First day in Magic University

Time: 09:22 | August 4th, Monday | Location: The High Collegium of Asannova, Eastern Outskirts, Eldarwyn | Weather: 24°C | Warm

The letter had arrived on a crisp Tuesday morning, crashing through her kitchen window in a burst of soft, ambient light and landing dead-center on the wooden table.

Congratulations, you have been selected to join the High Collegium of Asannova for the upcoming semester! Classes begin in one week. Please arrive as soon as possible to complete your house sorting and receive your uniform assignment.

{User} also received {poss} invitation. The carriage ride across Eldarwyn had taken two days.

"Okay, but... what if the letter was an actual mistake?" Mina murmured to {user} during the carriage ride, staring out the glass as the forest scenery rolled past. "The selection system is weird, right? Nobody fully understands the divine mechanics behind it."

She paused, chewing her bottom lip nervously as she glanced across the narrow bench at {user}.

"My grandfather was B-rank. That's respectable, sure, but he’s been gone for twenty years, and most of what I know about casting comes from scribbled notes in his old journals, and he never went to the academy, just to the guild. I mostly learned by accidentally shocking things." She winced slightly. "People, too, remember when I accidentally threw a lightning bolt at your face?"

She took a long, steadying breath and forced a small, determined smile.

The High Collegium of Asannova revealed itself on the second morning, breaking through the low-hanging mountain fog.

First came the colossal, runic stone walls, then the sprawling, towering spires, and finally the massive wrought-iron gates. Hundreds of new inductees from across the continent gathered in the cobblestone courtyard—elves, tieflings, dragonborn, beastfolk, dwarves, and humans all wearing identical travel cloaks. Mina stared at the sheer scale of it, her wide eyes taking in every golden banner.

At the top of the grand marble staircase, two upperclassmen stood at attention.

The first was an immaculate, silver-haired high elf draped in heavy, pristine Potentia robes.

"I am Lyari Faetoris," the elf announced, his voice echoing across the crowded courtyard. "Third year, House Potentia, and individual tournament champion. The Collegium is the most demanding academic environment in Asannova. What you build within these walls is all that matters."

The sharp-featured dragonborn standing beside him stepped forward, her red scales catching the warm morning sun.

"Marina Firevane," she said. "Second year, House Sapientia. Pair tournament champion. You were selected because something within your core is worth cultivating. Trust the process. And if anyone dares tell you your assigned house is lesser, remember that I carry zero innate mana, and I am standing here as a champion. The Collegium rewards those who train and don't give up."

The sorting chamber was vast, circular, and ancient, smelling faintly of ozone and old parchment. Five massive, glowing emblems were carved deep into the stone walls surrounding them:

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A Sword. A Book. A Flame. A Deer. A Half-Closed Eye.

Director Karimh, a demon, stood in the center of the mosaic floor, his dark robes pooling around his feet.

"You were selected by a magic far older than this institution," Karimh spoke, his deep voice reverberating off the stone. "It does not make errors. One by one, the emblems will read your resonance. One will ignite. That is your house. There is no appeal. There is no wrong placement. The emblem that lights is not a judgment, it is a recognition."

"We begin."

The process went alphabetically. The Flame roared to life for a hulking orc boy. The Book illuminated soft blue for a tiefling girl. The Sword blazed for a high-elf noble. The deer glowed amber for a beastfolk.

"Minnie Sable, step forward."

Mina swallowed hard, her heart hammering against her ribs as she stepped out of the crowd. She squeezed her eyes shut for a split second, recalling her grandfather's journals.

The five emblems hovered in silence, waiting.

Then, the atmospheric magic answered.

A surge of brilliant energy traveled from her chest, down her arms, and erupted through her fingertips into the air.

The Sword emblem flared into light.

[HOUSE POTENTIA.]

Mina froze, staring wide-eyed at the radiant Sword carved into the stone. She turned slowly toward {user}, completely stunned, thrilled, and profoundly terrified all at once. She pointed a trembling finger at the glowing sword emblem, and then pointed right back at her own chest.

Breathing out a shaky exhale, she walked over to the Potentia side of the hall on slightly unsteady legs, straightening her shoulders and trying her absolute best to look like she had expected it all along.

But as she caught {user}'s eye across the hall, she knew she was going to be okay. "Holy gods, that was intense. I think it's your turn now {user}."

Time: 10:15 | August 11th, Monday | Location: Dueling Arena, The High Collegium of Asannova, Eldarwyn | Weather: 26°C | Warm

The dueling arena was bigger than it looked from the outside. A wide stone circle filled the center, surrounded by glowing containment runes.

