MAJICK's [Show Me How To Feel Again] 1

~Chapter One ~

Doubt filled the eyes of Kevon who stared at the gates that led into the gigantic building which would now be his home. The massive, ornate iron structure stood like a symbol of everything wrong with his world—grand, oppressive, and indifferent to the suffering of those it enclosed.

Beyond the gates loomed the Spiritual Academy For Yggdrasil supernaturals or SAYS for short, an institution that, despite its polished facade, was rooted so deeply in corruption and discrimination that it seemed to breathe it.

This would be his home from now on.

He stood frozen at the threshold, the pressure of the moment pressing against his chest. S.A.Y.S was supposed to be a sanctuary for supernatural beings.

A place where they could  grow, learn, and refine their powers and in turn become the best versions of themselves but Kevon knew better.

He had heard the stories. It was just another place where the weak were preyed upon, where those like him were trampled beneath the feet of stronger, more vicious beings. And yet, he had no choice. How could he when a stupid curse loomed over him.

This was the only place where he might actually find some answers to the questions he had—answers that could grant him the freedom he so desperately craved.

The wind stirred his hair slightly, but he barely felt it, his mind clearly still swirling with doubt.

‘Come on, Kevon. You can do this.’ He clenched his fists, repeating the mantra like a lifeline. ‘It's just four years of your life being wasted in a place you don't want to be but you can survive... right?’

The very thought made his gut twist into a knot, but he forced himself to remain still. No one could know how he really felt—how terrified, lost and of place he felt.

‘Don’t show any emotions. Never show emotions. Emotions are dangerous.’ That was how he had survived this long, how he had managed to keep going despite the cruelty and abuse he'd endured.

Kevon closed his eyes for a moment, drawing in a slow, shaky breath. He was no stranger to schools or institutions like this.

They were all the same. Structured around hierarchies and designed to pit one creature against another in a battle for power.

There would be, Alphas and Betas—wolves as well as other shifters who would undoubtedly look down on him the moment they saw his delicate frame and fragile wings. And then there were the Fae—like him, yet nothing like him. The Seelie and Unseelie court politics ran deep within these walls, and as a fairy with a power so rare yet misunderstood, he had no allies.

He was, and always had been, alone. A fact he had very bitterly come to realize.

Suddenly, the gates creaked open slowly, the sound echoing ominously through the courtyard beyond.

Kevon took a tentative step forward, his boots crunching against the gravel path leading toward the grand entrance. Every instinct in his body screamed at him to turn back, to flee from this place and never look back. But he couldn’t. This was his last chance. If he didn’t stay, he would be hunted down—by enemies, by those who had already marked him as a target, or worse, destroyed by his own fear of failure.

As he neared the entrance, the imposing stone structure of the academy loomed overhead. The detailed and beautiful relief carvings along the walls seemed to shift under his gaze, almost as though they were alive—figures of mythical creatures and ancient symbols that glowed faintly with magical energy.

The heavy tension hung in the air as Kevon walked, thick with the imposing presence of years of power struggles and unspeakable secrets.

Just as he reached for the massive double doors, they swung open on their own, revealing a large, shadowy foyer. The scent of old books and ancient magic wafted out, along with the unmistakable hum of spiritual energy—raw and potent, pulsing through the air like a silent heartbeat.

A figure appeared at the threshold, cloaked in the formal black-and-gold robes of the academy. Her eyes, sharp and cold as ice, locked onto Kevon with a calculating gaze. A vampire, no doubt. He could feel the oppressive aura of her centuries-old power seeping into the air around her. She didn't need to speak to showcase her deadly edge.

"Kevon Al'hostrafii, I presume?" Her voice was as smooth as it was condescending. As if he being in her presence was a taint onto her image.

Kevon forced a nod, his throat dry. He refused to let his fear show, keeping his expression as scotic as possible. No matter how much his skin crawled under her gaze, he wouldn't give her the satisfaction of seeing him falter.

"Follow me," she said curtly, turning on her heel and disappearing into the shadows of the foyer.

Kevon hesitated for just a second before stepping inside. The moment he crossed the threshold, it felt as though an invisible barrier had swallowed him whole, the air growing heavier around him.

His ears twitched reflexively, sensing the dense magic embedded in the very stone walls of the academy.

The spiritual energy here was almost suffocating, a constant reminder of the power that surrounded him, power that he had been told was not his to wield freely.

They walked through winding corridors that seemed to stretch on forever, past rooms filled with the low murmurs of students and teachers alike.

Kevon could feel eyes on him—whispers already beginning as he passed by. His heart thudded in his chest, but he kept his head high, his face a mask of indifference.

After all he had mastered the art of invisibility in plain sight. It was his only shield in a world that had always sought to tear him apart.

Finally, they reached a door at the far end of a hallway, carved with circular patterns that glowed faintly.

The vampire opened it without a word, revealing a dimly lit chamber lined with bookshelves and strange, glowing orbs floating in mid-air.

A man sat behind a large desk at the center, his silver hair and piercing blue eyes marking him as someone of high status. His aura was calm, controlled—yet Kevon could sense the sheer force of power that radiated from him. The same aura which was used to curse him.

“Kevon Al'hostrafii,” the man greeted, his voice deep and resonant. “ Delightful of you to join us in S.A.Y.S. ”

Kevon swallowed hard. He had entered the lion's den, and there was no turning back now.
                               

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