DISCARDED: The Ones The World Did Not Need

Seventeen

People who have trouble outputting their magic can be aided by a magic tool called a 'Wand'.
Usually, people who have this problem either have a low magic capacity or a body that is unable to fully house their magic capacity.
Wands are more proficient with projectile type magic but can be used by everyone.

(I found this picture and went, 'this dude totally reminds me of Micah'. I spend hours on pinterest looking for pictures who kinda look like my characters and sometimes I find gems like this.)

The institute of Magical defence looked bigger on the inside. The ceilings were incredibly high.
The high arches dome and colonms through the hallways gave the building an intimidating look.

The building however had never gazed Goliath; maybe because it wasn't as huge for him as it was for everyone else.

Like him,most people in the building wore a white jacket with red trimmings along the collar and helm; however unlike them, Goliath had four gold stars on the shoulders of the jacket.

He stopped in front of the door with the number '4' engraved on it and went in.
The door led to a very spacious room that acted as a lounge for members of the 4th squadron of the IMD.
There was also another door opposite the one Goliath entered that led to the rooms of all the members.

Micah was seated on a desk at the far end of the room, looking through some documents.
His hair which had grazed his shoulders was now barely passed his ears.
Although he still had a slim build, he had bulked up considerably and now had a slight tan.
His eyes however had remained the same; bright and curious.

"Where have you been?" He asked Goliath, looking at him sternly.

"Central Manderin...I got roped into the carriage man gig," he replied sitting in front of Micah's desk with a slump.

"How...I don't even want to know. You're the captain; you should be going through these documents, not me."

"Captain, vice Captain, it's basically the same thing. I met this pretty interesting girl; I took her from Central Manderin; she's to be Miss Aria's magic instructor."

Micah hummed uninterested.

"The weird part is that she doesn't have any magic. How can you be a magic instructor without magic?"

He perked up at this.

"No magic?"

Goliath grinned, satisfied that he had Micah's attention.

"Yup, first time I've seen a person without magic."

"Do you know her name?"

Goliath raised his eyes inquisitively.

"Yeah...uh, Racheal."

Micah stood up abruptly.

"Woah dude, are you alright?"

"Uh...yeah. Goliath, take care of the documents, I have to go."

He didn't say to listen to his Captain's reply before he bolted out of the room.

The past 7 years for Micah has felt like the first 7 years of his life; in that he could finally live.
At first, he lived in the castle where the branch family and their help stayed. Everyone had enough magic capacity to at least withstand being close to him. Aria could barely feel the pressure he emitted.

Aaron personally took over training him, first by increasing his stamina so he would be able to stay in his enhanced form for longer. From there, he started to widen the scope of his enhancement.