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

~ Chapter Four ~

The morning light filtered in through the narrow window, casting strange, fractured shadows across the floor.

Kevon woke with a groan, rolling onto his back and stretching his body out stiffly. His muscles ached, his entire self feeling like it had barely rested as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

From across the room, Jahvi was already up and moving about, a wide grin plastered on his face as he hummed to himself, throwing clothes and books into a bag.

The bright, optimistic energy Jahvi exuded was very different to the heavy atmosphere in the room, and Kevon felt a wave of irritation rise up in his chest. How can someone be so cheerful all the time?

“Morning, Kevon!” Jahvi chirped, flashing him a blinding smile. “Can’t believe it’s already the first day, huh? Ready for classes? I mean, I don’t know about you, but I’m kinda nervous.”

Kevon sat up slowly, casting a quick glance around the room. Mike was nowhere to be seen. He let out a small breath of relief. The last thing he wanted to deal with was more of Mike’s smug threats so early in the morning. The atmosphere even felt lighter without him around.

"Yeah, sure," Kevon muttered in response to Jahvi, his voice rough with sleep. He wasn’t in the mood for chit chat, especially not this early in the day.

Jahvi, undeterred by Kevon’s flat tone, continued chattering as he zipped up his bag. "I checked out our schedules. Looks like we’ve got Mystic Arts first and then Combat Training. Should be fun, right? Learning to use our powers and all that?"

Kevon didn’t respond immediately, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and standing. His ears fluttered briefly as he stretched once more, mind wandering to the day ahead.

Mystic Arts? Combat Training? None of it sounded appealing. It was all just more training to keep him in line, more ways for the academy to mold him into something useful for their twisted world.

"I guess," Kevon finally said, keeping his voice neutral.

Jahvi chuckled nervously. "Man, I guess that you’re not much of a morning person,huh? That’s alright. We’ll wake you up once we're in class."

Kevon shot him a brief glare before grabbing a set of clothes from his trunk and heading toward the small washroom attached to their room. He closed the door behind him with a soft click, grateful for the momentary solitude.

Standing in front of the cracked mirror, Kevon stared at his reflection. His face was drawn, tired, his eyes shadowed with scares of the years of mistrust and pain as he involuntarily transformed.

His wings, though beautiful and delicate, had lost the gleam they once had. They were still impressive—translucent with a faint glow of pale blue—but they felt more like burdens than gifts now.

'Four years.' he reminded himself, gripping the sink tightly and turning back to normal. 'Just survive four years and you’re out of here.'

He splashed cold water on his face, forcing himself to focus. He could not afford to dwell on anything else. In a place like the one he unfortunately found himself in, Kevon knew that he would need all his energy just to keep himself safe.

When he finally stepped out of the washroom, Jahvi was still waiting by the door, his bag slung over his shoulder. That was not something he expected.

"Ready? We should probably head down before the halls get too packed. The academy’s huge, and I don’t want to get lost on the first day."

Kevon nodded silently, grabbing his own bag. They left the room and made their way through the winding corridors, which were already filling with other students making their way to class.