Chapter 131: The Fire Of Mages
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Two days later…..
In a particular grandiose hall of NIRA, a class was taking place in one of its spacious rooms.
The class was positioned like an elevating spiral. The students surrounded the altar in seats that were arranged on floors. Hence, they could all see the altar which was the personal space of the teacher of the class.
This created the perfect environment for the class being taught.
On the altar was surprisingly a young man dressed in a formal grey and white dress. His grey goatee complimented his dress style as he walked around, making sure his voice reached every ear in the room.
"We have been here before. The circle lines are one of the most important points in–"
Before he could dwell further on the topic of discussion, the door of the room was barged open. The sound of the action attracted everyone in the room.
A young man walked in slowly as he observed the room and everyone in it. He wore a canny smile and quietened his pace in a bid to not draw further expression to himself, but of course, that was not impossible.
The lad was bound to be the target of crowds no matter where he went. His cat-like ears that protruded from his head and heterochromia eyes were like torches of flames in a grim night.
Moreover, after one looked at him, the eventual conclusion that he was a demihuman was the creme of the top, as if his other features weren't attractive enough!
With long silver-white hair that went past his shoulders, the young man took a seat next to a person that didn't reveal looks of fear when he laid eyes on him.
This young man was Reve. Reve Amethyst. And he was present for his first class in NIRA.
With a light disrupting cough, the teacher spoke, "I see our new student has found his way into our midst. Now let's not embarrass ourselves. We have done enough kissing with our eyes."
The teacher glanced at Reve, "Young lad, what do you go by?"
Reve smiled, "Reve. Just Reve."
"Reve of Azea. It is an honor," replied the teacher.
His smile was so bright that it gave Reve tingles.
'Oh damnation, I said Reve not Reve of Azea. It makes me feel like a story character,' sighed Reve, inwardly.
However, he never revealed his thoughts. He had made a decision that he had to play the part of an easygoing demihuman. This was the best way of slayin–breaking the millennial-long prejudice of demihumans.
The teacher continued, "Well then, Reve of Azea. I'm Grand Mage Helias of Arcane Class(I). I suppose you are aware of the class you are in right now."
"Yes, sir," responded Reve.
"Oh, please. Drop the "sir". In here, we are all people in love with the study of the arcane. Frankly speaking, it is nice to see another one among us. The practitioners of Arcanism have been dwindling over the past few years. Enough about that—"
Grand Mage Helias sat on the chair in the altar, "For your very first appearance, I shall grant you the honor of elucidating one of our most notorious topics. Reve of Azea, what are your thoughts on Elementalism?"
Reve was shocked for a second.
Elementalism…..?
It was such a foreign word to him.
"Elementalism…..Elementalis-" as he was about to speak his mind, he decided to start a bit differently.
"Arcadia has had its fair share of glorious moments. However, I dare say that the birth of Elementalism shouldn't be on the list. Elementalism is a cancerous issue to the people of Arcadia. The longer this issue is not dealt with properly, the more irreversible the consequences it brings will be. Elementalism promotes the idleness of mortal men. It should not be this way. The path of magic should not be for all. Our history dictates the deeds of only men that crawled their way up, not men that had bought their way into magic!"
"It is no wonder that the glory of magic has dwindled. The eyes of mortals look at us differently now. We are now defined by unethical things like talent and affinity when we should be defined by our passion. The fiery passion that our pioneers inscribed into us via the wheel of time."
The moment Reve was done speaking, he received a standing ovation from the other students and Grand Mage Helias. They had been moved by his words.
The teacher addressed Reve's speech, "Yes, your view of things aligns with all who are sitted in this class. Perhaps, that is why we make such small numbers. Once again, Thank you, Reve of Azea. It looks like your presence would be quite welcoming."
The young-looking teacher with an obscure age spoke out, "In all honesty, mages, not arcanists, in general, should not lose our fiery passion. That is the only thing we can lean on when things get turbulent. Now, let's continue with the actual topic for this class, magic circles...."
As the class went on with Grand Mage Helias' lecture, Reve scrunched his nose. Something didn't feel right about the class.
He whispered to the student beside him, "Hey there, are we actually studying magic circles for beginner spells?"
The student laughed in response, "Grand Mage Helias has been going on about that since the start of the term, emphasizing on becoming masters of the "fundamentals"."
"Oh, fundamentals, I see," Reve nodded his head.
He didn't "see" anything.
Reve had mastered the fundamentals a long time ago. Heck, now that he was checking, he found out that he was the only third circle Arcanist among the students. They were all Initiates and the few special ones managed to nick themselves an Apprentice title.
Funny enough, the teacher was a grand mage, which was an incredible feat.
'Maybe, I should take things slowly,' wondered Reve.
On second thoughts, he realized he had been rushing his magic practice. In the practice of magic, time was irrelevant. One should never consider it.
