The new school is huge. Not only compared to my old school in Lerxersyl, but to any other school I have ever seen. The large clock in front of the entrance to the main building is probably bigger than the doors at my house back home. And still it looks small when it is surrounded by those modern, grey-scale coloured buildings. If there was ever any confidence in me when I was on my way here - and there wasn't - it is all gone by now. I flip up my hood over my head to cover my black, new-cut hair and my pale face, turn my gaze down and start to walk down the path towards the doors. When there’s only a few meters left to the entry stairs I relax a bit, relieved by the fact I made it past the yard. It was a big mistake though. Three steps later I bump into someone, and based on the sounds that follows, the result is that everything that once was carried now is lying on the ground.

“Uhm, I'm so, so sorry… I didn't see you… This is all my fault, I'm really sorry…” I mumble while I keep my eyes on the ground and help picking up the books.

“Hey, it's okay, don't worry.” says a voice which clearly belongs to a boy. “I'm Seth, who are you?”

“I'm… Uhm… I'm Rez…”

“ You're new, huh? Need help finding something?”

“Well, yeah… I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing here so… I guess I'm heading for the expedition or something… Have to find out what I'm gonna do today and the rest of my nearest future.”

“Right, though you're heading the wrong direction. Ronia and Tamzil are sitting in the building over there. Best you follow me unless you wanna get lost” he says and starts walking to where he a few seconds earlier had been pointing. Finally, while walking next to him, I get the courage to look up and see what my escorter looks like. His eyes first occur to be black but when looking less briefly I see they're only dark grey with a small tone of deep blue. He has a very sharp angular face with clear contrasts and it seems to have no flaws at all. Under the black hood he's wearing, his black hair sticks out and all these perfect looks reminds me of my ex-boyfriend. And that's good because I still love my ex. The only reason we broke up was because my parents made me move to this boarding school and we figured it wouldn't work too long since I won't even be able to go home in any breaks. Not even the summer breaks!

“So, how do you like thinking about boarding school, huh?” Seth asks.

“It's horrible… I told you, I don't even know what I'm doing here… It's like… My parents wanna throw me away or something. My older brother just moved out and now it's like that just wanna get rid of me…”

“Hey, you're gonna be just fine. One day here and you'll fit in perfectly, I swear, and then you won't regret getting here.”

“As if! Sounds like you’re painting my dreams but dreams don't come true.”

“That depends on which dream it is but yes, mostly they don't. Though you have to believe me, this school is remarkably good in making everyone feel like it's a second home.” While he talks I can't help but notice how perfectly white his teeth are. Almost unnaturally white. Though I don't get time to compliment him for it since we've reached the entrance and we directly enter a room, furnished with one large desk in the middle, two chairs where those who wait can sit and two chairs upon which two ladies sit, working on some papers. One of them have brightly red, wavy hair which is hanging down far past her shoulders. Her eyes, looking extremely focused while writing, are blue as any other person, not deeply blue as Seth’. Still there's something about the colour that's making it special though I can't tell what it is. Her face is covered in freckles that are neither too big nor too small and only serves her already cute face to be even more pretty. She's wearing a blue dress with little white flowers on the right shoulder. Everything about her just seemed to be a photo from a movie scene of a perfect summer day in the park. The woman next to her wears her brown hair strictly hold up in a long braid that's resting on the front side of her left shoulder. Her face is equally sweet as her coworker though she does not have any freckles. Instead she has the most beautiful green eyes I've ever seen and her red lips connect smoothly with her sunkissed skin.

“Excuse me, I'm sorry to interrupt your work…” I say quietly.

Both of them stands up directly and smile warmly at me.

“Don't worry, my darling.” The red haired girl says. “Of course your needs go before ours! What is your problem?”

“Well, I should start here today, but I don't know in which class or… I really don't know anything except today is Thursday and my parents told me to start Thursday…”

“Alright, first, I’m Ronia and this is Tamzil. Could you please tell me your name, honey, and we’ll help you at once.”

“I'm Rez… Rez Tronder.”

“You're Tronder?!” Seth suddenly shouts.

“Uhm, yes… Why?”

