Arc. 1 Chapter. 3

I didn’t mind the fame I received on campus. I wasn’t anything super special, just a nice person who could speak well. It seemed people forgot I was a student after all, because coming to my room at the end of the day was so humbling. Or depressing. I suppose I should consider myself fortunate to only be sharing the bathroom with one other person, and that guy was absent from his room for weeks at a time, so it was essentially my own. The room was just big enough to fit a twin sized bed, a small desk, a TV stand, and a recliner. The bed was lifted and pushed against the far left wall. I understand that colleges had a budget, but even the shorter students had their feet dangling off the edges of these puny beds. I couldn’t complain about my desk, it was fairly new, with a sandy colored finish. It was pushed up against the window, the view of which was the large, outstretched branch of a tree. It was convenient. I wasn’t much of a gamer or a TV person, but that didn’t stop me from having a more than big enough 55 inch flat screen. You would think in the year 2025, flat screen TVs would be a thing of the past, but they really just made them better. I used it primarily as a separate computer screen. And last, but not least, was the recliner, a burgundy, oldish seat that I had inherited from an family neighbor, Mr. Rowan. He passed away when I was young, however, he had given my father the chair prior to his death. I then inherited it after my father moved upon me starting university. Outside of that, my belongings were a few posters, small appliances, my computer, and other random stuff.

My room was cleaner than normal when I stepped in. I forgot I had recently cleaned it because I was unable to find something I needed at the time. It was funny. Most people were in-cognizant that I was a little on the messy side. My room wasn’t atrocious like some rooms I had seen. I didn’t think it was possible for people to be so sloppy. My room was not excused from having an empty pizza box sitting next to the microwave, multiple half emptied glasses, and a few candy wrappers on the desk next to the bed. I was cleaner before college.

There it was. Sitting neatly on the center of the bed, a small brown box. Grabbing the box, I sat on the bed and began tearing into the sides. Yes, it was that serious. Inside was a small, smoky gray business card. It simply had a giant, red G on the front, with the words “Gryphon Industries” below it it. I turned it over and there was a black dot. As if I knew was I was doing, I pressed a finger to the dot, from which a thin beam of white-blue light shot up towards the ceiling. It fanned out into a hologram. There was a tiny man floating in air above the card. A smile grew across my face.

“Why hello there Mr. Alex. It is a great pleasure to speak with you again,” he said.

“No sir, the pleasure is all mine. You guys finished faster than I thought you would,” I replied. The hologram laughed before continuing. This wasn’t some prerecorded message I was receiving. We were talking in real time, one of the most innovative and convenient inventions to come out of Gryphon Industries.

“In that package you will find the beta of the project we were working on prior to your leaving. We were not sure what to call them just yet. We figured in the event of a successful test-run, we’d give you the honors of naming it,”

I didn’t respond immediately. Instead, I dug past the foam peanuts to discover a discover a pair of jet black gloves. There were golden lines that ran up the fingers, that encompassed blue circles in the area of the knuckles. The palm side was mostly blank, but with a solid, hollowed out blue circle in the middle. I picked them both up and glance back down at the holographic man.

“They look incredible,” were the only words to escape my mouth.

“Indeed, and those are simply the prototypes. Why don’t you try them on?” the man urged. I nodded, as I slipped on the gloves. They hugged my hands tightly, but they were still very comfortable, well insulated, and didn’t cut off any circulation.

“In order to activate the gloves, you have to program a codeword. This word can only be used by you, for the gloves will only respond to your voice, so you don’t have to worry about anybody stealing them. It would be a futile effort,” the man explained.

“I see,” I began. I expanded and clenched my fists a few times. “How exactly do I set a password?”

He laughed again, this time for a longer period of time. Eventually he answered my confused look, “This is the fun part. So you see the ring on your right palm? Press the inside of that palm with your left thumb to activate the coding sequence,”

His instructions sounded weird, but I followed them anyways. Upon pressing the inside of my right palm, the blue rings and golden lines on the gloves began to glow brightly. It took me by surprise, so I nearly knocked the man’s hologram to the floor. Suddenly, a warm sensation began to rush over my hands. With every passing second, the insides of the gloves grew hotter and hotter. Eventually, it grew to the intensity of sticking my hand into a fire.

“Ahh, damn it. What the hell!” I began to yelp in pain as I waved my arms. A sudden jolt of pain pulsated from my fingertips and down through the veins of my hands. The pain shot up my arms and finally to my head. The end result was a radiating headache, it felt like my brain was getting bombarded by waves of falling bricks. “Ahh, fuck man. What the hell is going on!” I shouted at the man. I didn’t bother to lower my voice due the writhing pain. I’m sure someone probably heard me, but I didn’t give a shit. My back was arched over, as I clutched my head. It felt as if my eyes were going to pop out of their sockets.

