Magicians Of Terra Majica: The Emblem Keeper

Chapter 1: Poly Talentus Academy

Walking on the marble steps, a teenager looked around in awe as he saw the gigantic brick castle that was to be his home for an entirity of ten months. Gripping his backpack tightly, he felt refreshed yet nervous. This was his first time in a school meant for rich kids after all. The famed school of magic, Poly Talentus Academy. The school meant for the talented and the wise, the gifted and the intelligent, for the strong and the brave.

"Nervous?" an older man asked him, he looked at his side and saw that the man was actually the person that came to their house a few weeks back and gave him the admission form and the invitation that he would be studying here.

"To be honest Wilfred, I am. This school is for the rich, not for peasants like me," he said, still amazed that he was able to study at the prestigious academy. The man known as Wilfred smiled at him.

"Then don't be. And as for you saying that you don't belong here cause you ain't rich is just bull. Everyone deserves a chance to learn, may you be rich or poor, young or not. Besides, you promised Cedric that you would be the best fighter in the world you know, better make it true," Wilfred advised him. The young man smiled at him gratefully, thankful that he met a friend he could trust while studying here for ten months.

Taking the advise to heart, he calmed himself down before walking a bit more confidently on the fancy walkway towards the school's grand entrance.

The double doors looked impossibly big. It was as big as their house back at the village alone! And it's made of pure dark oak. Opening the doors, he saw hundreds of students looking all shiny and fancy with their rich designer clothes and leather shoes that were most possibly made from bear hide. Well don't I feel left out

"Don't mind them, if anything, some of them are just spoiled brats of rich families. You'll be fine man," Wilfred's words made me ease some of my tension. He himself looks like a model wearing a white polo shirt with the first two buttons unclasped, allowing a bit of his chiseled collarbones to peek. Wilfred's brown hair is styled to the side with some of it falling on his forehead and his black leather pants made him look like a teacher, a hot one.

After hearing him say those words I most probably think he's right.

"You might wanna tone it down though, cause I don't think I'll have friends if ever they find out about what you just generalized their caste," he joked, seeing that some of the rich kids were already looking at him as some sort of joke.

"Oh screw that, at least you can identify which ones to befriend and which ones to avoid. It's a plus if your friends with your roommate though so better be friendly," Wilfred reminded me. To this day Hadrian never thought he'll be accepted in such a school and actually study at Poly. Roommate?!

With the brown haired man leading the way, the other students looked very much offended seeing a peasant in their ranks. Hadrian wore decently but compared to the spoiled brats, as Wilfred uses to call them, he was pretty much trash. Well, the boys do. The girls on the other hand looked flattered that a charmer was going to their schoolmate, regardless of age. (I cRINGE)

Golden chandeliers with literal diamonds were the sources of light and with the delicately, well-detailed paintings found on the cream-colored walls, Hadrian found it a bit overwhelming. Do I really belong here?

He felt a warm comforting hand on his shoulders. Hadrian looked up to see that Wilfred was giving him a smile before ruffling his hair. Hadrian gave the man a mean look; he wanted to look presentable, not like a brat but had doubts the man cared about it.

"You'll be fine, just do your best," he assured Hadrian again before removing his hand and tossing him a key. Hadrian's fast reflexes made it easy for him to catch the item thrown with no effort.