“We'll save that one for later… for after you've been placed and know what's going on here… I'll wait outside.”

Before I can ask him any more questions he leaves through the door we just entered through. The women seems very occupied with searching for something among the large piles of paperwork on the desks, so I don’t like the idea of interrupting them. A few minutes later they hand me a bunch of papers and ask me to read through them on my way to the first class which will be in “the Whirzer room”.

“Well, I have no idea where that is…”

“Oh, but Si… I mean, Seth, knows. Just tell him where you’re going and everything will be just fine. Bye bye now darling. Good luck with your first day here.” Tamzil says and waves towards the door. With a sigh I see no other option than to leave, since it seems like I won’t get any answers here. Outside of the door sits Seth on the top step of the stair, looking out over the school yard with his head resting in his hand. In the light from the sun shining down in his black hair, which now is no longer covered by the hood, it’s almost glittering and I really start to wonder how he manages to have such a perfect look. Though I don’t get the chance to compliment him this time either because he notices I’m watching and instantly raises to his feet and begins to walk.

“So which class?”

“Uhm, I guess it says that in any of these papers, though they said I should only ask you to take me to the Whirzer room.”

“Oh, okay, it’s in the main building. Under the ground. Let’s go.”

Quietly I follow him, afraid of asking him anything in case he would get mad or if I would prefer not to know the answer. But, half the way to the middle house he gives me his permission.

“I bet you have a lot of questions now, am I right?”

“Yeah, firstly, is this like, some kind of school that never exists in any other places than in fantasy books?”

“Huh? How did you come to that conclusion?”

“I didn’t… it’s just… everything here kind of feel occult to me. And what kind of school would have some kind of weird name for a class that isn’t a class anywhere else? I felt like it would be something that’s good to know. Though I doubt that I really would be here then…”

“Why is that?”

“I’m not extraordinary in any way. Completely normal. A girl in the crowd.”

“I’m sure you’re not, cause a normal girl wouldn’t find out the secret of this school without asking any other questions or without reading the information papers you just got. And well, yes, you are right, this is like a school in a fantasy book.”

“You’re kidding, right..? Though, it’s not funny. I’m sorry if you thought it was a weird thing to ask.”

“Seriously, this isn’t an ordinary school. Most students here actually do know magic. Real magic.”

“This isn’t happening. Please wake me up, this is a very scary dream.”

“Would you just shut up already Tronder, and let me explain!? Just about everyone here possess some kind of magic powers. That includes you, otherwise you wouldn’t be here. And well, the very reason you are here from the start is to find your powers and be taught to use them properly. However, it’s kind of weird that they wanted you to head straight to class. Usually the first day is off and you can just settle in. Guess they expect you to do great anyways. I don’t blame them though. After all, your Rez Tronder. You probably won’t even need to stay here as long as all others. You’ll do great.”

“Okay, so I, a girl who never have done anything spectacular than actually turning in my homework every time, should go to a magic school and apparently I have quite high expectations by everyone here based on my last name and so they think I already know everything and can jump right into classes..? This is ridiculous!”

“You may think so now, but just wait and you’ll see that you really aren’t the normal girl you consider yourself to be.”

“Hmpf, you’re the expert, I guess. Then I just have three more questions.”

“Wow, just three? That’s quite a few. I had hundreds when I first came here. Well, go on.”

“What’s Whirzer class?”

“Oh, actually, that’s quite just what you need right now. That’s the very class when you discover and develop your magic powers. I promise, you’ll love it.”

“Alright, then. Tamzil, back there, seemed to start saying some other name for you… before she like… remembered that she shouldn’t. What’s about that?”

“Whoa, you really are something for noticing the smallest things, are you? This also has to do with your magic. When you’ve practised some magic, your mind will… uhm… change a bit. That’s not a bad thing though, it just helps you to understand what you’re doing. And then you’ll find a new name inside you. But you won’t forget your old one so if you by any chance would hate your new name - and I doubt you will - then you can just continue using Rez. Oh, yeah, and my second name is Sirtiore. Though I actually prefer Seth, everyone uses Sirtiore.”

“Right, this only gets crazier and crazier… well, the last question… what’s so special about my last name?”