Reve had become so used to moving things at full gear that he forgot it shouldn't be like that.
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Two days later…..
In a particular grandiose hall of NIRA, a class was taking place in one of its spacious rooms.
The class was positioned like an elevating spiral. The students surrounded the altar in seats that were arranged on floors. Hence, they could all see the altar which was the personal space of the teacher of the class.
This created the perfect environment for the class being taught.
On the altar was surprisingly a young man dressed in a formal grey and white dress. His grey goatee complimented his dress style as he walked around, making sure his voice reached every ear in the room.
"We have been here before. The circle lines are one of the most important points in–"
Before he could dwell further on the topic of discussion, the door of the room was barged open. The sound of the action attracted everyone in the room.
A young man walked in slowly as he observed the room and everyone in it. He wore a canny smile and quietened his pace in a bid to not draw further expression to himself, but of course, that was not impossible.
The lad was bound to be the target of crowds no matter where he went. His cat-like ears that protruded from his head and heterochromia eyes were like torches of flames in a grim night.
Moreover, after one looked at him, the eventual conclusion that he was a demihuman was the creme of the top, as if his other features weren't attractive enough!
With long silver-white hair that went past his shoulders, the young man took a seat next to a person that didn't reveal looks of fear when he laid eyes on him.
This young man was Reve. Reve Amethyst. And he was present for his first class in NIRA.
With a light disrupting cough, the teacher spoke, "I see our new student has found his way into our midst. Now let's not embarrass ourselves. We have done enough kissing with our eyes."
The teacher glanced at Reve, "Young lad, what do you go by?"
Reve smiled, "Reve. Just Reve."
"Reve of Azea. It is an honor," replied the teacher.
His smile was so bright that it gave Reve tingles.
'Oh damnation, I said Reve not Reve of Azea. It makes me feel like a story character,' sighed Reve, inwardly.
However, he never revealed his thoughts. He had made a decision that he had to play the part of an easygoing demihuman. This was the best way of slayin–breaking the millennial-long prejudice of demihumans.
The teacher continued, "Well then, Reve of Azea. I'm Grand Mage Helias of Arcane Class(I). I suppose you are aware of the class you are in right now."
"Yes, sir," responded Reve.
"Oh, please. Drop the "sir". In here, we are all people in love with the study of the arcane. Frankly speaking, it is nice to see another one among us. The practitioners of Arcanism have been dwindling over the past few years. Enough about that—"
Grand Mage Helias sat on the chair in the altar, "For your very first appearance, I shall grant you the honor of elucidating one of our most notorious topics. Reve of Azea, what are your thoughts on Elementalism?"
Reve was shocked for a second.
Elementalism…..?
It was such a foreign word to him.
"Elementalism…..Elementalis-" as he was about to speak his mind, he decided to start a bit differently.
"Arcadia has had its fair share of glorious moments. However, I dare say that the birth of Elementalism shouldn't be on the list. Elementalism is a cancerous issue to the people of Arcadia. The longer this issue is not dealt with properly, the more irreversible the consequences it brings will be. Elementalism promotes the idleness of mortal men. It should not be this way. The path of magic should not be for all. Our history dictates the deeds of only men that crawled their way up, not men that had bought their way into magic!"
"It is no wonder that the glory of magic has dwindled. The eyes of mortals look at us differently now. We are now defined by unethical things like talent and affinity when we should be defined by our passion. The fiery passion that our pioneers inscribed into us via the wheel of time."
The moment Reve was done speaking, he received a standing ovation from the other students and Grand Mage Helias. They had been moved by his words.
The teacher addressed Reve's speech, "Yes, your view of things aligns with all who are sitted in this class. Perhaps, that is why we make such small numbers. Once again, Thank you, Reve of Azea. It looks like your presence would be quite welcoming."
The young-looking teacher with an obscure age spoke out, "In all honesty, mages, not arcanists, in general, should not lose our fiery passion. That is the only thing we can lean on when things get turbulent. Now, let's continue with the actual topic for this class, magic circles...."
As the class went on with Grand Mage Helias' lecture, Reve scrunched his nose. Something didn't feel right about the class.
He whispered to the student beside him, "Hey there, are we actually studying magic circles for beginner spells?"
The student laughed in response, "Grand Mage Helias has been going on about that since the start of the term, emphasizing on becoming masters of the "fundamentals"."
"Oh, fundamentals, I see," Reve nodded his head.
He didn't "see" anything.
Reve had mastered the fundamentals a long time ago. Heck, now that he was checking, he found out that he was the only third circle Arcanist among the students. They were all Initiates and the few special ones managed to nick themselves an Apprentice title.
Funny enough, the teacher was a grand mage, which was an incredible feat.
'Maybe, I should take things slowly,' wondered Reve.
On second thoughts, he realized he had been rushing his magic practice. In the practice of magic, time was irrelevant. One should never consider it.
