15 Magic Theory Class (1/2)

With the end of the first class and the beginning of the second, Nora had to bid farewell to Percy. Although they shared many classes, Magic Theory was one of the three classes that they didn't share.

Learning about magic in this world was one of the main reasons Nora was originally so happy to attend the Alossian Imperial Academy. The single display of power from Mage Glenn only helped increase her desire to learn more about the potential new Path.

Nora quickly made her way towards the next class. The new classroom was very much like her previous classroom.

Now alone, Nora found herself a seat and patiently waited for class to begin. In the background, she could hear a few students talking about previous knowledge their families had taught them about magic theory. Seemingly trying to show off to the other children.

Nora's patience slowly withered as whoever was going to teach the class was surely late.

To Nora's surprise, the teacher for Magic Theory was by far more generic than her previous teacher Mage Glenn. The old man wore worn grey robes and carried a long wooden staff. The only odd thing with the old man's appearance was a bright red ring he wore on his left hand.

The old man entered the classroom seeing the eyes of many of the children holding the same feeling which Nora had. They too had grown rather tired of waiting for the old man.

The old man's face turned stern as he began, ”A mage is never late. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to.” the old man losing his composure and began to chuckle. The light chuckle grew into a hearty laugh as it infected the students. Even Nora, who had thought herself rather annoyed quickly joined along.

”My name is...” the old man begun before a nasty cracking noise came from the old man's knee. ”Oh my, I used to be young like you. Until I took a spell in the knee...”

The old man hobbled towards the door, attempting to hide the severity of the pain he felt. ”I'll be right back. I need to get my knee healed.”

The sounds of the old man complaining about the pain could be heard for some ways as the old man went further and further from the class.

The many children in the class quickly began to talk about the joking statement the old man had said. Nora hearing a noticeably louder child say, ”A mage is never late. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to. What kind of joke is that? Has that old man gone senile?”

The room was quickly hushed as a figure Nora recognized walked into the room. Mage Glenn slowly made his way to a neatly placed desk, ”My name is Glenn Moongreen and I'll be the substitute who's in charge of this class while Mage Incanus finds a healer.”