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Beyond the Pages : The Author's Requiem

As I was searching for way too go back to the city I heard a cry for help I saw a beautiful girl being chased by the wolves which had chased me before She saw me and started shouting for help but I didn't moved I just stood there I saw her being circled by the wolves, as one wolf attacked , other also followed I just turned away heading my way I knew i was being heartless But I also knew better than anyone not to involve myself in unwanted problems Birds die for foods Humans die for wealth And Some die because of their stupidity ** Protagonist, a new writer, was working on his first novel. He's poured his heart and soul into the story, but it's still a work in progress. One day, he dies under mysterious circumstances and gets reincarnated into the world of his own novel. He finds himself in the body of a young man who is going to be attending in the Eridorian Academy of Magic A student who is struggling to become a skilled mage While also Capturing some maidens heart in the process for Good Old BENEFITS. *** Things will start to get good after 39 chapters ( I am just writing for experience, a average harem novel)

Iwantocook · Kỳ huyễn
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58 Chs

First day

I woke up early, feeling a sense of excitement and nervousness. It was 6 am, and the room was still dark, except for the soft glow of the pendant on my bedside table. I looked at the pendant, and saw that it was displaying the time and the schedule for the day.

I got out of bed and began to get ready for the day. I walked over to the bathroom and turned on the faucet, feeling the cool water wash over my face. I took a deep breath, feeling the water refresh me.

I took a bath, feeling the warm water relax my muscles. I washed my hair and body, feeling the soap and shampoo clean me. I rinsed off the soap and shampoo, feeling the water wash away the dirt and grime.

I got out of the bath and dried myself off with a towel. I looked at myself in the mirror, feeling a sense of pride and confidence. My hair was messy and brown, and my eyes were a deep blue that seemed to see right through me.

I put on my uniform, feeling the soft, breathable material against my skin. The uniform was a simple white shirt with a silver emblem on the chest, and a pair of black pants with a silver stripe running down the side.

I looked at myself in the mirror, feeling a sense of pride and confidence, thinking i really look good as I was ready to start my day.

I walked over to the window and looked out at the academy grounds at some distance. The sun was just starting to rise, casting a warm glow over the buildings and the trees. I could see the East Wing in the distance, where my first class will be held.

The East Wing was a large, imposing building with a silver roof and a clock tower that seemed to stretch up to the sky. The building was surrounded by a beautiful garden, with flowers and trees that seemed to be blooming in every color of the rainbow.

I felt a sense of wonder and excitement as I looked out at the academy grounds. I didn't wrote anything like this in my outline, and I couldn't wait to explore it.

I grabbed my pendant looked at the time it was already 7: 30 am and I looked at the map, trying to figure out where my first class was. I saw that it was in a room called "Classroom 101", which was located in the East Wing.

I made my way to the East Wing, following the directions on my pendant. As I walked, I couldn't help but feel a sense of nervousness. What would my first class be like? 

I walked through the dorms, passing by the common room where students were chatting and laughing. I saw a group of students playing a game of cards, while others were reading books or studying.

I walked out of the dorms and into the bright sunlight. The air was cool and fresh, with a hint of magic in the air. I could feel the magic of the academy pulsing through every cell of my body.

I continued on my way, passing by the cafeteria where the cooks were preparing breakfast. The smell of food wafted through the air.

I followed the path to the East Wing, passing by the library where students were studying and researching. I saw a group of students huddled around a table, pouring over a large book.

I continued on my way, passing by the student union where students were chatting and laughing. I saw a group of students playing a game of pool, while others were watching a game of magic on a large screen.

I finally arrived at the East Wing, where my first class will be held. I took a deep breath, feeling a sense of excitement and nervousness. What would my first class be like? 

I looked up at the building, feeling a sense of wonder and excitement. The East Wing was a large, imposing building with a silver roof and a clock tower that seemed to stretch up to the sky.

I took a deep breath, feeling a sense of determination. I was ready to learn, and I was ready to make the most of it. I pushed open the door and walked into the building, feeling a sense of excitement and nervousness. I had never been in a classroom like this before, and I wasn't sure what to expect.

