~Bethany~"This place is not for someone like you." The Dean's assistant draws me aside to tell me.I had just successfully submitted my Crestbane University scholarship acceptance letter and completed the due registration process before he offered to direct me to my dorm.He waited for a few seconds, and when his statement stirred no reaction from me, he let out a mirthless laugh and threaded a hand through his hair."Forgive me, Miss Metrov. But what I'm trying to say is, you're what we call a Proselyte, a novice. All you can do is make tiny plants grow. You don't have magic in your blood, and you weren't born as one of us."He looks at my face, I can't tell what he's searching for, but I'm certain he didn't find it.What an intolerable man who feels he is superior to me because he was born a Mage."Here in Crestbane," he continues, "We have Nobles who can cast disastrous spells, powerful vampires who can withstand daylight, ice elementals who can-""You talk too much." I groan, cut
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