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Echoes of Arcane Beginnings I


Wednesday, 23 November 1789, 8:01 am

Country: Eldoria

Location: Helios Academy, Loid’s room


I groggily slammed the alarm clock as I woke up.

“It seems I woke up late…” I muttered to myself.

I hurriedly made my way towards the bathroom and took a shower, feeling less surprised that this world even had showers. As I was bathing, I heard a loud knock on the door.


“Loid, are you ready yet? We’re running late, so hurry up!” Angela’s voice echoed through the door.

“Or do you want me to break in again?” she playfully teased.

“Damn,” I muttered under my breath.

“Just a minute, I’m coming!” I shouted back, quickly rinsing off and making my way to the closet to get dressed.

While I was dressing, I noticed Angela staring at me with wide eyes and a flushed face.

“Couldn’t you wait for a minute?” I asked, slightly annoyed.

“W-Well, you didn’t respond, so…” she stammered.

“Break in again?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well… whatever. Can you turn around? I’m going to change, or do you want to stare at me again?” I replied sarcastically.

“In your dreams, humph!” she retorted.

“Well, your loss,” I said, shrugging it off.

I finally changed into a clean, white academy uniform with a military jacket on top. The jacket bore a ‘III’ symbol, indicating that I was a third-year student.

“So, are you ready?” Angela asked.

“Wait, but where are we going?” I inquired.

“Of course, to your class,” she replied as if it were obvious.

“Hold on, this is the first time I’m hearing about this,” I said.

“Well, didn’t I tell you to read the academy’s brochure?” She motioned towards a pile of books.

“Don’t tell me… you forgot?” she asked with a hint of frustration.

“W-Well, I got distracted,” I sheepishly admitted.

“You,” she sighed, shaking her head. “We have no time anyways. Do you know which class you’re in?”

I shrugged my shoulders, indicating that I didn’t know.

“Well, we transferred you to Professor Angelica’s class,” Angela informed me.

“Who’s ‘we’?” I asked, confused.

“You already know, and you’re still asking? Hm?” she said, tilting her head and giving me a dangerous look.

I felt a cold sweat forming on my forehead.

“I-It’s alright,” I stammered, raising my hands in surrender.

“Good,” Angela grinned, satisfied with my response.

She led the way towards Angelica’s class, and along the way, I noticed many students heading in the same direction. Among them were Elves, distinguished by their pointed ears and exceptional beauty. Not only the girls, but the males were handsome as well.

“Here we are. I’m going to my class, but take this,” Angela said, handing me a copy and a pen.

“Wait a second, what subject am I going to learn?” I asked, realizing I had no idea.

She was about to answer when suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and saw Professor Angelica herself.

“Don’t loiter around the entrance, Loid,” Angelica whispered sweetly in my ear.

“I-I…” I couldn’t find the words.

“I see Angela convinced you to join my class, huh?” she said.

“What proposal?” I asked, completely clueless.

“You don’t know?” She seemed surprised.

“Well, she just told me now. Isn’t that right

, Angela?” I looked around, but Angela was nowhere to be seen.

‘That girl!’

“Heh, it seems your friend betrayed you. Anyways, now that you’re here, you should give it a try,” Angelica suggested.

I sighed and reluctantly replied, “You’re right.”

“By the way, what subject do you teach?” I asked, curious.

“Mystic arts,” she answered.

“Well, shoo shoo, we have a class to attend to!” she waved her hands, and suddenly, I found myself teleported to one of the back seats in the classroom.

Many students witnessed my sudden teleportation and wore surprised expressions. In the blink of an eye, Angelica appeared at the podium.

“Welcome, first years. I am Angelica Martinez, and I will be teaching Mystic arts,” she announced.

“Excuse me, Professor!” a blond-haired boy spoke up.

“Yes, Mr. Robert. How can I assist you?” Angelica replied.

“How is a third-year student in the first-year batch?” he asked, puzzled.

“Oh, are you referring to Loid?” Angelica’s tone changed, and the people grew even more surprised as she called me by my first name.

“Well, he’s here because he showed an interest in mystic arts, so I suggested he join this class,” Angelica explained.

“But, Professor, aren’t third-year students usually busy with expeditions?” another student chimed in.

“Well, he underwent a second awakening, which is perfect for my class,” Angelica revealed.

The murmurs in the classroom grew louder.

People were now even more shocked, as a second awakening was an extremely rare occurrence on this continent, happening only to a select few.

“Quiet, everyone! We are going to start this class, so I think you all should introduce yourselves to everyone here, isn’t it?” Angelica commanded, bringing the room to silence.

One by one, the students began introducing themselves, revealing their names and backgrounds. Here are some of the introductions:

Amelia Fairchild, a bright-eyed girl with a cheerful smile, introduced herself as a descendant of a long line of renowned healers.

Leon Silverwood, a confident young man with silver hair, mentioned his family’s lineage of powerful elementalists.

Elara Nightshade, a mysterious girl with an air of intrigue, shared that she hailed from a clan of skilled assassins.

Gabriel Stormrider, a muscular guy with a thunderous presence, proudly announced his heritage as a descendant of storm-summoning warriors.

Serena Whitewind, a serene and graceful individual, whose origins were elves mentioned her affinity for manipulating light and illusions, which ran in her family.