As I entered the classroom, I saw that it was a large, dimly lit room with rows of desks and chairs. The walls were lined with shelves, filled with books and strange artifacts. At the front of the room, there was a large blackboard and a desk, which was a seat for the professor to sit.

I looked around the classroom, taking in the sights and sounds. The room was quiet, except for the sound of students chatting and laughing. I saw a group of students gathered near the back of the room, whispering and glancing at me.

Feeling a little discomfort, I looked around the room, trying to find a seat and also to check if there are any main characters in this class, and there weren't .

I spotted an empty desk near the front of the room and made my way towards it.

As I sat down, I noticed that the students were staring at me.

The students were still staring at me, whispering and pointing. I felt a sense of embarrassment from so much attention.

Suddenly, I heard a voice behind me. "Hey, isn't that the guy from the cafeteria incident?" someone said.

I turned around, trying to see who was speaking. But the student was too quick, and they had already turned back to their conversation.

Everyone seemed to be avoiding me, whispering and glancing at me. 

" Already an outcast in the first minute of academy life" I thought jokingly.

Just then, the professor walked In. The professor was a tall, thin man with a kind face and a pair of glasses perched on the end of his nose. "Welcome and good morning, students, to the first day of classes at the Eridorian Academy of Magic," he said.

All students stood up and greeted " Good Morning Professor!"

The professor signed to sit down by waving his hand " sit down"

The students sitted down, looking at the professor with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

The professor smiled and began to speak, his voice booming through the room. "Welcome, students, to the first day of classes at the Eridorian Academy of Magic. I'm Professor Arin Vashin, and I'll be teaching you Elemental Magic this year."

I already knew that he is the homeroom teacher, from the pendent 's class schedule.

He wrote on the blackboard, his chalk squeaking as he moved. "Today, we'll be covering the basics of elemental magic. We'll be learning about the different elements, how to cast spells, and how to control our magic."

The professor looked around the room, his eyes scanning the students. "Before we begin, I'd like to take attendance. When I call out your name, please say 'present'."

The professor suddenly brought out a file out of thin air, and began to flip through its pages. "Ah, yes. Let's start with the attendance."

He looked up at the students, a hint of a smile on his face. "Astrid Silvermist, roll number 1."

A student stood up, a tall, blonde-haired girl with a shy smile. "Present, Professor."

The professor nodded, and moved on to the next student. "Branston Ironwood, roll number 3."

A student stood up, a tall, dark-haired boy with a confident grin. "Present, Professor."

The professor continued to call out the students' names, each one standing up to acknowledge their presence. "Cecilia Moonwhisper, roll number 5."

A student stood up, a petite, brown-haired girl with a quiet demeanor. "Present, Professor."

The professor moved on to the next student. "Darius Nightshade, roll number 8."

A student stood up, a tall, dark-haired boy with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Present, Professor."

The professor continued to call out the students' names, each one standing up to acknowledge their presence. "Eleanor Starweaver, roll number 10."

A student stood up, a tall, blonde-haired girl with a dreamy expression. "Present, Professor."

The professor moved on to the next student. "Eryndor Thorne, roll number 12."

I stood up . "Present, Professor."

The professor nodded, and moved on to the next student. "Finnley Greenleaf, roll number 15."

A student stood up, a tall, red-haired boy with a cheerful grin. "Present, Professor."

The professor continued to call out the students' names, each one standing up to acknowledge their presence. "Gabriella Windsong, roll number 18."

A student stood up, a petite, brown-haired girl with a quiet demeanor. "Present, Professor."

"Kaiden Blackwood, roll number 23."

There was a pause, and then the professor looked up at the students, a hint of surprise on his face. "Kaiden Blackwood?"

The room was silent, and the professor's eyes scanned the students, searching for Kaiden. But he was nowhere to be found.

Just as the professor was about to move on to the next student, a voice came from outside the door, shouting "Yes, Professor!"

A/N : Its literally 11:47 pm when i am writing this, if there are any mistakes let me know.