Intro to Magic

The day had already begun with a sense of unease. The previous encounters with those punks were starting to take a toll on both mind and body, even though it had only happened twice. How many more were lurking around the corner?

Enzo's voice, filled with enthusiasm, broke the tense silence. "Today we finally get to learn about how to use magic!" I couldn't agree more. It was something I had yearned to learn for as long as I could remember.

The teacher announced that we would be working in pairs to learn from each other. My heart sank as he said that he would choose the partners. I had no desire to make friends or have any sort of interaction with anyone else.

"Enzo, you will be with Jack, Myra with Leo, Rayne with Levi, Sora with Zion, Ezra with Remi, and Isla with Rome."

I glanced over at Zion, who seemed to be the most perfect-looking person I had ever seen. With his blonde hair, green eyes, and well-built physique, he was every bit of what a perfect man should be. As we introduced ourselves, I couldn't shake the feeling that something about him was off.

"What do you make of this class, Zion?" I asked, trying to make conversation.

Zion appeared to be lost in thought, as if he were disinterested in everything around him. "This class... it's unfulfilling," he said in an elegant tone, which only served to fuel my suspicion.

As the teacher spoke about the importance of feeling the flow of mana in the body, the class grew silent. I closed my eyes and focused on the task at hand, trying to sense the mana flowing within me. It was like a river of energy, coursing through my veins, waiting to be harnessed. I took a deep breath and attempted to direct it towards my hand, hoping to control its flow.

But as I did, something went terribly wrong. The mana burst forth from my hand, a shimmering, transparent gas, with such force that it shattered every window in the room. I was stunned, trying to comprehend what had just happened.

Zion's gentle smile was the first thing I saw as I opened my eyes. "You seem to be a fast learner," he said, but I knew better. I had lost control.

Ms. Smith was equally confused, amazed that I was still standing after releasing such a massive amount of mana. "How haven't you passed out?" she asked. "The amount of mana you released should have made you pass out by now."

I shrugged, not really sure of the answer myself. But I knew I had to learn to control this power before it consumed me. Ms. Smith dismissed the class for a few days, giving us time to practice controlling our mana.

As I walked home, lost in thought, I couldn't help but wonder if I was meant to faint from the sheer amount of mana I had unleashed. I didn't know the answers, but I knew one thing for sure: I had to get a grip on my power before it got out of control.