Lucas Fireheart, a fiery-haired boy with an enthusiastic demeanor, revealed his family’s legacy as master pyromancers.

Selena Frostbane, an elegant and poised girl, spoke of her ice-wielding ancestry, known for their ability to freeze their enemies in their tracks.

As the introductions continued, it was finally Robert’s turn. He stood up, his blond hair shining under the classroom’s lights.

“I’m Robert Steelcrest,” he began, his voice filled with authority. “But more importantly, I’m here to inquire about myself. You see, I’m the successor of ‘The Shield,’ one of the heroes who fought against the cataclysm that threatened our land.”

Gasps echoed throughout the room as the weight of Robert’s words sank in. The Shield was a legendary figure in Eldoria, revered for their bravery and selflessness during the cataclysm.

Angelica nodded, acknowledging the importance of Robert’s statement. “Thank you, Robert, for shedding light on your connection to The Shield,” she said.

The class was abuzz with murmurs and whispers as they realized the significance of having The Shield’s successor among them.

All eyes turned to Loid, who now sat in the spotlight, the weight of his new role pressing upon him.

As now it was his turn to introduce himself

Angelica interjected, addressing the class, “Regarding Loid, there’s no need to pry into his past. Let’s focus on the present and support him as he navigates his journey.” She said as she winked towards me

“WTF!! AMNESIA?! They didn’t inform me anything about this,” Loid thought, feeling a mix of confusion and frustration.

The murmurs in the classroom grew louder as everyone became more curious about Loid’s mysterious background. However, Angelica quickly redirected their attention, and the class resumed.

Noticing that Loid didn’t have a book, Angelica motioned to someone nearby to share their book with him.

“Selena Frostbane, could you lend your book to Loid?” Angelica requested.

“Alright,” Selena agreed, her voice carrying a gentle and kind tone.

Selena, a vision of enchantment, possessed long strands of silver hair that gracefully cascaded down her back. In a touch of elegance, the front section of her lustrous locks were expertly braided, framing her face with a delicate allure. Her countenance radiated beauty, as if sculpted by the hands of divine artisans. And oh, those captivating blue eyes! Like pools of azure enchantment, they held a captivating depth, sparkling with an ethereal charm that bewitched all who had the privilege of beholding them.

“T-Thanks,” Loid shyly replied, feeling grateful for Selena’s gesture.

“It’s okay,” she reassured him with a warm smile.

With the book in hand, Loid followed along as Angelica delved into the history of mystic arts. She explained how it all began with the ancient civilizations that first harnessed the power of magic, and how over time, the study of mystic arts evolved and various magical disciplines emerged. Angelica captivated the class with tales of legendary mages and their contributions to the magical realm.

Loid listened intently, his curiosity piqued, as he embarked on his journey into the world of mystic arts, guided by Angelica’s expertise

Angelica cleared her throat, preparing to delve into the captivating history of mystic arts. She began by addressing the class with a confident smile.

“Let me take you back to the origins of mystic arts, a realm steeped in ancient mysteries. The exact beginnings are shrouded in legends and myths, lost in the mists of time. It is said that the spark of magic was ignited by an unknown individual, a figure whose name has been lost to history. They possessed a deep connection to the ethereal energies that flowed through the world.”

She continued, her voice filled with reverence for the enigmatic pioneers of mystic arts.

“This mysterious individual, often referred to as the Primordial Mage, discovered the fundamental principles of magic, unraveling the secrets of manipulating the mystical forces that permeate our world. Through their keen observations and relentless experimentation, they unlocked the true potential of magic.”

Angelica’s words held a touch of awe as she explained the evolution of mystic arts over the ages.

“As time passed, knowledge of magic expanded and spread across different civilizations. Each culture brought its own unique perspective and practices, nurturing the growth of mystic arts. From the ancient Elven kingdoms to the mighty Dwarven empires, from the ethereal realms of the Fae to the secluded monastic orders, magic found its home in various corners of the world.”

She gestured with her hands, painting an imaginary tapestry of diverse magical traditions.

“With each passing generation, the art of magic evolved, branching into specialized disciplines. Elemental manipulation, healing arts, illusion weaving, necromancy, and countless other branches of magic were honed and perfected by devoted practitioners. The accumulated wisdom and discoveries of countless mages, sorcerers, and scholars formed the foundation upon which mystic arts now stand.”

Angelica’s voice grew more animated as she described the formation of formal magical institutions.

“As the power and influence of magic grew, organizations and academies dedicated to its study began to emerge. These institutions sought to preserve the knowledge, teach aspiring mages, and foster the understanding of magic in a structured manner. Helios Academy, where we stand today, is one such esteemed institution, bringing together talented individuals from diverse backgrounds to harness their magical potential.”

She paused for a moment, her eyes scanning the room, taking in the eager faces of her students.

“Now, we find ourselves at the cusp of this rich magical history. It is up to each of you to embrace the legacy of mystic arts, to delve into its depths, and to contribute to its ever-unfolding story. As we embark on this journey together, let us honor the past while forging our own destinies as practitioners of the mystic arts.”

Angelica’s words hung in the air, invoking a sense of wonder and reverence for the ancient craft that had brought them all together. The classroom buzzed with anticipation as the students prepared to immerse themselves in the world of magic and the secrets it held.

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