“The gloves are bonding to you, to your magical code to be specific. It hurts, I know, but it will only last a few more moments,” he assured.

“Like hell you understand,” I said through my teeth. “I’m the guinea pig!” Sure enough, the heat began to leave my hands. The overflowing pain that ran from my fingers to my head, began to fade away. The river of fire in my veins had finally been quenched, and the drumming in my head ceased. The resulting relief was possibly the greatest feeling I had ever felt. My body relaxed and sunk into the bed, melting the sheets. Even the stiff mattress felt like a cloud after that ordeal. The gloves were now emitting a dim glow. I picked up the card.

“What the hell just happened?”

“Didn’t you hear me the first time?” he asked. “The gloves are now bonded to you. It had to read your magical code so it could duplicate it. Now you are the sole user of these gloves. Anyone else that tries to will, well, probably get hurt,”

“What do you mean by that?” I questioned.

“Take of the gloves and look at your hands,” he ordered. Taking them off, my eyes widened. On the tips of my fingers were black dots with a rim of deep red. The palms were the same.

“You turned me into a mime?” I asked sarcastically. I was only halfway so.

“No. How do you think the gloves were able to read you? The pain you felt were the gloves magical energy shooting up to your brain. It felt hot because the magical energy of the gloves was essentially being soldered to your magical code. It’s a rather, eh, unfortunate side effect. Too bad your not a pyro,”

“No kidding,” I replied. I examined the gloves closer and noticed words lit up on the inside of the large, palm circles. “Gun Girl?” Upon reading it, the words faded away and the gloves grew brighter.

“Gun Girl huh?” the man began. “That’s your codeword I guess. Interesting choice though,”

“I didn’t choose it,” I refuted.

“Oh, but yes you did. You see, we programmed the gloves to kind of pick a password for you. When the magical energy shot up to your brain, it scanned it for whatever thoughts were fresh in your mind. These words were the most prevalent, so it picked them for you. So in a sense, you did pick them, subconsciously,”

I was completely blown away. I knew that Gryphon Industries was amazing, but never did I think they were capable of this sort of technology. How fortunate was I to receive the opportunity to have worked with these guys and help them test run new products? It was just too much for me to handle.

“I wonder though, why Gun Girl became your password. It is a rather…interesting set of words,” the man paused between words. I shrugged, despite knowing exactly why it had became that.

“Well, aside from the searing pain, I really appreciate the opportunity to test these out for you,” I said.

“We would not have even thought about making it if it weren’t for you, son. Your collaboration is much appreciated,”

“I know you gave me a brief answer to what you planned to program into these gloves, but can you give me a more detailed description of its capabilities?”

“Sorry,” the man responded abruptly. “That is for you to find out on your own. I have to attend a meeting. I trust that I will receive a report from you in the near future?” Before I could even respond he assumed my answer and the transmission ended. The hologram faded back into the card, and in its place engraved on the back was the name Dr. Steve Wzelchy. I sighed and laid back on the bed. My head nearly hit the wall as I stared up at the ceiling. I brought the gloves into view, marveling at them. They were still faintly glowing.

In my 21 years on the planet, I made it a goal of my mine to connect with as many people as possible. Networking, getting to know people, I felt it was essential if I was going to parry my way to my ultimate goal. Last year, a speaker came to the school to give a guest lecture. After his speech, I approached him. He must have been impressed, because he gave me his card and told me to meet with him later that evening. Him and some colleagues had a business meeting in town and we going to have dinner. Turns out, the speaker worked for Gryphon Industries, a privately owned, magical technologies business. They mainly ran operations out of Rotterdam, Netherlands, but they also had locations in all of the other continents, including Antarctica. They were responsible for a great majority of the new technology that utilized magic. It was rumored for a long time that they held contracts with some of the military groups in the world, which caused some concerns. However, the president and CEO of the company flat out admitted that this was true, however, it didn’t mean they were conspiring against the people. It made sense to provide this technology to the armies of the world. The revelation actually led to less conflict.

The speaker who had come to Mozley was impressed by my “skills”, claiming they could really spark a revolution of great new projects for the company. Thus, I was invited for a summer-long internship at the sister site located in Helena, Montana. It was, needless to say, a remarkable experience.

I wasn’t feeling as remarkable right now, however. Sure, I got to test drive a new invention, but I hadn’t the faintest idea how. It was as if they had pushed me out of the nest and expected me to fly immediately. If I failed though, it wasn’t like a cat was going to eat me.

