3 When pizza day goes wrong

Before they knew it, it was lunch time.

It seemed that day lunch was Melfis' highlight since pizza was indeed on the menu.

They found an empty table in the expansive lunch hall and had just sat down to start eating when a voice screamed the only two words that could ruin Melfis' lunch, and therefore her entire day: "Food fight!"

The voice belonged to a pudgy, glasses-wearing kid standing on a table. It was none other than Guy Random. The son of Chef Random, the school's chef who preferred to make pizza for lunch rather than get it delivered, Guy Random was a renowned trouble-maker throughout the school. Everyone knew getting into trouble was probably his way of getting attention since his telekinetic ability was less than average.

The look of horror on Melfis' face showed that even if pizza brightened her day, this despicable, sacrilegious act stamped on it and threw it into the gutter.

"Not on pizza day!" She wailed.

Great, what a pain. Is it even worth telling Melifs to stay out of this? Fyren raised an eyebrow at Melfis.

She looked back at him, fist clenched and tears glinted in the corners of her eyes, "I'm sorry, Fyren, but this cannot go unpunished."

She leapt into the fray after wolfing down her pizza.

Meanwhile, Fyren took refuge behind an overturned table. I hope Melfis isn't trying to distract herself from what Mr. Alnald said. Ah, who am I kidding, nothing can break her spirit, except maybe seeing all that pizza wasted… nah.

Along with her physical talent, Melfis was graced with magic talent. When she went through the screening, a test taken upon entering high school to determine basic potential for magic, she had the highest score in the history of the Order of Lance. However, she was unable to show any sign of magic other than a very faint aura. Fyren theorized that for some reason she couldn't open her ferons. Ferons are magic particles that reside in every living thing. To use magic, a feronest needs to open their ferons first.

The fight lasted all of lunch until the giant double doors to the lunch area slammed open, and the stoic face and absolutely massive sculpted body of Mr. Alnald appeared in the doorway.

Mr. Alnald needn't say anything. Within minutes the entire lunchroom was squeaky clean, and while they were cleaning, Mr. Alnald just stood there…menacingly.

As Melfis returned to their table, licking her fingers clean of pizza sauce, Fyren thought back to when he first met her. Back then I was just some stupid nervous kid.

It was the first week of class, and Fyren was a nervous wreck. Because he was so nervous, he didn't notice that one seat in all of his classes was empty, signaling that a student was absent for the first week.

Coincidentally, he was constantly warned about someone called "Lakintu," who, as you may have guessed, was the student supposed to be filling the empty seat next to Fyren. Apparently, this Lakintu fellow was some kind of prodigy.

It was on the first day of the second week that Lakintu actually came to class, and Fyren's brain finally connected the dots that the seat belonged to him.

The moment Lakintu walked into the room, it seemed like time stopped. When Fyren looked at him, he couldn't look away since he was so scared. His presence commanded everyone's attention and respect. His piercing blue eyes were as imposing as glaciers and his long, jet-black hair made him look like some sort of ancient warrior from an action film. It seemed like an eternity before he reached the seat.

"Lankintu Ur?" Mr. Pischer called, unfazed.

"Here."

Just a single word was all it took to intimidate the entire class. It reverberated throughout the very bones of everyone there, not to mention Fyren's which were paralyzed by fear from sitting right next to him.

During class, it was almost impossible to concentrate.

Fyren's hand trembled as he tried to take notes.

Unfortunately, the shaking of his hand resulted in his pencil falling to the ground… and rolling right up against Lakintu's chair.

Fyren gulped and slowly turned toward the fallen pencil and Lakintu as he bent to pick it up.

Lakintu had already risen up from the ground and was holding the pencil toward Fyren.

"Here," was all he said.

Fyren hesitated before looking up at him. He expected to be almost literally crushed by his gaze and voice, but Lakintu's previously piercing gaze had disappeared.

"Thanks," was all Fyren could muster.

"Tell me, Fyren," Lakintu said, "is there any reason you are here?"

"Well, the O.L. school is free and pretty luxurious."

"I see. And do you trust the Order of Lance?"

"Yeah, why?"

"No reason."

That was the last word Fyren ever heard from Lakintu. The next day of school, Lakintu wasn't in class. The rumors were wide in variety and gravity. Some said he was too dangerous to be left alive and was disposed of, no doubt this rumor was the work of Guy Random, while some just said he transferred. Whatever the case, he was no longer there.

Fyren had the rest of the week to ponder the mysterious disappearance of Lakintu before more rumors emerged. Apparently the Order of Lance didn't want their reputation to be tarnished by a prodigy leaving, so they accepted another student in his place.

It was rumored that this new student had achieved the highest score in the Order's history during the screening, and that they were the reason Lakintu disappeared. Guy Random even went so far as to say that this new student was even more fearsome and they threatened Lakintu to leave so they could take his place.

The next day, Fyren walked into Mr. Pischer's class and to his surprise, someone was sitting in Lakintu's seat. As soon as Fyren sat down, the person next to him faced him and asked. "You're Fyren right?"

Fyren turned to them, "Um, yes?"

They smiled, "Big bro told me about you."

Fyren had a moment of realization. The person was a girl his age, with the same ice-blue eyes and jet black hair as Lakintu, except her hair was styled in a somewhat crude bob.

"Wait, you're Lakintu's sister?!"

Fyren's disbelief must have shown on his face since Melfis snickered when she looked at him.

"You got it, Fy-guy!" Melfis gave him a thumbs up, "What gave it away?"

Wow, thought Fyren, they couldn't be more different.

"So where did your brother go?" He asked.

"Who knows, he's so weird sometimes."

"Well, why did you come instead of him?"

"It was either me or him, I mean we only had enough money for one of us and he thought I should get to go here. Besides, he's two years older than me and he would have to start as a freshman. That's kind of awkward."

Fyren didn't want to press her any further and class went on as usual, but with the addition of Melfis snoring, and periodically waking herself up with a particularly loud snort.

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