Surviving As A Mage In A Magic Academy 소설 & 이야기

"Truth or dare, new girl." She hated me because she was a witch and I was a magi. She practised dark magic and I practised elemental magic, well a version of it. I hadn't mastered any of the elements yet which was why I was a magi. You are promoted to mage only when you master an element and to grand magus when you master them all. There was a school for that, I vaguely remember from when my mother had told me.

TWO DAYS passed and Alesteria's name is still creating a huge buzz in the academy. In a manner of a day, what happened in the training ground was spread far and wide within the academy as other departments also heard about it. In the academy, there is three department in total. The first one is the Magic department, where nobles and commoners alike who have innate mana in them belong to this department. There is a lot of nobles than the commoners, but nonetheless, they are enrolled in this department if they show the slightest amount of mana.

He explained to her that when a mage reached his maximum level, which was his case, and if he was level 5 and above, after having mastered the basics of all his flames, he had to leave the Academy because his apprenticeship was over. But he had decided to stay and work for the Academy, he was fed, housed and paid to examine the belongings of all the students, and he continued to enjoy the same benefits as they did, he had a quantity of level 5 magic herbs per week and he had access to the meditation rooms, the combat simulators, the library and the forest, he was really happy that he was able to stay here and he even gave her his contact in case she needed advice.

That was why for a Mage was something used to measure their Mana control capacity. On the Petunia Continent, the Magic Academy was a school that everyone could enter—who could pay the fees, or who received special scholarships. However, to enter the Magic Academy, the most important requirement was that one had to have formed an or had become a <1st Circled> Mage. Only after they were accepted into the Magic Academy did they get certified as a <1st Class> Mage. From year to year, a Mage would develop and climb their ranks.

She opened it and was shocked to see two old women in an ancient apparel. "Sharon we got some grand mummies here." Maggie said. One of the women snapped her finger and a force threw Maggie away causing her to crash on the table scattering it to pieces. "What do i have with you women?" Maggie said staggering to her feet. The other woman clinched her fist and Maggie couldn't breath as she felt an invisible hand choking her. She Dropped to her knees coughing out blood. "Respect the elders of magic." One of the woman said.

Granted it's not always like that, especially when after 2 years of struggling on that gods forsaken planet I grew up on I had to go back to Magicia and went back to find old friends no longer working together and being there for each other, people living in fear of what lurks in the shadows. I vowed to rectify these wrongs by any means necessary, even if it means some casualties would occur. It's a risk I'm willing to take, I just hope I'm not too late in the game to heal these fractured rifts within the planet's lands and its people. The magic of this land is way more unstable than it ever was in the past, so much so that the land itself is either too alive, too desolate, or abandoned by t

he said. Her body visibly relaxed at the words. I found myself releasing a breath. I couldn't explain my relief regarding the judgement, but I didn't think much of it. “But since you've displayed your tremendous power, you're not going to be allowed to leave our lands. Instead, you would be sent to Azehar Academy, where you will learn to wield your magic to save more dragons.” he paused, a smirk tilted on his lips as he stared directly at me. I clenched my fist tightly at my back and tried to keep my face void of emotions. When I asked her to train, I meant in the royal infirmary with the physicians and other healers, my father knew I didn't mean Azehar.

she screamed, denying everything. The sorcerer looked up, revealing yellowed teeth and a cold smile. "Luna Alayna, you really have a poor memory. When you paid me a fortune for the surrogate pregnancy curse, you certainly didn't say that." The room fell into stunned silence. The surrogate pregnancy curse was forbidden magic in the werewolf packs. Anyone caught using it would be exiled for life. Veins bulging on his forehead, Misael kicked the sorcerer violently. "You're lying! I don't know you! Sienna must have paid you to frame us!"

[Shahira's Pov – Three Months After the Hearing] The magical academy opened on a crisp autumn morning, with twelve students gathered in what had once been a storage building. Celeste stood at the front of the converted classroom, radiating enthusiasm despite her nerves. Behind her, diagrams of magical theory covered the walls—symbols, patterns, flow charts showing how different types of magic interacted. "Welcome," she said to the assembled wolves, "to the first day of what we're calling the Freedomborn Academy of Integrated Magic. Or FAIM for short, though I admit the acronym needs work."

My heart raced like I’d just run a mile by the time I pushed myself into class. The room was large and well-lit, with massive stacks of old books exhaling magic. Sigils on the walls glowed softly, wards humming with inner power. As with every moist moss-covered room within the academy, it throbbed with power—alive, stable, observant. And at last, I was certain I was not dreaming. I could feel it. Magic, pure and impenetrable, like a wave on my skin. I fell into a middle row seat, clutching my notebook for life. If only I listened in school, if only I studied more, maybe I could repair this.