It was at that moment I realized that I could hear my clock ticking. I glanced up, the clocking read: 12:30.

“Oh, crap!” I exclaimed quickly gathering my things. I slipped a red bag onto my back, shoved my phone into my pocket, and turned off all the lights. Upon opening the door I paused to look at my hands. The gloves were still and glowing slowly. I still didn’t know how to deactivate them, but I also didn’t want to remove them. There were so many secrets to unlock in this potentially industry changing item. I wore gloves often, for I found it helped me control my reading ability, so it wouldn’t have been out of place for me to have a new pair. It would be more difficult to explain the blue glow. Shrugging, I dug my hands into the pockets of my jacket and stepped halfway out the door. I paused again, peering into the hallway. No one there. I looked to both sides before receding back into the room and locking the door.

Upon opening the window, the aroma of the trees and plants outside rushed in. I often used this route from my room. I wasn’t sure exactly why. It was more fun I suppose, but it was also unpredictable, and I liked that. The branch was strong enough to hold me. Swinging myself down from branch to branch, my feet eventually hit the ground. I dusted off any residue from climbing down. Suddenly I heard a voice.

“Did you seriously just climb down that tree from your room?”

I swiveled my head to discover a young lady, a little shorter than I with blond hair tied back and hazel eyes. She looked like a runner, her body was slim and toned. She wore a short sleeve, purple shirt that had the abbreviations of some sorority on it, as well as black yoga pants. She was a walking stereotype. I was surprised she didn’t have her “sisters” with her.

“Yea, what about it? And who are you?” I asked.

“Well if you must know,” she started in nasally voice, “I’m a new member of this sorority” she pointed to her shirt. “My name is Courtney and soon everyone will know it, because let’s face it, I’m beautiful,”

Nice to see you have hubris I thought to myself. These chicks always strike me as average. She was popular at her former school, and now, she was desperately and already, trying to find a way to make her self popular again. It was sort of sad really. I then remembered my gloves.

“Hey, you’re into fashion right? How do think these gloves compliment my eyes?” I said with an inflection of bullshit in my voice. She didn’t catch it, however, and she examined my outstretched palm. She opened her mouth, but I all I could see were her lips move.

Trying to explain how it was like to read people was like trying to explain algebra to a five year old. If you were lucky enough to keep their attention for a few minutes, you would still struggle to articulate in words they could understand what you are talking about. Colors were more vibrant. Things lost their definitions. It was like a blast of colors, numbers, letters, shapes, and symbols just running at me like cinematic 3D. However, this was new.

I was flying through space. It was is if I was able to bypass all of the firewalls and see her in the raw. What felt like an eternity of flashing images and loud vibrations soon accumulated into a point of blackness. I saw myself standing in the void. In front of me was a slowly rotating double helix that stretched up and down as far as the eye could see. Gliding over to the rotating neon, green helix, I reach out to touch it. Suddenly, it rapidly condensed into a ball of neon green in my hand. I knew not where I was, but I was still wearing the gloves. The ball began to sink into the glove, soon it disappeared entirely. Gasping, I could feel a rush of energy up my arm and into my head, however, it wasn’t hot like before. This time it was icy cold . A group of letters I had never seen before suddenly emitted from the gloves, similar to the hologram and the business card from earlier. Despite, not being familiar with the language, I knew exactly what it said. As soon as they had appeared, the words vanished and the darkness was sucked up like a vacuum. I found myself back outside, the girl giving me a weird look.

“Umm, did you hear anything I said?”

“Wait what?” my voice was a little disoriented.

“All you men are the fucking same. You didn’t hear a word I said did you? All you want are my goodies!”

I really don’t. “I’m sorry, I just got dizzy for a moment there. Thanks for your opinion, I gotta go!” I said scurrying off.

“Wait a minute? I’m not done with you!” I heard her voice as I turned the corner of the building in heading towards the student center. I was at a lost of words. What had I just witnessed? Normally when reading someone, I could just see the answer I seek in my head floating with the other shapes and colors. But never had I gone so deep and had such vivid images. It was if I had traveled to another world. My mind felt shattered and the only thing I could think of was what I saw in there.

Courtney was a succubus.

Arc. 1 Chapter. 2

I have heard throughout my school career that third year was the most important. I never really believed that. I always thought every year mattered, and if I had to single out a year, the first was the most important. You had to give yourself a strong and secure foundation to build upon. I used this philosophy in all areas of my life and thus far, the results have substantiated my beliefs.

