Occulus: Tale of the First Blood Witch

Chapter 3

The student hall once again started to be filled up with students coming from different parts of the mystral world. And among them is Trent who just got from the mortal world. The vacation for the student witches is officially over. He looked around the hall; he was familiar with most of the faces there as it was his third year studying there. All of the professors are in front, in a straight line, watching the students arrive. Ivan Kondakov, the Headmaster of Occulus, was among them.

Trent felt someone tap his left shoulder; he turned around to see who it was but found no one. He felt that again and turned around one more time. It was as if someone was playing a trick on him. He immediately knows who it was.

"Zarian," he called. "I know it's you."

He heard a cackle as Zarian appeared beside him and immediately wrapped his arm around his shoulder. "Why so serious?" he teased. "Stop acting like a banshee."

Trent looked at his icy blue eyes and just smiled. Zarian is from an elven race and just like any other elf, he has pale white skin and silver hair. But despite being an elf, his tall height goes noticeable. Being a member of the Covenant of the Forlorn Watchtower, he has the ability to control time and travel into different dimensions. Zarvan is a full-time student in Occulus which means he stays in the academy all the time. On the other hand, Trent stays in the mortal world and goes to a normal university by day, and goes to Occulus by night.

"Shut up," Trent replied as he rolls his eyes and folded his arms. He continued to look around as they wait for more students from different parts of both the Mystral world and the mortal world. Trent and Zarian looked at each other once their noses picked up a fragrant flowery smell.

"Looks like they're here," Zarian whispered, talking about the Covenant of the Mystic Woods. The entrance of the Hall opened followed by flowering vines creeping into the wide room. Indeed, a group of Mages from the covenant entered; mages that can control any kind of flora and fauna. As they walked inside, more vines started to creep on the walls as fragrant flowers starts to bloom.

"They are really a showstopper," Trent commented as he moved away from a vine on the floor.

"Covenant of the Mystic Woods," Ivan called out. "The vines, please."

In an instant, the vines started to retract leaving the magical flowers on the walls and becoming part of the decorations. Adair, one of the members and a friend for the both of them, approached the two.

"I missed you two!" he beamed. His green eyes glimmered as always. "Here." He gave Zarian and Trent seeds. Trent looked at the mysterious seed closely.

"Wow, seeds," he finally said unenthusiastically. "Thank you, Adair."

"That's not just any other seed, Trent," Adair replied, a little bit offended by Trent's sarcasm. "It's a mystical plant that brings fortune when it blooms."

"How long does it take?" Zarian asked, curious about Adair's gift.

"Ten years."

"Oh, just ten years," Zarian uttered as he placed the seed inside his pocket. For beings like Zarian, ten years is just a short fraction of time.

"Anyway, thank you for this," Trent genuinely thanked Adair. "Aunt Sora will be very happy to take care of –"

All of a sudden, the lights in the hall went off. "Silence!" the headmaster shouted as the students clamored by the sudden darkness. The noise slowly turned into whispers when balls and specks of iridescent light started to materialize around the hall. It's as if they were transported into a beautiful night sky.