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Okhema was as bustling as ever, the sun shining bright, mainly due from Kephale’s dawn device leaving the structures painted a beautiful sunshine gold. The people were chatting happily, the children running around in circles. While the crown prince of Castrum Kremnos was helping himself at a honeycake stall, enjoying his peace. “Heyy! Mydei!” A familiar voice called out from behind, Mydei rolled his eyes, he knows exactly who that is, he could recognize that voice from a mile away.
“What do you want, Deliverer?” The prince asked sharply, his golden eyes locking with Phainon’s bright blue ones. He chuckled softy as he smirked at the prince, “I was just wondering, Mydeimos, if you were to accompany me for a stroll?” Phainon asked innocently, like a puppy wanting to go play in a park.
“Sure, why not.” Mydei said, lips curling into a smile as he got up and walked to Phainon’s side. “So, you were indulging yourself to some honeycakes? You should’ve at least saved me one~” Phainon said teasingly. Before Mydei could come up with a retort, the sound of neighing and galloping came from behind them.
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“Where am I?” Mydei murmured, it was dark, he was trapped somewhere. He banged on the door until it broke open, revealing a room full of floating coffins and a mirror with a face on it. He looked to his side and saw Phainon, pointing his Dawnblade at a strange man with a dark, raven-like mask.
The murmurs of students filled the room. “A student opening their coffin by themself? That’s unheard of.” “They are clearly breaking the rules of the ceremony, have they no shame?” “Woah, look at that guy, damn. Must be confident enough to be strutting around half-naked.”
Phainon put down his blade when the man in front of them stepped closer, but he was still obviously tensed. “How incredibly impatient you are, I mean really. Worry not, for I am the kindhearted Headmage Dire Crowley.” The man said, his staff thudding every time he took a step.
“Why are we here?! Take us back to Okhema!” Phainon declared, Mydei just watched, but his fists were ready just in case they were about to be attacked.
“Okhema? I fear I have not heard of such a place, my sincerest apologies.” Crowley said, “but, now what we need to do is to sort you into your dorm.” Mydei raised a brow, “Dorm?” He asked, looking at the array of students standing in the crowd, watching the two on a stage. Some had animal ears, one had horns, some had card symbols painted on their face… so many peculiar people. He could hear silent laughter, he could feel the audience watching them.
“Phainon, calm down.”
Phainon looked at his friend in disbelief, before sighing and looking back at Crowley. The raven-haired man clapped his hands, silencing any student who was still gossiping. “Sir Mydeimos, please step in front of the Dark Mirror, will you?” Mydei nodded, his golden accessories making a few clinking noises. The Dark Mirror appeared with a puff of green flames, Mydei stared at it intently.
“Your soul gives off the spirit of the King of Beasts. You are fierce and brave, persistent. Savanaclaw.”
Mydei nodded, stepping to the side and watching as Phainon took a few hesitant steps in front of the Dark Mirror. The Deliverer watched it appear with bright eyes, much like a child.
“Savanaclaw.” Said the Dark Mirror, Phainon smiled widely, as he approached Mydei. “Looks like we’re in the same dorm, huh?” He whispered, looking at the strawberry-blonde. Mydei crossed his arms and gave Phainon a pointed look, before his attention turned to Crowley who cleared his throat.
“Yes, now that you have been assigned dorms, your Housewarden may escort you to your rooms. Kingscholar?” A man with tan skin and lion ears walked up to the stage, clearly not in the mood to be a tour guide for some herbivores. But, this… Mydeimos, has caught his attention, he may be someone interesting.
“Fine, follow me. Ruggie, get their luggage.” The lion called out to a skinny hyena, presumably Ruggie. “Shyeeheehee, sure Leona.” He picked up their luggage, despite it being heavy, he looked used to basically being Leona’s servant.
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Mirror Chamber
“So, your name’s Leona?” Phainon asked, Leona gave him an eyeroll as a response. “Yeah, Leona Kingscholar. But you’re only referring to me as Housewarden so it doesn’t matter.” Mydei nodded, “I’m Mydeimos, this is my partner Phainon.” He gestured to the white haired man, Leona raised a brow, and nodded in acknowledgment. He just wanted this to be over with.
“You two will be roommates, ‘kay?” Leona deadpanned. “Thank you, Housewarden.” Mydei said, Leona smirked.
Something about him reminds me of Falena, hah, if only Falena weren’t so annoying, unlike this new herbivore. Leona thought, before turning on his heel and closing the door, finally, he can get a well-deserved nap.
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“Well, since we’re in a school, we should probably put on the uniforms we were given.” Phainon said, there were two different pairs. “I think Leona said this one was the dorm uniform and this one was just the normal uniform.” Mydei nodded, taking the dorm uniform.
He put his necklace, gauntlets and other clothes into his closet followed with Phainon’s clothes as well.
“This isn’t half-bad, it’s pretty cool.” Mydei said, looking at himself in the mirror. Phainon just stuck to the normal uniform. “Fits you well, Mydei.” Phainon said, putting his chin on Mydei’s shoulder as he stood behind him.