Mozley was quite a large school, truly a spectacle to behold even outside of academia. Upon entering the front entrance was a massive central field lined with large red maple and oak trees. The center of the large green field sported a large fountain. It wasn’t uncommon to see students relaxing in this area many dubbed as Eden. Blankets were always out, hammocks stretched between the large branches of the trees, and people ran around throwing footballs, Frisbees and kicking soccer balls. Opposite of the front entrance and across the field was a large multi-storied building that looked like a futuristic palace. This was the student center, where many of the clubs met, and a lot of activities took place such as concerts and plays. The college comprised of six other large buildings where classes took place. These were situated in a circle around the central garden and were separated largely by subject matter. The largest was the J.Farfan Building, where most of the underclassman took the bulk of their classes. It was called “The Pond” by students. The remaining five buildings were more specialized in areas of magic. The most popular fields in Conjuration, Enchantment, Evocation, and Divination occupied their own buildings. The final fields of magic of Abjuration, Illusion, and Transmutation shared the sixth building. There was a rumored seventh building that focused on one of the forbidden arts, Necromacy. Every year there were multiple competitions amongst the students to locate this mysterious building, every year yielding no results. Farther past the student center were the athletic facilities. To the right of the center of the campus were the administrative and admission buildings, to the left were the student residencies.

When a student enrolled at Mozley, they had the option after their first year to apply to enter one of the seven magical art schools. Most students that came to the school were born with some form of magic, so many just gravitated towards whatever powers they already possessed. It wasn’t uncommon, however, for some to try others areas. Like any school, there was certain hierarchy. Although Mozley was well balanced in all areas, the art they were most known for was Conjuration. The school had produced some of the best conjuring Upgraded in not only the sector, but the world. Mobias Mozley himself had the ability to summon ice monsters known as Frosthounds, giant, menacing wolf-like creatures the size of vans. Though they didn’t want to admit it, the faculty knew of the caste system at the college and were aware that certain areas of the school received more benefits than others. This was one thing I sought to change during my time at Mozley.

The power I held was pegged as “rare and unconventional” by much of the faculty when I fist came to the school, and really didn’t fit into a particular subject. I was. However, offered to join the A.Gilford School of Divination, the smaller of the four most popular subjects. Students of this study were largely looked as sidekick or defensive type Upgraded. Attacking power was championed at the school, so it didn’t matter if you could read minds and see things others couldn’t detect. We were second class. Some students tried to lump us with the lower three subjects that didn’t garner enough students to occupy their own building. I saw it as my duty to give us a voice. I think I was doing a pretty good job at it so far.

I made my way from the student center to the smallest of the five residence halls. Under normal circumstances this hall was reserved for students of the honor societies and seniors. However, I was lucky enough to snatch up my current room and with no roommate at that, which was a relief. I refused to have another roommate since the incident that happened last year. All but two of the residencies looked like nice hotels. The one I stayed at looked like one of those smaller, yet vintage hotels you’d see in the historic districts of cities. It was a mere two floors compared to the other ones. Tall willows lined the perimeter of the building, their lime green branches hanging over the windows. The walkway up the building was made of large, individual stones, ranging from light grays to black and some a more rustic brown. The grass wasn’t the emerald green that surrounded much of the campus. Instead it was a darker forest green, that still looked a little wild despite being maintained. Two large rose bushes sat on either side of the front door. Old Manor Hall was originally a popular little hotel prior to the school buying it out. The building had recently gone through renovations, however, it still maintained its elegant and antique look. This was my home.

My room was on the second floor. I had to hurry. The SSB meeting would be taking place soon and not long after would be the annual SSB Welcoming Party, an event held by the SSB and other clubs for the new students. Though I would give nothing more than to just fall asleep in my bed. Despite my earlier enthusiasm, I hadn’t gotten much sleep in the past several days. I had my father to thank for that.

I turned the corner to the hall my room was on. There was a girl staring at a bulletin board on the right side of the bathroom entrance. As I walked by, I could hear her muttering something to herself. She looked at the sheet of paper in her hand, back up to the board, and back to her sheet again. I was just about to open the door to my room, but I stopped as she repeated this motion. Was this girl lost or something?

“Hey,” I said from afar. She glanced over at me for all but a few seconds before returning to the board. Her eyes were cold, sort of a “don’t bother me” cold. That wouldn’t stop me though. It never did. “Umm, if you are lost I could help you ya know?”

