They all say the same thing about this boy. They say he is the best of the best, probably the brightest child Geffen, city of Magic, has ever seen. I want to meet this boy personally. All my colleagues have been his mentor in different subjects already, but I will be his teacher in Ancient Runes, but we would not meet until Thursday.
I have seen the boy. He's tall, red-haired with the yellow eyes of a hawk. I suspected him of not being Geffenese, because his body's too lean to be compared to that of our children. My suspicions were correct.
From what my colleagues said, this boy is from Izlude. Now when this piece of information struck my fancy, I was amazed. An Izludian in Geffenese soil? Now this was something that rarely came our way. Nearly all Izludians turn out to be Swordsmen and Knights, but this one was actually a Magician, and studying special classes with extra subjects.
Days passed. When Thursday loomed near I was excited to meet my students. Especially that red-haired Izludian they call "Nerva". I have been warned by my Wizard colleagues though. This Nerva had actually made 3 Magicians and 2 Wizards quit teaching in the Magic Academy because he pointed out their mistakes. I was shocked.
Ah, but he is just a Magician, newly promoted into the job class. How could he possibly stand against me, a Wizard? We shall see about this student, this defiant Izludian, and I will bet that today he will be the one to go home from classes crying. Heh.
"Good morning class."
"Good morning, Master Deucalion."
I look around and spotted the culprit at once. He was there, sitting at the very back of the classroom. Although the Magician's uniform suited him, he looked strange because of the fact that half of his face was covered with bandages and left arm was actually in a sling. How did he get those injuries? Surely Porings cannot inflict that much... I wonder...
"Okay, young boys and girls, our topic for today would be about the Practical Uses of the Fire Element in Combat. Take out your notebooks, write this down."
I gave a slight wave of my staff and their notes appeared on the board. I sat down and watch the students copy faithfully. And then my gaze stopped at this Nerva, who remained staring at the notes but not copying them. A frown appeared on my face.
"Young man, haven't I told this class to copy the notes?"
He looked at me. He blinked his sharp yellow eyes and spoke what was probably the greatest insult I had taken all my magical life.
"Your lessons are wrong."
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War of Emperium
FanfictionThey said he was crazy, but I never believed them. He was sane as you and me. He was, though, accused of a crime that he never admitted although evidences were strictly against him. Disclaimer: not mine