Knock, knock.
“Come in,” said the crown prince, who finished putting on the bead bracelet. The door creaked open, revealing the hyena dude from earlier. Ruggie, I think? Mydei thought.
“Just needed to tell ya two that we have Spelldrive practice tomorrow morning at six. Go set some alarms for five-thirty.” Ruggie said, arms behind his head.
“Spelldrive?” Phainon asked, cocking his head to the side. “You—I’ll just inform Leona that you two don’t know what Spelldrive is. He can teach ya, if he has the energy.”
“Thank you, Ruggie.” Mydei gave off a princely aura, which Ruggie raised a brow at. I wonder how Leona’d act if he found out there’s another prince in the dorm. Shyeeheehee ♪.
“Oh, and lunch is after your Potionology and Magic History class. Don’t miss that either, you don’t want to get a punishment from Crewel on your first day, do you?” Ruggie added, Phainon shook his head no and the hyena grinned mischievously before waving them a goodbye.
“We better get to this Potionology class.” Phainon said, Mydei sighed, even though he had just changed into his dorm uniform, he already had to take it off. Mydei changed into his normal uniform and grabbed the labcoats they apparently needed and his goggles.
Guess they have to get used to being in a magic school. At least they both had some form of magic, Mydei with his crystals, and Phainon with his… sun thing? Whatever it was, he could at least use magic.
The duo pocketed their magic pens that Crowley had oh, so kindly gifted them, and made their way to Potionology.
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Potionology Class
They were assigned to class 1-A, the desk next to them had two students, one with firey red hair and a heart around his left eye and another with deep blue hair and a spade on his right eye. This school is weird, though, he can’t really say much, considering he is quite literally, covered in tattoos himself.
Mydei’s thoughts were interrupted as he heard the snap of a whip. He saw a black-and-white haired man walk up to the front of the room, Divus Crewel, the Potionology teacher.
He was adorned with a fur coat, seemingly made of Dalmatian fur. Crewel looked smug, but his voice was stern and strict.
“Alright pups, you better be listening to my instructions, or you’ll be cleaning up after whatever mess you’ve made.” His voice was sharp and he left little room for error.
“Woah, look at this—” A student reached out for a plant, before being hit on the hand with Crewel’s whip, letting out a yelp. “You don’t touch anything until I tell you to!” He boomed.
“Damn, he seems scary… does he hafta be our teacher?” Phainon mumbled, Mydei sighed. “Maybe he’s just passionate.”
Mydei listened carefully, while Phainon just chatted to their neighbour. He found out their names, Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade. Something about them reminded Mydei of himself and Phainon. Mydei ended up making the potion without much struggle, which got him some praise from Crewel.
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Hallway, 11.00 AM
“So, you’re Mydeimos?” Ace asked curiously. “Yeah, I’m Mydeimos, feel free to call me Mydei.” He responded, Deuce smiled. “It’s nice to meet you Mydei, and Phainon!” Phainon chuckled, smiling even wider. The two looked like puppies that just became friends.
Mydei rummaged through his bag, only now noticing that he had honeycakes, and his chalice, in which he used for his pomegranate juice. “Woah, what’s that?” Deuce asked, his nose twitching at the sweet smell of the honeycakes. “They’re honeycakes, they’re very popular back in Okhema and Castrum Kremnos.” Ace tilted his head to the side, “Can I try it?” Mydei nodded taking a few small pieces and handing it to Ace, and Deuce.
Ace smiled as if he was in paradise, and Deuce mainly looked happy at the fact that there were eggs in it. “We should probably speed up, we don’t wanna be late.” Phainon added, grabbing Mydei’s wrist.
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As Trein was blabbering on about magic and its origins, Phainon was already half-asleep, Mydei looked at his partner and sighed. Turning back to look at Trein, he wrote down some important things, like, how magic pens helped keep the mage safe, whatever that meant. If he and Phainon are going to stay here, they should probably start to practice magic in the meantime.
Ace crunched a piece of paper into a ball, hitting Phainon in the head. A grunt could be heard from the white haired man, his brows furrowed and pouting at Ace. “Ow… what was that for, Ace?” Phainon put a hand over his mouth as he let out a yawn, his eyes half-lidded, he rested his cheek on his palm. “Wake me up when it’s over…”
Trein’s familiar, Lucius had noticed the napping student, letting out a low meow, the cat trotted over to Phainon’s seat, and scratched him.
“Ah!” Phainon yelped, as Lucius stared at him with an unimpressed look. Phainon chuckled awkwardly, focusing his attention on whatever nonsense Trein was blabbering about.
A loud bell rang throughout the school, seems like lunchtime had come by. Phainon stretched his arms above his head. “Ahh, that must be the lunchtime bell. Finally, this class was so boring. Seriously, even Professor Anaxa’s lessons was more interesting, though, Trein doesn’t really threaten us with a gun.” Phainon added, grabbing his books and standing up, Mydei trailing behind.