“I don’t need your help,” she replied in a flat tone. I only got a side view of her, but from what I could gather she was rather attractive. She was shorter than I, by a few inches or so. Her skin was caramel, but I could only tell by her face and her hands, for she was wearing a purple hoodie. Strange considering how warm it was outside. She was also wearing some turquoise colored pajamas that had pandas on them. Her brown eyes hid behind a pair of purple rimmed glasses. Her hair was black, which hid in the hood of her jacket. The feature that struck me the most were her lips. Even though the rest of her body gave off a cold and unattached energy, her lips were warm, full, yet unassuming. It took me a while to speak again.

“Are you a freshman?” I asked.

“What does it matter to you?” she questioned without turning her head.

“Well,” I began. “My name is Alex Cristoph, the vice president of the Student Service Brigade and it’s my job to assist students in whatever they may need.” She remained silent. I continued. “Why weren’t you at orientation?”

“What does it matter to you?” she repeated. This time she moved closer to the board, but I could tell she wasn’t really reading anything on it. Especially since the only announcements on it were from the previous semester. She just didn’t want me talking to her. I wasn’t going to let her win though.

“I see what’s going on here,” I said. This caught her attention, as she finally turned towards me. I could see now her eyes were equally as heavy as mine. Did her father cause her to lose sleep too.

“I’m lost,” she finally admitted.

“I know. This is Old Manor Hall. Only seniors and honor society students dorm here. You’re looking for the Mozley Park Hall, the really big on in the back. It’s the newest one where most if not all the freshman stay at,”

She crumbled up the sheet with her right hand and stared out the window. “Damn. Someone told me this is where I was supposed to come to,”

“Really? Hmm, probably just some stupid upperclassman playing a prank. Allow me to apologize on their behalf,”

“That makes no sense,” her voice monotone. “You don’t even know them.”

“I might if you tell me what they look like. I know a lot of people,”

“It’s not necessary,” she simply said. We stood their in silence for a moment. She seemed like she was fighting with herself to not look embarrassed. This causes her cheeks to pink slightly, which just brought out her lips more. I spoke to break my concentration.

“The reason you weren’t at the orientation wasn’t because you didn’t want to. You didn’t go because you woke up late. You were rushing and asked someone where you should go and they said for you to come here,”

“People wear pajamas around campuses all the time. No way you could have figured that out just off that observation,” she replied.

“True, perhaps it was just a lucky guess. I’m sorry your morning hasn’t gone to your liking.” There was another pause. I was getting nowhere with her. I wasn’t even sure where I was trying to go. I already told her she was in the wrong place. However, something told me to keep going. I made another observation.

“Are you going to tryout for the Lady Cores Lazershot team?” I inquired.

“How did you-

“Your carrying case,” I cut her off. Sure enough, next to a large black suitcase was another long, and flat silver case. “Let me guess, a Peregrine F5?”

“With a trap detecting attachment,” she finished my sentence. “How in the hell did you know that?”

I smiled, “Let’s just say that’s my thing,”

“You play Lazershot?” she questioned. Her voice softened a bit, her body seemed more relaxed and not as cold. She was still putting up a barrier though.

“Well, that’s not exactly what I meant, but yea, I play leisurely every now and then and I enjoy going to the games. Maybe we could play some time?” This received a chuckle from her that was marked by cynicism.

“I would probably wipe the floor with your sorry ass, no offense!” She smiled, her eyes cocky. I could see a hint of fire in them. This girl had some spunk to her after all, probably came out when she was shooting. Her natural side gave me a sneak preview and I had to admit, I liked it.

“Well, I doubt that, but we’ll see,”

“Hmph,” she grunted, her voice became cold again. “I guess,” She picked up the large suitcase and her carrying case and began making her away to northern stairwell.

“I would be faster if you went through the back entrance,” I suggested pointing the the southern stairwell. Without responding, she changed directions and walked past me to the stairs. She wasn’t seriously about to haul all of that luggage by herself was she? Then again, she did it before I had arrived there.

“Umm, do you need some-

“I got it,” she interrupted. The large suitcase made a loud bang with every subsequent step. I could hear her struggling, and despite my wanting to help her, I decided not to. The thuds grew fainter and fainter before I finally ran to the top of the stairs and called out to her.

“Wait,” I shouted just as she was about to turn the corner. She disappeared from sight, causing one more thud before stopping. “I told you my name,”

“Just call me Beserker,” she said bluntly as she continued her descent. Berserker? That was a strange nickname if I ever heard one. I wonder what the story behind it was. Shrugging, I returned to the front of my room. The distraction made me almost forget my earlier enthusiasm for my new package, or toy as Mohamed had dubbed. It was a toy. Just as I opened the door, a couple of upperclassmen walked up from the northern stairwell. Two of them moaned loudly as the one in the middle called out to me.

