Chapter 1: Prolouge

There is a world outside, very similar to ours, except for one thing. One word. Five letters. Magic. This earth got shaped by this gift given to humanity from God a long time ago.

 

Humanity first worshiped magic, then tried to ban it when they got scared of what it could do, and lastly, studied and turned it into one of the main parts of their society. Something that helps everyone by keeping the world running smoothly, healthy, and happy.

 

But as humans go, things don't change much. Wars got waged throughout history, and millions died. New types of magic, rumored to be the craft of Satan, appeared, causing famine and death.

 

And finally, twenty years ago, a massive war broke out between believers of the Forbidden Arts and people who believed in pure magic. After a long bloody fight, and a bit of luck, users of the Forbidden Arts got defeated, their master got killed, and governments around the globe announced they were gone for good. 

 

But today, there is no war, famine, or conquest. Today is a peaceful day.

 

 We are in the middle of autumn. The weather is cold but not too much. A good sweater and a scarf are enough to endure the cold. The sky was clear for the last two days, which is a good sign for most people. Rains may look good, but that lasts until you have to spend time outside.

 

And today is a busy day where many people go to one location. Large, dried leaves in all different variants of orange cover the stone roads leading to a large train station. Many kids across the country wait with their belongings for their rides. Schools of this world teach magic next to other subjects. They are usually built far away from cities, like castles, to protect not only their students but the artifacts and knowledge they hold. And their value increased when those schools acted as bastions of hope during the war against the Forbidden Arts.

 

Most schools are opening their dormitories in a day or two, and students are eager to go back to studying, and there is also this idea. "I should finish carrying my stuff fast as I can." And they are right to a degree. Most large schools are away from the cities, so it is best to finish transportation in one go.

 

Thankfully there are large trains suitable for long travels. Their tickets are cheap, and wagons can comfortably carry many belongings and people.

 

And one just arrived at the station with an ear-piercing whistle. Thanks to the sound, a teenage boy wearing a coat with a school emblem closed the hard leather cover book he was reading, hastily placed it on the large duffle bag hanging on his side, then grabbed two suitcases waiting on his side. People trying to be the first ones to get inside have already created a long line.

 

The boy looked at the horde of people almost chewing each other and shook his head in disappointment. "Train will not leave without taking all of you, and since all of you block the doors from opening, it will take longer for you to get inside. What is this hurry anyways."

 

He moved closer to the human mass but stopped just two steps away from the main event. He doesn't plan on getting mushed by people in that mindless rush.

 

Seconds later, a tall man in a coat and a badge on his chest moved next to him. The tall man looked at the mass with disappointed eyes. "They are like this every year. The train cannot leave without everyone getting in, and not like they will lose seats if they act slowly." He said. 

 

The boy looked at the man. He has a good build and is one head taller than him, but he is a bit old and even has some facial scars. Then his eyes moved to the badge on the chest. It was a badge of the station guards. Their job is to stop a mess like this.

 

"I suppose you already get used to dealing with that."

 

"Want to get in faster." The station guard said with a smile while searching his pockets for something.

 

"That won't change much. I will still go to my designed cabin, put my belongings into my designed space, and if everything goes right train will move at the scheduled time and stop at the scheduled time. Also, I don't mind waiting on foot for a couple of minutes." The boy answered the man.

 

"Still, I prefer someone with half a brain to get in first than these people. Well, your choice in the end." The station guard pulled out a bright green whistle and blew it. Suddenly, most of the crowd stopped moving and began backing up from the gates, and in seconds, they finally formed a line.

 

Boy chuckled. "I suppose that guard is not the only one that got used to this whole mess. Even though people know how things must go but still do the same stupid act until one unnecessary warning echoes in their heads." As the crowd stopped, the train doors opened, and two personnel got out from each. One checked passengers and their belongings with an item for potentially dangerous stuff, while the other checked their tickets.

 

With the final line moving, the young man finally reached the door. Two people, a woman, and a man, each wearing the same red coat on top and black pants on the bottom greeted him with a forced smile.

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The woman moved forward with a short black club with a crystal on top in her hands. "May I."

 

"Of course. Just a second." The boy pulled out the bag hanging on his side and placed it over the suitcases. After that, he pulled out a ticket and ID from his inner coat pocket, then offered it to the man. "And I suppose you need these."

 

The woman nodded to the man with a smug smile and began moving the club around the belongings, then around the boy.

 

"Maximillian Clawsky, am I right." The man asked the boy while holding his ID and train ticket in one hand.

 

"Yes." Boy nodded. "Max Clawsky, age fifteen-"

 

"Okay, no need for all the details. The information on your id matches your tickets, and your name is on the system. Going to school, I suppose, but it appears to be your first time here. Transfer student? Dragonscale rarely accepts those. I wonder your reason, of course not in a means of interrogation, just a man's curiosity."

 

"I got homeschooled for family reasons until this year, and I somehow managed to pass the test for entrance for Dragonscale and said, well, why not give it a shot."

 

"Huh, okay. Something very random, but weirdly not the first time I encountered it. Well, Mister Clawsky, you are free to pass."

 

"Clear, except one thing." The woman turned towards the boy. "Can you open that bag, please?"

 

"Oh, I understand. You probably mean this. I don't think I broke any rules, but." The boy opened his bag, pulled out a rectangular box with decorations, and opened it. Inside the box was an item that resembled a glove. It is a device made of arcane metals and wood pieces. At its core, a gadget for casting spells. But not an ordinary one. Despite its potential, even most professionals avoid it.

 

The man whistled in excitement. "Look at that, an amplifier. I remember seeing something like that when I was a kid. A soldier was using it during the time of war. Now, thinking. Even the most distinguished magicians avoid it like the plague. Why do you have this kiddo? Of course, you can carry it with you, but it draws attention. After all, this is a product of war."

 

"Oh, it is just something from family. Not my main casting tool. Wait, I have my wand with me." The boy began searching his pockets in a panic until he found what he was looking for, a simple-looking oak wand with only a silver ring on the back as decoration. "I bought this for school. You can see it on my ID. I registered it as my main equipment."

 

The man looked at the kid with pitiful eyes. "Something about family and a product of war as a memorial. Please don't talk about it. Don't worry, kid. You still have a long life in front of you, and the time of war is long gone. The wounds of the past may hurt, but the happiness the future will bring can mend those. I talk from personal experience. You can get in now." The man grabbed the suitcases and placed them on the train. "Here you go. Try avoiding trouble."

 

"I try my best." The boy said with a cheerful smile and jumped into the train after reequipping his bag. "Well, that lasted longer than I excepted, but here we go."

 

After a short walk through the nicely decorated corridors of the train, he finally found his room, a cabin for a single person, no394. Max looked at the door for a second. "Well, hopefully, it will be fun." He opened the door and moved inside. The room was a bit empty, except for a small one-person table, one couch mounted on the wall that can turn into a bed if needed, and a single lamp right above the window. 

 

Max put his suitcases towards one end of the small cabin and the bag hanging from his side to the top of them, then sat on the couch and relaxed his body. "Dragonscale, one of the best magical schools in the world. They teach all types of stuff there, so students can find what they want to do, ranging from magical engineering to alchemy. A kid from there can make the next breakthrough in science or can become a large black market potion dealer whose everyone fears its name. Options seem endless. I wonder what I will become."

 

                                         

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