They made their way towards the cafeteria, with Mydei still amused by what Lucius did earlier. “Heh, I might grow a liking to Professor Trein’s familiar.” Mydei said with a smirk, as they passed Ruggie in the cafeteria, Phainon waved. “Ruggie-senpai, nice to see ya.” Phainon beamed, Ruggie grinned, holding a Deluxe Ham and Cheese sandwich. “Is that for you?” Mydei asked, Ruggie looked at the blonde. “Nope, Leona wanted it and he’s takin’ a nap at the garden.” Mydei nodded, as Ruggie was kind of distracted by the red tattoos under his eye, raising a brow at it.
Mydei rummaged through his bag, finding his box full of honeycakes. “Here, take one.” Mydei said, handing Ruggie a honeycake. “What’s this?” Ruggie asked, looking at the honeycake. “It’s a honeycake. Very popular in our home country, I know how to bake some, if our dorm members wanted some.”
He’s supposed to be brave, fierce, persistent. But, for some reason, he’s instead so kind and caring? Very interesting… Ruggie thought. “Oh, thanks! Could you make some later? Or at least teach me how to make ‘em? I’m sure my gran would love one.” The hyena said with a mouthful. “Ah, gotta go. Can’t keep my boss waitin’! See ya!” Mydei nodded, waving Ruggie goodbye.
“Wow, you’re giving out those things like it’s candy. Who knew you could be so kind?” Phainon said condescendingly, nudging Mydei on his side. Mydei scowled, sighing as he waved his hand in Phainon’s face. “He looked skinny anyway, I don’t want to seem rude for assuming this, but I think his family might not have much food. So I’ll try my best to cook something for the poor guy.”
Phainon nodded, before he saw Ace gesturing them to sit at a table with them. “Hey! Guys! Over here!” Yelled the Heartslabyul student. On the table, there were many different students from different dormitories.
One had spiky grey hair, wolf ears and a bushy tail, smiling softly. Another had slicked back light green hair with a rather… unfriendly look on his face. One looked very feminine. His facial features soft and his hair a light purple, but Phainon could hear his countryside accent. Maybe me and that guy could bond a bit. Phainon thought, nodding with his hand on his chin, since he also was a countryside boy. And lastly, a robotic looking kid, he looked like a grade-schooler. And his hair… was it on fire?
“Thank you for inviting us here to sit with you, Ace.” Mydei said, smiling as he poured a little bit of milk into his pomegranate juice. Deuce raised a brow, “Pomegranate juice and milk? That’s a combo, alright.” He said, not trying to sound rude. Phainon barked out a laugh. “Heh, see? Your pomegranate milk thing is weird, Dei.” The nickname caused the prince to roll his eyes. Only Lady Tribbie had called him Dei, but ever since he met Phainon, he would occasionally call him Dei as well, much to the prince’s dismay.
“Heh, Dei.” Ace repeated, him and Phainon sharing the same teasing look. Ace gave the Deliverer a high-five. A duo of doom, I tell you. Mydei thought, as he chugged his pomegranate milk.
“It’s nice to meet you, ah, Mydei? And Phainon? I’m Jack Howl.” Jack said, his ears twitching and his tail wagged in happiness. Phainon’s eyes brightened as he pet Jack’s tail, it was almost as soft as his dog’s, Snowy’s tail. “Deliverer.” Mydei spit, his voice laced with venom, tugging at the back of Phainon’s collar.
“I’m sorry about him.”
“It’s fine.”
“I’m Sebek Zigvolt, of Diasomnia.” Said the light green haired man, his unfriendly face became more softer. “‘M— I mean, I’m Epel Felmier.” Epel drank some apple juice, trying his best not to let his accent slip. “And I’m Ortho Shroud!” The robotic boy said, floating behind the Amphorean pair.
“You know, Mydei, when you were at the entrance ceremony, you were half-naked. Is that like, normal for you? And you were decked out with gold and sapphire shit.” Ace said, Mydei sighed.
“Yeah, that’s just how us Kremnoans dress. We’re like warriors.” Mydei said, taking some pasta onto his fork and putting into in his mouth.
“Kremnos? What’s that?” Deuce asked.
“A kingdom! Castrum Kremnos! And Mydeimos, over here is the crown prince.” Phainon said cheekily, Mydei’s face heated up. “That wasn’t necessary, Deliverer.”
“Woah, you’re a crown prince?” Jack asked, smiling but still slightly in awe from the fact Mydei was a prince, a crown prince at that. “Yes, I’ve also heard Housewarden Leona was a prince too. Is he going to take the throne soon?”
Jack sighed, shaking his head. “No, ah… he’s the second-born, his elder brother Falena is acting-king right now.” Mydei hummed in acknowledgement.
“Right, he seems like a nice guy.” Ace snorted. “Leona, nice? Man, have you got your lions mixed.” Mydei shook his head, sighing. “I don’t think he’s that bad.”