“Hey you! Did you by any chance see a cute girl here. She was wearing a purple hoodie and some pajama pants. Had a big suitcase and a smaller silver one?”

I didn’t respond immediately. “Not here no” I lied. “But I think I saw someone matching that description in the admissions building.” They nodded and disappeared from sight. Shutting the door behind me, I had to wonder what they wanted with Berserker. I had pointed them in the complete opposite direction of her, so at least that would trip them up. I couldn’t warn her about them, but then again, she looked like one who could take care of herself. Especially with a nickname like hers. Nevertheless, though I was a person who thirsted for information, Ishifted my attention to the brown box on top of my bed. Time to play.

Arc. 1 Chapter. 1

It seems Man has always been obsessed with what is not there. Spirits, gods, magic, sorcery, summoning, channeling, witchcraft, and so much more. It has been shrouded in confusion, mystery, admiration, abomination, and celebration. Magic, having the ability to do incredible things, acts that people of the past believe only the Gods could achieve. My my, what an exciting time we live in right now!

The large black screen in front of the auditorium changed. Now, standing in front of the institution was a young, smiling man.

“Hello newcomers! My name is Alex Cristoph, and this is my home and my pride. Welcome to Mozley Institute of Magical Arts!” The man in the video stood to the side as the camera paned around into an aerial view of the school. Electronic music played in the background, as images of students, faculty, sports, and more flashed onto the screen. The young man came back into view, walking around the campus. “Congratulations, my young friends, you have the opportunity to study at one of the finest magical institutions this sector has to offer. Here you will gain the skills and knowledge to pursue whatever it is that you desire. We feature a top notch staff that will help guide you on your way to enhancing and fortifying your magical skills! We are a great community, featuring over one hundred clubs for you to join and meet new friends, and not to mention some of the best food you will have ever taste in your life. Yes, I know food is important to you guys!”

The host of new students in the auditorium, as well as the attending professors laughed.

“Come out on Saturdays for Blitzball and support our championship winning team, the Mozley Manticores! Or support our Lazershot Team, the Lady Cores! Really, any of our wonderfully run sports teams will provide you with winning entertainment!” The scene changed again, with him speaking with professors and other students, his voice providing the overlay. “Many of the students that go on and graduate from Mozley land jobs with some of the top companies and even leagues in the sector. As a matter of fact, prior to this guy attending here, the college had a different name,” he said pointing to a statue in the middle of a large atrium. “I’m sure all of you know who Mobias Mozley is. One of the premier Upgraded our sector has ever seen has walked the halls you will soon walk. He’s chanted the slogans you will soon chant. He has left his mark on this great school. And now it is your turn. Once again, welcome to Mozley Institute of Magical Arts! May you summon greatness into your lives!”

The video was followed by an eruption of applause by the new students. Today was Orientation day, where all the new students got a feel for their new home. It was always a very festive and busy event that spanned three days. The large auditorium was filled with anxious and excited young magic users, ready to put their skills to the test. Mozley was consistently considered one of the top universities to attend in the sixth sector, or the North American Sector. An older, though elegantly statured woman walked across the stage to the center. The energy about her felt of great importance, which she was. This lady was head of the Spirit Familiar Department. Her voice was surprisingly young and sweet.

“My my my, look at all my tadpoles here. You sure seem like an excited bunch!” The students responded with an echoing roar. “Well, I won’t be long, because I know who you really want. Let me just say congratulations on getting in and welcome to our university. I hope that you all do well in your courses and push through. It may become difficult, but always persevere. That is what it means to be a Manticore. I know I will see you all graduate from here! And without further ado, The Vice President of the S.S. Brigade, Mr. Alexander Cristoph.

As if she had announced the leader of the sector himself, all of the students erupted into cheer. Almost all of them were on their feet now. Females were screaming like they would for a rock star. Males were chanting. Even some of the professors were ecstatic. Not too long after , Alexander walked across the stage, waving at the students. He assumed his position at front center, grabbing the microphone. By all means, Alexander Cristoph was a good looking, young man. He stood a slightly above average height, with a semi-muscular build. It was obvious that this guy, though not of body-building status, frequented the gym. His hair was dark, mahogany and short, his bangs cutting to the right, and longer in the back. His eyes were a dark green, his skin slightly pale. He wasn’t overly dressed, however, taking the liberty of wearing a black sports jacket over a solid green shirt, and some dark jeans. He also wore a large black a green bandana around his neck. His signature accessory, he was rarely seen without it.

“Wow, you know that never gets old. I’ve been doing this for a couple of years, and you guys are the loudest by far. Give yourself a round of applause!” he said into microphone. The crowd cheered as he took it off the pole and began to walk around. The second he brought his lips closer to the microphone, silence filled the room. He was powerful.