“You mean you don’t know?”

“Uhm… no, as I told you before, I have absolutely no idea why I’m here, I still don’t, so how should I know? It’s not like anyone has told me about this before…”

“That’s kind of strange. I don’t really understand why you haven’t gotten any information…”

“Well, I sure do know why, Mr. Frilyze.” A man suddenly stands smiling in front of us. “And therefore we should not tell anymore about it yet. You can get back to your class now and I take care of Ms. Tronder from here on.”

“Of course, Mr. Hedas. Bye Rez.” Sirtiore says before a bit reluctantly turning away and walking down the corridor ahead of us. Silently I follow the man that apparently is called Mr. Hedas. He quickly shows me to a huge black door and then leaves me there without saying a word. The door seems to be made of wood, but when I knock the surface is smooth like polished metal and the same time soft as if the door was a big pillow stuffed with foam. When it’s opened I stare into a pair of big red eyes and I scream out loud of surprise, though when I take a step backwards I realize the eyes belongs to an very old man who now seems as astonished as I myself felt.

“Oh, I am sorry, it was not my meaning to startle you, young lady.” he says with a soft voice. “Would you like to come in?”

I nod and walk into the classroom. In there, there are about ten other students that all seem to be a few years older than I am. Also I get a bit overwhelmed by the fact that they’re all girls. The girl that stands closest to me has long blond hair that she’s braided in two small braids at the sides of her head and then let loose into perfect curls while the rest of her hair is all free. Her face is completely covered in makeup and still it doesn’t seem to be too much. Well, as everyone else here, it seems like she would fit in perfectly with the most beautiful actresses on Broadway. Almost as soon as I get into the room she raises and greets me.

“Hello there, I’m Marigold, daughter of Rose Blee and Currant Blee. Welcome to our school of Magic. May I ask for your name?”

“Uhm… I’m…”

“Well, well, wait a second now Marigold.” the teacher interrupts. “This young lady is evidently a new student. I am quite sure that she has not yet learned her real name yet, and therefore it may be wise to just ask for her last name, do you not think so?” Marigold nods at him and then both of them turns to me to along with the rest of the class stare at me. “So, what is your last name?” he asks when I don’t say anything.

“This… is weird… and I’m not sure this is a good idea…” I start. “Everyone’ll freak out…”

“Now, now, do not worry child. Everyone in here did the same thing when they came here the first day. Or well, second day in fact.”

“Uhm, yeah, I know, but this is my first day so I don’t know why I’m here already and… I swear everyone here will probably react the same way as Seth, I mean Sirtiore, and I don’t think we need to mention my last name. For now, it’s good enough with Rez… can I sit down somewhere now?”

“Hold on Rez, you spoke to Sirtiore?” Marigold asks with wide eyes. “The school’s most famous and cutest but quiet boy?”

“Uhm yeah, but can I please sit down now? I kinda wanna learn what all this is about. You know, I still don’t have a clue why I’m at this school.”

“Rez…” the teacher says astonished. “You do not know why you are here? Has there not happened anything strange that brought you here?”

“No. Not a single thing. Now please, proceed with your lesson and pretend I’m not here. I don’t want to be in the centre anymore!” I notice an empty desk next to a girl in the back and start walking there before they can ask anymore questions. To get some more privacy I let my black hair hang down in front of my face while trying to concentrate on the teacher rather than the girls staring at me. However, the task is easier said than done as nothing of what the old man says makes any sense at all. He keeps on talking about feeling the pressure in our chests and letting it spread through our body, but I have no idea what that pressure is supposed to be for I don’t feel anything special. Instead I switch focus to my notebooks where I start drawing paintings of any fantasy creature I can come up with. Soon I’m completely lost in my own world where my pictures come to life and I can freely run in the living green forests. While I’m having an interesting conversation with a Soredy named Draweil, a loud crash suddenly wakes me up from my daydreaming. In front of my face stands the old teacher. But now he doesn’t look as kind as he did before. Quite the opposite, he seems to be furious.

“How dare you?” he shouts at me. “Don’t you understand that it could lead to someone dying if you use magic without warning?”