Still me, who were you expecting, a hot blond in yoga pants. Actually that sounds ok, damn I need to learn magic fast. Anyway, we just time skipped to my first class, a real exciting topic called 'homeroom'. Bet they'll teach us how to slay dragons and shit. Fuck, are dragons real? That would be dope!
I sincerely apologize for using the word 'dope' just now, and I half-heartedly apologize for the hot blond comment, I didn't mean it, I prefer brunettes. Anyway the teacher is here, so I should probably at least pretend I'm paying attention, and not wondering if I'm ever going to get a shot a riding a dragon.
"Greeting class, my name is Professor Isaac Aloysius Osborn the Second." The guy bowed to the class, tipping his top hat. Yes, he had a fucking top hat. All he was missing was a handlebar mustache and he would be the 1800's posterchild from manliness. "I am Arcadia's master smith, teacher of 'Kest Craft', 'Kestology', and 'Advanced Kest Optimization'. In addition to that, it is my turn to teach a fledgling homeroom class. Lucky you. Though you're not lucky because I'm an amazing teacher, no..."
Seriously, like, just search the word manliness online, and you will see his face, just everywhere. I cannot stress the ridiculousness of this enough. $10 says he's gonna hold the door for me, then build a barn, all while smoking a pipe and riding moose bareback.
"...You are all lucky because part of fledgling graduation is creating a powerful kest or kestal, and I'm not going to let you rest until each and every one of you have accomplished this. You!" He pointed to a random student. "Join me up here, boy." The kid walked up to the front of the room. "Let me see what you have for a kest."
The boy pulled a hand-sized crystal out of his pocket and handed it to the teacher, who inspected it for a few moments before placing it on the table.
"What is your name, lad?"
"Ronald, sir," the kid answered nervously.
"Well Ronald, would you hold my hat." Professor Osborn handed Ron his hat. He seemed to struggle with its weight. Osborn then placed the crystal on his desk, before.
(SMASH) he slammed his forehead onto the table. I think damn near everyone in the room collectively crapped their pants.
"Thank you, my good sir." Osborn took his hat back from the now frozen Ron, who just stood there staring blankly at the crushed shards on the table. "This was a good first attempt, but this quality of kest will never get you to the rank of caster. Now then," He pulled a hanky from inside his hat, and wiped a few gem shards from his head. "who is next?"
No one move, except Ron who kind of slumped back to his seat. I don't blame them, I'd like to think if I had a kest to show, I'd go up there right now, but truth be told, I'm not sure.
"Well no bother. It matters little that young Ronald is the only lad brave enough to test his metal. I'm a tad bit disappointed, but it can't be helped. The formation of a kestal is an act of one's mind, body, and soul. Seeing one's own get smashed is a bit like seeing harm befall your child." He rested, hat on the desk dropped the handkerchief in and pulled out a hammer in its place. "I am sorry Ronald, and I am sorry to the rest of you as well, for I must now ask each of you to line up, and have your kestals tested."
Again no one moves at first, but slowly people started to line up. One by one, they presented their kest to Osborn, he would examine them, place them on the table and bring down the hammer. Most of them shattered, a few just cracked, till this one smug fucker.
"Name, kestal?" Osborn asked.
"Blake sir, Blake Smith. You'll remember it."
"And why is that?" Oz asked again.
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Arcadia: Amorphous
FantasyYoung students find themselves at a school hidden in time, where they must learn and grow to become the next generation of protectors of the mortal world.
