Lucas's POV
The school smelled like chlorine, cheap perfume, and asphalt. But underneath that beneath the lockers, the cafeteria food, the heavy foot traffic Lucas could smell something else.Water. Not the kind people noticed. Not from pipes or fountains. No, this was deep water. Stale, slow-moving, quiet. The kind that waited at the bottom of things. He adjusted the strap of his backpack, eyes scanning the open courtyard. This was the third school in two years. He didn't care enough to keep count anymore. They all bled together after a while new faces, new rules, new lies to memorize. The sun hit his skin like an old memory. Warm. Faint. Familiar. His first day, and already, he could feel eyes on him. Not because he was trying to stand out. He wasn't. But he didn't shrink either. He moved like someone who belonged somewhere. Even if that somewhere wasn't here. His shoes thudded softly against the concrete as he crossed the open path near the front office. He caught a few stares. Some curious. Others fleeting. Nothing hostile. Good. He didn't want to make waves yet. But they'd feel him eventually. They always did. His footsteps slowed for half a second something brushing against the edge of his awareness. It wasn't sight or sound. It was pressure. Like a current tugging at his ribs. Another magic signature. Distant. Familiar. He didn't look for it. He didn't need to. He just breathed in, focused, and let the water in his blood settle. Ever since his transformation, he'd seen things differently. Not just people but rhythm, temperature, flow. Most people walked in messy lines. Hesitant, offbeat. But now… he could sense the ones who moved like him. Smooth. Quiet. Sharp. They were rare. Like hidden springs. Most of them didn't know what they were yet. But he did. Lucas turned his head slightly, feeling the tension in the air shift. Not enough to cause alarm. Just enough to say: I'm here now. He pushed open the door to the main office and stepped inside, cool air hitting his skin. The secretary glanced up, gave him a name tag and a folder with his schedule.
"Welcome to Silverpine High," she said, bored.
Lucas just nodded and took the folder. He didn't need a warm welcome. He wasn't here for friends.
He was here to learn, to be more of what was expected of him, he was here to be Lucas, and that's what he will be.
He thanked the woman as he left the office looking for his class........he had sense a familiar distant magic earlier not like his tribes of his kind it was something more natural like the embodiment of magic itself meaning there is a magic user as well, he just needs to stay off their path.
He walked into a place that seems to be his class and begin to settle down.