. Ren. Now, we should get going, because you ended up in the room that's on the other side of the school."
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