"You have the guts to cut in line! Go back towards the end and patiently wait for your turn like the rest of these people!" a soldier confronted you.

He was garbed in full body armors and the sight of this man appeared to intimidate the men, women, and children near you.

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Tell me what you want…

Do as the soldier commanded.

Kill the soldier.

Hypnotize everyone and go inside unimpeded.

"Okay." You uttered a single word and went to the end of the line. The people around you smiled freely at your expense but you paid them no mind.

How could these little monkeys grasp the immensity of your thoughts? And so you patiently awaited your turn with no worries whatsoever.

Though you did hear the unwanted noises around you and gave the blabber a piece of your attention.

"My son will be a mighty wizard! The seer has seen it in her vision!"

"Fortune smiles on those who perseveres, Count Roland. I'm sure your son will accomplish what was foreseen and more..."

"I'm afraid, mother. Don't leave me here please..."

"Silence, Anabella! You shall study in the school of witches and bring honor to our family!" You heard the mundane wishes of ordinary creatures until it was your turn at the gates.

"One gold coin to enter!" a familiar soldier said to you.

"The others had only given 50 silver coins each. Why is mine more expensive than the rest?" Of course you have seen through the trickery of men. Beasts really.

But since you had wanted to play it peacefully first, then a dialogue was a must before any force was introduced.

"You are special, young man. That's why." the soldier smirked at you and ended his words in a booming laughter.

"One gold coin it is." you replied nonchalantly and started moving towards the gates. You completely knew that you were different.

Your clothes may seem average but the guise you took was drastically astonishing. It would even invite the envy of gods and immortals alike.

In fact, the eyes of most womenfolk, if not all, were searching to connect with yours from the time of your advent in this city of ants.

You realized that if you had not summoned the ire of the soldier beforehand, then you would have been drowning in females by now.

"WAIT!" you heard the same annoying voice call for you.

"What is it this time?" you turned around and saw the angry face of the armored man.

"Five gold coins!"

"Since you have offended a faithful guard of the city of Mythborne earlier, an additional five gold coins would be a just recompense!" what pitiful mortals. You only shook your head for the sorry wiles of these specks of dust.

"Here. Take ten. Is that enough?" you asked the man after you put the glittering pieces on his hand. After two breaths of silence, you decided that you were set to go and so you did.

"TAP!"

"TAP!"

"TAP!"

Your footsteps echoed in the dusty roads and when you were finally inside the city, what affronted your senses was a cacophony of deafening chatter.

Same as the last, all were talking about the recruitment of new witches and wizards in this city. But the crowd were rowdier here than before.

Maybe it was because of the lack of eagle eyed soldiers in the scene. But nevertheless, excitement rushed through your veins at this moment. It was time for your fresh life to begin. Finally!

Tell me what you want:

Tour the entire city.

Abduct the most beautiful woman around.

Be a wizard.

Be a witch.

"A witch sounds interesting!" you decided after a few breaths of thought. Then you began to search for where you can start your journey in becoming one.

And exactly a second later, you gathered the information you needed with one scan of the entire city.

"Are you going to enroll in a school, young master? Please join our Wicked School of Witches!" a fat boy barred your way with his words.

The city of Mythborne provided both school of wizards and witches alike. But that did not mean that there were only two schools in contention.

Both fields of mastery were crowded with at least hundreds of schools throughout the city. This was expected in a metropolis that housed more than a hundred million peoples in population.

"I'm sorry but i have already a school in mind." you replied to the poor fat child. Ten minutes later, another person had chosen to recruit you once more.

"Would you be willing to join our school of witches, Sir? I would gladly teach you personally if you want." a beautiful lady this time.

"I apologize good maiden." But same as the last, you denied the request of tutelage. You are an unequaled existence in this reality. How could you prefer a second fiddle as your home of learning?

And so, many came but all were unsuccessful to recruit you. It was an hour into your healthy trek that the thin crowd thickened to a horde of insects.

There was not anyone who pleaded for you to enter in their witch schools anymore because you have finally entered in the domain of the strong.

The area that housed the top 10 Schools of Witches in the City of Mythborne.

"Excuse me." you were polite in skipping the tight confines of the masses until you step foot on the premises of one school thirty minutes later.

This was the campus of the best school for witches in the entire city. The Crescent Moon Witches.

"Line up properly! Prepare a hundred gold coins upon entry!" you heard a voice roared above the dim of noises. And so you decided to do that and await your turn.

"We don't accept stupid fools! And slow ones! Be quick about it and don't waste any more of my precious time!" the same voice yelled again.

You noticed that the progression has visibly picked up in tempo. Along with it, the worried hushed whisperings around you intensified in tune with the voice of command given.