Surviving As A Mage In A Magic Academy Novels & Stories

At the moment, the city had only year-long resources at hand. Ordinary citizens had no means of fighting mutated beasts. Some might be able to gather some, but not so many that it could satisfy the consumers' heavy demands. Moreover, ordinary citizens could only gather enough for themselves. Thus, right now, not only us, the elders but also the academy committees decided for you to undergo more serious training. Magic Academies are also the training grounds of future militaries, professionals, association magicians, and heroes. But these past few years, the Middle Region Magic Academy's' previous results could only be described as bad.

Or, rather, that Tom saved me, but didn’t save himself. Darius sympathized with me, while I pretended to grieve, wiping my crocodile tears. Nobody suspected me, by the way. First, I had displayed to everybody my powers as a fire mage, which meant that I couldn’t be a necromancer. Second, I would have never put myself under fire. They were wrong about magic, though. There were mages with several types of magic, even if they appeared exceedingly rarely, like once in five or six hundred years. And there was no guarantee that they would live long, as each gift was bound to manifest itself eventually.

They used me, so what? I also lost someone beloved. I know how it feels. I am tired. I cannot cope up with this life. Magic sounds good but it isn’t. It does not only revolve around the easiness of protecting oneself or about thinking of being at a higher rank. It includes so much more. Enemies, danger, misunderstandings, tireless efforts of training and hard decisions. Anyways, wish me a luck Diary. Good night. With that, I placed it in the safer and laid down on the bed. Today was a very long day.

I was a prodigy. At a young age, I joined the Ministry of Magic and it comprised of seven strong mages that time. But three of those mages died when the second wave of demons annihilated Celestia again. That was time we decided to evacuate from our homeland. Together with Archmaster Leonard, Mother Arianna and Archmistress Demia, we founded Caelum Academy in a flying island then we escaped from Celestia and sailed through galaxies. We joined forces and combined our strongest defensive spell to protect all the refugees in the Academy. We put seven layers of thick barriers in the surroundings of this whole flying island.

I am foolish and a fucked-up pushover! I sit up as I feel my blood boil in anger but I groan as pain registers in my battered body. I doubt my body will still allow me to use my magic at its best. I doubt Sacrarium will still accept a depleted mage who has fallen from grace! My magic activates, and the wind around me rises. I cough as dust rises around me. The door to the room opens, and a muscular, handsome man comes in.

They formed alliances and collaborations, sharing knowledge and resources to uplift one another, fostering a sense of unity that transcended realm boundaries. In the heart of these realms, magical academies flourished, nurturing young wizards and witches in the symphony's melodies of magic. The teachings emphasized the responsible use of magic, the importance of empathy, and the understanding that magic was a gift to be wielded for the betterment of all. Students were encouraged to explore the unique melodies of their magical abilities, channeling them to create harmony and balance in the realms.

"But trust me, the training mages undergo isn't a walk in the park, either. When you start, you'll understand." "Learning to wield the elements, though challenging, pales in comparison to mastering spell casting. It's not merely about memorizing incantations or hand movements; it's a trial that encompasses mind, body, and soul. The mental strain is staggering, requiring intense focus. "One wrong incantation or gesture can lead to catastrophic consequences. The physical demands are equally daunting, draining even seasoned mages. Communing with magic opens one to incomprehensible powers and ethereal realms, a perilous journey."

“That does not sound like a problem.” ​A faint, almost unreadable smile touched his expression. “Value attracts attention,” he said. “From those who want to protect it. And from those who want to own it.” ​A chill moved through me despite the fading warmth of the day. “The Academy?” I asked. ​“The Academy trains mages,” Kaelen said. “But the Crown decides what they become.” The implication settled heavily between us. ​“So if they discover what I am…” I began.

My best friend, Emily Waters, was a born social butterfly. After my childhood friend, Lucas Mercer, got to know her, he no longer wanted to practice magic with me. He thought I was dull and awkward, always a beat behind in everything. Whenever the three of us ate together, the two of them would run off to play skyball and tell me to find them at the field when I was done. At diving practice, I couldn't keep up with them. Halfway through, my spell failed, and I almost drowned. Only when I called for help did I realize they'd already made it back to shore. Finally, there was the day we filled out our academy applications together. I was still going through the list when Lucas spoke up. "You're

Before I could stop myself, I raised my hand. The professor looked at me. “Yes. You.” “Because survival magic isn’t about perfection,” I said calmly. “It’s about necessity. When someone grows up in danger, their magic responds faster. It doesn’t wait to be refined. It reacts to keep them alive.” The room went quiet. The professor nodded slowly. “Good. And why does that magic often appear unstable to outsiders?” “Because it isn’t polished,” I continued. “It’s shaped by instinct and environment, not rules. People mistake raw power for chaos.”