Reve had become so used to moving things at full gear that he forgot it shouldn't be like that.
Two days later..In a particular grandiose hall of NIRA, a class was taking place in one of its spacious rooms.The class was positioned like an elevating spiral. The students surrounded the altar in seats that were arranged on floors. Hence, they could all see the altar which was the personal space of the teacher of the class.This created the perfect environment for the class being taught. On the altar was surprisingly a young man dressed in a formal grey and white dress. His grey goatee complimented his dress style as he walked around, making sure his voice reached every ear in the room."We have been here before. The circle lines are one of the most important points in"Before he could dwell further on the topic of discussion, the door of the room was barged open. The sound of the action attracted everyone in the room.A young man walked in slowly as he observed the room and everyone in it. He wore a canny smile and quietened his pace in a bid to not draw further expression to himself, but of course, that was not impossible.The lad was bound to be the target of crowds no matter where he went. His cat-like ears that protruded from his head and heterochromia eyes were like torches of flames in a grim night.Moreover, after one looked at him, the eventual conclusion that he was a demihuman was the creme of the top, as if his other features weren't attractive enough!With long silver-white hair that went past his shoulders, the young man took a seat next to a person that didn't reveal looks of fear when he laid eyes on him.This young man was Reve. Reve Amethyst. And he was present for his first class in NIRA.With a light disrupting cough, the teacher spoke, "I see our new student has found his way into our midst. Now let's not embarrass ourselves. We have done enough kissing with our eyes."The teacher glanced at Reve, "Young lad, what do you go by?"Reve smiled, "Reve. Just Reve.""Reve of Azea. It is an honor," replied the teacher.His smile was so bright that it gave Reve tingles.'Oh damnation, I said Reve not Reve of Azea. It makes me feel like a story character,' sighed Reve, inwardly.However, he never revealed his thoughts. He had made a decision that he had to play the part of an easygoing demihuman. This was the best way of slayinbreaking the millennial-long prejudice of demihumans.The teacher continued, "Well then, Reve of Azea. I'm Grand Mage Helias of Arcane ClassI. I suppose you are aware of the class you are in right now.""Yes, sir," responded Reve."Oh, please. Drop the "sir". In here, we are all people in love with the study of the arcane. Frankly speaking, it is nice to see another one among us. The practitioners of Arcanism have been dwindling over the past few years. Enough about that"Grand Mage Helias sat on the chair in the altar, "For your very first appearance, I shall grant you the honor of elucidating one of our most notorious topics. Reve of Azea, what are your thoughts on Elementalism?"Reve was shocked for a second. Elementalism..?It was such a foreign word to him."Elementalism..Elementalis-" as he was about to speak his mind, he decided to start a bit differently."Arcadia has had its fair share of glorious moments. However, I dare say that the birth of Elementalism shouldn't be on the list. Elementalism is a cancerous issue to the people of Arcadia. The longer this issue is not dealt with properly, the more irreversible the consequences it brings will be. Elementalism promotes the idleness of mortal men. It should not be this way. The path of magic should not be for all. Our history dictates the deeds of only men that crawled their way up, not men that had bought their way into magic!""It is no wonder that the glory of magic has dwindled. The eyes of mortals look at us differently now. We are now defined by unethical things like talent and affinity when we should be defined by our passion. The fiery passion that our pioneers inscribed into us via the wheel of time."The moment Reve was done speaking, he received a standing ovation from the other students and Grand Mage Helias. They had been moved by his words.The teacher addressed Reve's speech, "Yes, your view of things aligns with all who are sitted in this class. Perhaps, that is why we make such small numbers. Once again, Thank you, Reve of Azea. It looks like your presence would be quite welcoming."The young-looking teacher with an obscure age spoke out, "In all honesty, mages, not arcanists, in general, should not lose our fiery passion. That is the only thing we can lean on when things get turbulent. Now, let's continue with the actual topic for this class, magic circles...."As the class went on with Grand Mage Helias' lecture, Reve scrunched his nose. Something didn't feel right about the class.He whispered to the student beside him, "Hey there, are we actually studying magic circles for beginner spells?"The student laughed in response, "Grand Mage Helias has been going on about that since the start of the term, emphasizing on becoming masters of the "fundamentals".""Oh, fundamentals, I see," Reve nodded his head.He didn't "see" anything.Reve had mastered the fundamentals a long time ago. Heck, now that he was checking, he found out that he was the only third circle Arcanist among the students. They were all Initiates and the few special ones managed to nick themselves an Apprentice title.Funny enough, the teacher was a grand mage, which was an incredible feat.'Maybe, I should take things slowly,' wondered Reve.On second thoughts, he realized he had been rushing his magic practice. In the practice of magic, time was irrelevant. One should never consider it.Reve had become so used to moving things at full gear that he forgot it shouldn't be like that.
