《The Birth of the God of Mana》Chapter 13: Class actually starts!
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{ just to make things easier to read during the chapter, with the addition of more of my other selves, I am now going to write with [( #) words] 1= silly childish me, 2= mature responsible writer me, 3= immature/inappropriate idiot me, 4= me, me. The bottom of the page will also be changed, each one will just be named by their numbers. }
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George’s POV:
My god, I can’t believe Rory fell for that. He looked so cocky doing the macarena. I think that is a prank for the record books!
“Ok, ok, ok. ahhh” Mrs. Honey said trying to regain composure. “Ready for your first day of magic control class.”
“Mrs. Honey?” The Rainbow haired girl called with her hand raised.
“Yes, Stormageddon Mrs. Dark Lord of All.” Mrs. Honey responded.
“Shouldn’t we learn the ABC’s and numbers and stuff in school?”
“This is a magic academy, you know magic, seriously, you came from the clan of rainbow draconians, one of the royal draconian families, yet your parents never casted a knowledge transferring spell.”
“What’s that?” Stormageddon asked confused, you could practically see the question mark floating above her head.
“Seriously, it teaches you stuff so you don't need to study it.” Mrs. Honey said annoyed “My god how you learned how to speak is a miracle without magic” Mrs. Honey mumbled. “Here you go” Mrs. Honey said as she drew a blue circle on Stormageddon forehead with her right pointer finger. She then took her pointer and middle finger and extended them to point at the circle. The circle suddenly got brighter and Mrs. Honey swiped her hand away to the right keeping it extended. “There, now do you know stuff” Mrs. Honey says. Before Stormageddon can even nod her head Mrs. Honey says “Good, moving on. This is magic kids” Mrs. Honey says as she makes a miniature copy of a boy with fiery red hair, the figure then shifts into Rory, then into the other students.
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“That’s magic! Cool!” Said the boy with fiery red hair.
“Yes Charizard, [(1) Yay Pokemon!] magic is very cool.” Mrs. Honey says with a grin. “Sadly though making a figure out of mana takes a ton of skill and control. Instead you will just have to channel mana into a pen and make a talismen. Everyone grab a pen and try and channel some mana into it.”
“How do I use mana?” A short boy with black hair says meekly.
“Aww come here Koro.” Mrs. Honey says as she brings the boy into a hug. “Not everyone naturally learns how to use mana. But come over here and I’ll help you out.”
“Mrs. Honey, I think this exercise is beneath me! I already know how to cast my clans spells, why must I learn how to use mana at such a basic level!” said you know who.
“Sapphire, if you think that this is something so basic, then you show the class how it is done, make a talisman of fire.”
“That uses the character ‘Wa’ [(4)Look up tai chi chasers, and the card Wa] right? Fine I’ll do it, but when I do can I go on to something more advanced?” Sapphire says arrogantly.
“Hell, if you can do this, I’ll let you skip a grade.” Mrs. Honey says like a southern black nanny.
“Humph, I'll be where I'm supposed to be, not with these slobbering bafoons” Sapphire snorts as she grabs her pen. She closes her eyes and then the pen starts to freeze. Sapphire opens her eyes shocked and closes them again and this time the pen explodes, luckily the ice held.
“Basic huh, beneath you huh?” Mrs. Honey said mockingly. “Now class get to work, and Koro, come over to my desk, and we can figure out the best way to find your mana.”
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Me and Rory sat down at a table together with James, Charizard and Stormageddon sat at another table . Sapphire was sulking in the corner.
“Anyone have any idea how to start so we don’t end up like Mrs. damaged pride over there” James says pointing to Sapphire.
“Nope, but lets start with as little as possible so we don’t blow anything up” Rory says.
We put our hands on our pens, I tried to send some mana to the pen, but I couldn’t find any.
“Balley, can you send some mana to the pen?” I asked Balley aloud. Balley changed back into a ball and hopped onto the table
“Squeek squeek squeek squeek squeek.” Balley squeaked apologetically.
“Oh” I said dejectedly.
“Squeek, squeek squeek squeek squeek squeek!” Balley said with bubbles in his voice [(1) heh, bubbles get it, cuz he’s a ball, and bubbles are balls,] [(3) HAH! You said balls!] [(2) Anyway….]
“You can do that!” I exclaimed
“Do what?” Rory asks.
“Apparently I can just use Balley in pen for as a mana imbued pen!”
“Cool! Show me!” Rory exclaimed.
Balley transformed back into his pen form and I drew the talisman Sapphire talked about and held it up and casually said “Wa, fire.” The paper tag was immediately burned and replaced with a ball of fire.
“Cool!” Rory exclaimed.
“Look guys, I did it!” I told the room. “Huh?” I let out, why was everyone looking at me frozen with their mouths open. [(3) Heh, mouths open].
“I must still be dreaming from being told no candy for a month.” Sapphire says calmly she immediately fainted. Then so did the rest of the class.
“I thought you made a fireball not knockout gas. I think you did it wrong.” Rory says obliviously
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No time, so stereotypical authors note: Hope you enjoyed, please rate, comment, give suggestions for the in-progress plot (PLEASE) and have a nice day! :)
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