Arcadia: Amorphous

Chapter 10: Not a Damn Spell

"Good David, yes, I must say your skills for kest craft continue to impress. It's rare enough for a new student to have kestel of this caliber, adding in the fact that this was also your first attempt. Remarkable is the only word for it. Truly you are a man of raw talent." Mr. Osborn said as I returned to my seat.

"Thank you, Professor." It was kind of a hollow thing, having my kestel praised and all. The only true joy in it was the glares of envy and spite coming from Blake. I love how he hated to see me do well, the disgust on his face filled me with a moment glee.

But that moment of pride was always washed away but how far I still had to go. Sure when it came to my actual kestel I've managed to power myself into the top of the class, but when it came to using it, I was as lost as ever.

With the third week of classes coming to an end, lines were starting to emerge in our year. People like Blake, born with a silver kest up there ass, were starting to pull away from the crowd, Donnie was one of them. Born into magic and practicing from a young age, it's not a big surprise they'd be doing so well. These people could cast a good 4 to 6 good reliable spells. Donnie was working on number 6 this morning, and Blake likes to claim he's got 7.

Most of the class fell into two middle categories. Either that had a nice kestel but only 1 or 2 good spells, like Zander. Or they had a nice array of spells but with trouble casting them due to poor kestel quality or control. Shonta collection of crudely cracked kestal kept her he in here.
I was teetering awkwardly above the lowest group. These were the at risks, the slow bloomers, the poor souls with poor kestsmanship and a lack of spells they could cast. As Professor Osborn mentioned to Blake's dismay, my Kest was top notch. The problem was in that I could not cast a damn spell. Not a one.

It wasn't even a problem of reliability or control. I found extra time to study the theory, to focus and meditate, but there was nothing. Not a spark, nor a breeze, or a whimper. I made one of the best kestels in class and it was completely wasted on me.
Have any of you ever had the feeling when you find out your good as something, but it's useless and nobody fucking cares. Like being an amazing speller, but only of words starting with the letter 'z'; or being able to speak any language, but not understanding what your or the other person is saying; Or being really good a soccer. Ok, that last one was uncalled for. Soccer is a fine sport with lots of dedicated fans around the world. Just because I would rather watch 2 fat hairy men give each other bikini waxes than any soccer game, does not give me the right to mock that wonderful wonderful sport. And let's be honest, it's better than field hockey, has anyone actually seen a field hockey game that wasn't on the team, and if so why. If I'm gonna watch hockey there needs to be a slight risk of decapitation via a flying heel kick.

My point being, I'm a guy with a sick ass flying car but no driver's license, or maybe it's the other way around.

"Dude, Osborn loves you. You're like his anyone can make a kest success story." Donnie greeted me as I sat.

"Ya, I'm a rat that can cook. Cool novelty, but novelty doesn't get you very far." I opened my second-period notebook. "What I need is this shit."

"It will come. You just got to give it time, people learn at their own pace, just keep with it." Donnie reassured.

"Or you'll never figure it out, and be stuck as a fledgling until you drop out," Zander added.

"Zander you're not helping." Donnie shot.

Yes, he was.

"David need use to have his back." Donnie continued.

"I have his back, but the reality is most people don't learn magic." Zander fired back. "Million of people are never even considered for Arcadia because of that fact. Most of the people who come here already possess some kind of magical knowledge or ability. It's required just to use the keys to get here."
"But David did. He used his key, and even if most people don't learn magic, anyone can."