“Let me just first start off by saying welcome to Mozley. I’m not going to be very long up here, for much of what I would have said was already stated in the opening video. However, what I am going to do is ask you all a question. Why is it exactly that you are here?” The room was an awkward collection of murmurs and sneezes. No one spoke out loud, so Alex continued his speech. “Hmm, not one of you knows huh? Well, I’ll tell you why I am here and we’ll see if it somewhat aligns with your reason. I am here, because I want to be. Simple yes? Well, allow me to elaborate. I am here, because I want to achieve greatness. Granted, you could do this wherever you go doing whatever you want right?” Once again the room was overcome with low voices.

Alex laughed, “You know, I’m not a very good salesman, because I just talked up this school and then said you could do whatever you want wherever you want. What sort of promotion is that?” A few people laughed. “Ok, I’ll go a step further. I am here because I want to achieve greatness and have access to great resources. You, anyone of you could do whatever it is that you want. I’m sure you’ve heard this from a lot of people from your parents to your elementary school teachers, etc. But you know who won’t tell you is the world. And you want to know why, because the world doesn’t give a shit about telling you. It could care less about what you want!”

This omission sparked a bit of an uproar, not completely angry, but more so one of confusion. Who the hell was this stranger, regardless of his status, to tell a bunch of freshman that the world didn’t care about what they wanted? One minute he’s uplifting them and the next he was unraveling the charm. Some students became angered. One even stood up.

“Hey man, I thought you were supposed to be telling us good things about the school, not insulting us!” a taller man in the middle section shouted out. A few of his presumed buddies backed him up with a unison “yea”.

“I didn’t insult you man, you didn’t even allow me to finish. I just said the world doesn’t give a shit about you,”

“And how is that not an insult? What, do you think you’re some sort of hotshot on campus telling us we won’t amount to nothing?”

“I never said that. What is your name?” Alex said. The burly man shot him a look. “You’re name?” he repeated.

“Why the hell would I give you my name?” the aggravated student asked.

“His name is Conroy,” a lady a few rows up from him chimed up.

“Thank you very much miss,” Alex winked at her. She flushed pink as several of the female students next to her began to giggle. “Everybody, Conroy has volunteered to be my assistant for this demonstration,” he said loudly into the mic.

“I didn’t volunteer for anything!” he said angrily. He was out of his seat and halfway to the stage at this point. Alex was able to receive a full body view of this guy. He stood an easy half foot taller than him. His blue polo showed visible creases due to his bulging muscles. His hair was short and black, his hands looked like they could pop a basketball. Unlike Alex, this guy looked like a bodybuilder, one that had the expression of an angry, charging rhino. Alex smiled.

“Throw some magic at me, Conroy,” he demanded.

“What?” the towering male student asked. He was on the stage now and stood maybe twenty feet from Alex. His hands were clenched. Many of the students had looks of concerned, some were pestering the surrounding teachers to take action. None of them budged. They shared the same smiling expression that Alex had, almost like they were expecting this to happen.

“Come on man. I can sense you use some magic of some sort. Everyone here does. Let’s see what you got,”

“Do you think I’m stupid? Are you trying to get me in trouble already?” Conroy replied, still visibly pestered. Alex shrugged and raised his hands to behind his neck. Bringing his bandana up, he tied it around to shield his mouth. He then reached into the left inside pocket of his coat and pulled out a black glove, slipping in onto his right hand. He held his hand out and took a few step forwards, bending both of his knees with one foot forward and the other one back, as if to brace for in impact.

“Seriously, come at me. Or are you afraid? Show me I’m wrong when I say the world doesn’t give a shit about you,” he taunted, his voice slightly muffled. He continue taunting as the crowd started chanting Conroy’s name to act. Alex could sense the culmination of the chants and his taunts boiling over. “Attack me!”

In that instant, Conroy began to charge with his fist clenched. Several rings of light appeared around his wrists as he began to punch forward. Streams of light flew from his knuckles like sails as he brought his fist into the palm of Alex’s gloved hand. The resulting shock reverberated throughout the hall as, Alex’s body flew back several feet in the air, his body flipping over, landing with his knees on the ground. Seemingly unscathed, he rose to his feet and simply nodded his head. “Interesting,”

Conroy resumed his charge, however, this time Alex stood straight up, his arms at his side. Many of the students were urging him to dodge or to at least brace for the second hit. Nearly half the room jumped as Conroy’s second attack was mere feet from his face. With lightning fast reflexes, Alex halted this flying fist with two fingers. The didn’t bend backwards at all. The room gasped as Conroy sent a barrage of desperate punches, however, Alex easily dispelled all of them. He was now pushing Conroy back, as the burly student continued his helpless assault. After resting for a few seconds, Conroy attempted one more right swing, however, his fist stopped far short of Alex’s fast and plummeted to the floor of the stage, carrying the rest of his body with it. It was as if a one hundred pound weight was suddenly tied to his hand. Many of the students laughed and all of the teachers clapped. The rest of the auditorium followed suit. A flustered Conroy rose to his feet, his hand still pinned to the floor.

