The Witch of Calamity

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Yuslan Royal Magic Academy, the most prestigious school on the continent for learning the magical arts. It was an academy with a rich history dating back to the founding of the Yuslan Kingdom and attributed to the education of many famous icons in the magical world from all kinds of casting backgrounds. Many came from far and wide, even going so far as to cross the ocean, just to attend the Royal Magic Academy. Yet out of the thousands of applicants every year only around a hundred are selected to enter. It was a school that took the best, trained the best, and created the best magic casters. Anybody would be jumping for joy at the prospect of attending such a place. However that was currently not the case.

Cecilia Rosenthal stood before the gates of the Royal Magic Academy with a solem expression. In truth Cecil would have been quite happy to attend such an amazing place to futher her study of the magical arts with how appealing it was on paper. Students were provided private dorms seperated by year and gender; both private and public bathing quaters with the public ones having a sauna; a cafeteria that served high quality meals nearly all around the clock with a variety of options; and lastly access to various tomes and texts that were difficult to find elsewhere. The perfect place for a young aspiring witch to further their studies however, her master had expressly forrbidden Cecil from using any type of magic she had an affinity for. The reasoning being that her master wanted her to work on overcoming her weaknesses to be more well rounded as a witch. Cecil was unable to go behind her master's back either both out of respect and the fact that she was wearing an enchanted necklace. Said necklace acted as a normal communication tool that used magic to contact people over large distances but her master had modified it so that if Cecil used any type of magic she had an affinity for it would let her master know. Her master's wrath was certainly not something Cecil wanted to face.

"New students please make your way over to the training grounds for the placement assessment!"

As Cecil was making her way towards the man standing on top of a wodden box to ask where the training grounds were she failed to notice another student beside her and accidentally ran into them. A normal occurrence in a crowded place that could be easily resolved with a simple apology yet the other student who had fallen onto their rear had other ideas.

"Oh I'm sorry I wasn't paying attention," Cecil extended a hand to help the male student who she ran into but her hand was slapped away with a snarl.

"How dare you push me over! Do you have any idea who I am? I could have you imprisoned for this!" The male student rose to his feet and shouted with venom. His face was red with rage and his features could best be described as a humanoid pig. No perhaps humanoid pig was the wrong description for the young man whose pudgy and sweaty flesh could barely be contained by his own clothes. Since it would be an insult to any vaguely shaped humanoid pig it was much more apt to describe the young man as an deformed orc with pig like features.

"A monster?" Cecil regretted voicing her thoughts once she saw the young man's tomato colored face contort in unbridled rage. It took nearly everything she had to keep from gagging at the mere sight of him as she was subtly casting wind magic around herself just to breathe without inhaling the male student's foul stench. She knew the situation would only worsen once she heard the snickers and whispers of the surrounding students.

The young man could no longer contain himself and began to shout with his voice ironically beginning to sound like a shrill squeal, "How dare you insult me! I am Adam Burenhorn, heir to the Burenhorn Catalyst Production Company! I am the image of wealth and power that all strive to be!"

Cecil had no words as she tried to process whether or not Adam truly believed the words that he had spoken however, the malicious shine in his eyes told her that he really did feel confident in what he had said. Adam, however, took her silence as a sign of her awe and fear and continued his rant with more vigor.