Being the average Mage is good, but in this school you will be beat severely. Why? You just will. Mistory was always behind, in normal classes like math, but also in driving and sword fighting. The guy couldn't keep up. He had to leave his younger brother, like their dad did, but it was to make sure they grew up the way they wanted it to be. They are twins, in a way. The younger brother has always been better at sword play. His fighting is more of range. Lego said "It is good to have ranged attacks, but knowing hand to hand is good too."
When he got accepted to the Magic Department, Mistory jumped. Their tests were not paper, thankfully, but in your skills. One on one combat with another mage. The guy thought nothing of it. But when his test partner started chanting, he knew what was wrong, he have never done magic chanting magic. Man, the first hit was the worst, fire ball to the chest. Then, in his rage, Mistory used what not really anybody uses, lighting. He was used to taking down Lego, his brother, with it because he is a melee fighter. But this is different. Mistory thought he couldn't do magic, he always could, he guess. He just never saw it, Lego said he did see it. But when Mistory aimed at the other guy, he was sent to the far wall. Mistory was astonished. He was trying to make it so he could do it again, but it never came back. He had the urge to defend against others to see what their weakness is, but today was different. Was it the test? New school? Mistory is not sure, just knew he had to burn it. What exactly? Who knows.
The school brought out a healer to take the tester, another guy walks to the field. "You have some power kid. Think of something stronger next-"
Mistory might have been doing what he said but to early? He thought of the wall exploding, and that's what happened. The man walked up to him, stopped a foot in front, and looking Mistory up and down saying, "You kid, you have some potential. Be careful. I am Sir Torlent, I will be your trainer. What is your name and class."
As always, he answered indifferent "I, sir, don't have a class but the name is Mistory"
"How Mistory, do you have no class with that much power?"
"I have just been moved here, sir." Mistory responded.
"And what class where you before being moved?" Sir Torlent asked, spitefully.
"My home room was number 12, sir. Is that what your asking?" Mistory questioned.
"No that was not. Now that we have met, I have to get you in a class and settled. That will take time so, go rest while you still have daylight and free time to use. There will be an evening homeroom class for everyone. You better be back for that." Sir Torlent left with that, leaving Mistory to himself. Mistory turned and left that large, empty stadium, to go rest.
Walking back to his house, Mistory has already been thinking of what things can go wrong with this Magic school. 'If they don't have strong enough barriers up they can be easily destroyed.' He stopped at the park, the park is green as usual, spotted with trees, benches and people, some walking, some running. Everybody was doing something. Mistory found a good spot to rest at, under a tree. With training with his brother, Mistory has gotten stronger at sensing things and reacting faster. He is always noticing things, like how fast a frisbee is going and knowing if it will back track or not, to calculate when and where to catch it.
Mistory always has been known for calculating and knowing things most people are looking for. So being known for this powerful information, people tend to try to take it thinking that they can overpower one kid. Some have tried and all have failed. Even the upperclassmen asks him questions about people and items.
Mistory leans onto a tree, arms at his sides, and his left foot on the tree. He scans the park, not really looking for anything, just there.
"Sir? Sir, is something wrong?"
"Mm?" To his right, a girl, probably about his age, was looking at him with a puzzled look on her face. "No, I'm fine. Does something look wrong?"
"No sir, it just looked like it. Oh, I am Herias Navafed. Nice to meet you."
"Hello Herias, I'm Mistory Matius." He answered. Herias is about 5' 5', light blue eyes, light brown, flowing hair that goes down to the small of her back, and a very cheery smile. "Nice to meet you as well."
Smiling, she responded, "So, what brings you to the park? I normally don't see you here, so. I come here everyday! It's very nice here."
"I came for the more settle part of the town." Mistory answered bluntly. "I also am here to get a mental break, got to go get my class later today. This is just my free time."
"Ahh, so, I guess you won't play a game for Ultimate Frisbee then." Herias said, "Maybe next time you could?"
"Yeah, maybe. See you around, Herias. Have fun."
"I will!" She left to go her friends to say what had happened. Mistory watches her go. About halfway to her friends, pushes off the tree and turns to the school and walks over to it, waiting.
When Mistory arrived, Mr. Torlent, a 6' 7" man with small round glasses, black dress coat, bright white shirt, black pants and shined shoes, comes and meets Mistory at the receptionist desk.
"Hey, Mistory! Mistory! I got your class!" He yelled out.
"Hello, and how. I have not took the class test yet?"
"That man, was this morning! And you are the youngest and strongest! By this, you have skipped the first two years of school! You already have a multi magical skills, your in class B for this school!"
The class system is weird. This lower level school has A, B, C, and D classes. A being highest and D lowest. Once you graduate this school, being Class A for 2 years, you can go to a stronger school, like The Magic Raiding School. You get in there, you are going to be fighting soon. But in that school, it is harder, not trying in the lower school, you will not become fighters.