“Stop clapping! This isn’t funny!”

“Actually, it kind of is. Wasn’t expecting your hand to fall quite like that, it looked like something out of a cartoon!” Alex started off. Conroy began to swinging at him with his free hand, however, Alex rendered it useless as well. Now he looked like a gorilla. He sat on the floor, completely defeated, and almost looked on the verge of tears. “Everybody, please give my assistant a thunderous round of applause for his act today. I must say, he is one of the strongest I’ve faced doing these orientations!” Everybody stood their feet in applause. A bewildered Conroy just stared out into the crowd. He had no reason to why they were clapping for him. Was it some sort of sick joke that he wasn’t it on?

“Conroy, my friend,” Alex began as the crowd quieted. “I’m really sorry that I had to embarrass you like that. Granted, I’ve done this thing twice before and I think your reaction was the angriest. I remember the first year I did it, I had everyone fooled,”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Conroy demanded.

“Evidently, you don’t really know who I am, which is fine. It’s not like I’m an official Upgraded or anything. The type of magic I possess is one that allows me to read magical code upon contact. After I’ve read the code I can upgrade or downgrade said code to my choosing. So when you attacked the first time, I absorbed the code of your magic. That’s why the rest of your punches were useless,” Alex explained. Conroy still looked confused. Alex continued. “I represented the world in that act, Conroy. When I said the world doesn’t care about you, I’m not saying it hates you. What I’m saying is that the world is indifferent. It doesn’t really care who and what you are. It’s going to throw everything at you, holding back no punches,”

“I still don’t follow,” Conroy said. By now, Alex had released the magical bind on his hands, and he had risen to his feet. His arms were crossed however, his face flustered red. Alex turned his attention back to the crowd.

“Many of you may find my treatment of Conroy here to be harsh, but this is just what I want to let you all know. The great thing about an indifferent world is that we all have access to same opportunities. We all have access to same success, because it is abundant like drops of water in the ocean. We all can do whatever it is we want to do…if we really want to. This is why it is imperative of each of you, to truly utilize the institution. It is one thing to get in, but if you don’t really do anything and apply yourself, what would be the point? Please, use the great resource that you have. And don’t worry about what others may think of you, because even though we are all competitors and classmates simultaneously, no pair of any of us has the same exact dream. There’s plenty of room in this world for all of them. Believe me,”

Another round of applause concluded the bulk of Alex’s speech. The vice president of the SSB simply smiled, as Conroy walked up to him. Alex noticed him with his head down, and who could blame him. He was absolutely embarrassed by someone who was considerably smaller than him. “Conroy, my friend. Do you practice any martial arts?”

“No, I don’t. I wrestled in high school though,”

“I see. Well, we have a judo club here that I believe you will be perfect for. You don’t have to take my offer if you don’t want to, but I’m willing to put in a good word for you, and I’ll pay your start up fees in exchange for your participation today. How does that sound?”

Taken back, Conroy spoke into the microphone, “That sounds pretty cool actually,”

“Did ya’ll here that? He said is sounds pretty cool. It’s very cool my friend, as are all of the clubs here. So please, my classmates, go out and learn, thrive, live, and love your time here at Mozley. May you all summon greatness into your lives! Thank you very much,” Without so much as a second thought, Alex trotted of the stage as he made is exit, leaving behind the young and robust students behind. The hall itself was rather large, which in fact doubled as the stage for the theater department. It was complete with tall green curtains, and two upper lofts. Upon stepping into the back, Alex was stopped by one of the members of the SSB

“You always get so animated with these events,”

“Oh hey, Mohamed. Well, I have to you know. Gotta sell the school to these kids,” Alex replied.

“True. You are coming to the meeting later today right? I know you are a busy man but-

“I’ll be there don’t worry. Just gonna run to my dorm to pick up something really fast. I got a new toy today!” his face full of the sort of excitement you see from a kid receiving their first bike.

“You and your toys. Well, guess I’ll see you later. Good job out there,”

Alex, who was already running off in a hurry looked back and shouted, “Gotta love orientation!” and disappeared from sight.