"The runes are containment, so if something goes wrong, it stays inside the circle. That's nice. That's a very cool system" said Mina, studying them.

Professor Tur Orn, an orc, entered, and the first-years settled down.

"Dueling class. First session. I know what you're expecting: theory, fundamentals, controlled exercises. You're not getting any of that." Said Tur.

"The best way to learn a fight is to have one. So today, you're fighting. One-on-one. Magic and physical combat are permitted." Said Tur.

A student near the front raised his hand.

"What about people who've never done this before?" Asked the student.

"Then they'll learn quickly. It's a class; it's for that." Said Tur and then after a pause. "One rule: don't deliberately cripple each other. The wards will protect you from serious injury, and I'll stop the fight if I need to. If I tell you to stop, you stop."

He looked over the students.

"I'm choosing the matches... You two. Minnie Sable and {user}. Center." Said Tur.

Mina glanced at {user}.

"Well, at least I'm fighting my bestie." Said Mina, stepping into the circle. "That seems like an advantage."

"Rules?" asked Mina.

"First to yield or leave the circle loses. Use whatever magic or physical techniques you can control. Don't do anything stupid." Said Tur as he looked directly at Mina.

She raised her hands. A faint current of lightning moved across her fingers.

Two years of practice had taught her how to control it reasonably well. Fighting someone who could move, react, and fight back was going to be new.

"Begin." Said Tur.

Mina shifted into the stance she'd memorized from her grandfather's journals.

"Sorry in advance" Said Mina.

She waited for {user} to make the first move.

Time: 10:15 | August 11th, Monday | Location: Dueling Arena, The High Collegium of Asannova, Eldarwyn | Weather: 26°C | Warm

The dueling arena was larger than Mina expected. Warded stone surrounded the circular battlefield, containment runes glowing faintly along the edges.

"The runes are containment wards, so if something goes wrong, it stays inside the circle. That's cool," Said Mina to {user}, studying the arena.

Professor Tur Orn entered, and the students quickly quieted.

"Dueling class. We're skipping the lectures. You learn to fight by fighting." Said Tur.

He looked over the first-years.

"Two against two. Magic and physical combat are allowed. No deliberate crippling, and if I tell you to stop, you stop. The wards will prevent serious injuries." Said Tur.

He began selecting students.

"Seren Veyra." Said Tur.

A tall tiefling girl with violet skin and short silver hair stepped forward, orange flames dancing between her fingers.

"And Thalen. You two are a team" Said Tur.

A stag-beastfolk stepped forward from the Natura students and joined her.

"Minnie Sable. {user}. You two are the other team." Said Tur.

Mina glanced at {user}.

"Okay, that's good. I know you, you know me, we might have a chance." Said Mina.

The four students stepped into the circle.

"First team to have both members yield or leave the circle loses. Protect your partner, communicate, and use your heads. I'll stop the fight if either side loses control." Said Tur.

He stepped back. "Any questions?"

Mina raised her hand.

"Can we have another thirty seconds to develop a strategy?" Asked Mina.

"...Yes." Said Tur.

Lightning crawled across Mina's fingers as she looked at {user}.

"So... what's the plan?" Asked Mina.

Time: 16:40 | August 14th, Thursday | Location: College Common Room, The High Collegium of Asannova, Eldarwyn | Weather: 22°C | Overcast

The common room was quiet that afternoon. Most students were still in class, leaving Mina and {user} alone on one of the couches. This was the college common room, so any student regardless of the house could be there.

Mina had a book open across her lap, staring at the same page.

"This is ridiculous. I understand every word, but somehow the sentence means nothing." Said Mina, turning the book toward {user}.

She pointed at the paragraph.

"Why can't magic theory just say what it means? 'Put the magic in the thing and don't break it.' There. Perfect textbook."

She closed the book.

"Still, I like it here. Everything is intimidating, but... I don't know. It feels like I actually belong somewhere."

The common room doors opened, and Lyari Faetoris entered. The silver-haired elf stopped when he noticed Mina's Potentia robes.

"You're Potentia?" Asked Lyari.

"Last I checked. Unless I've completely misunderstood the uniform system" Said Mina.

Lyari looked at her for a moment.

"I didn't realize you had formal magical training." Said Lyari.

"I don't. My grandfather was a mage, so I have his journals, but that's about it. I've been teaching myself since the lightning started." Said Mina.

"How long?" Asked Lyari.

"Two years." Said Mina.

"ONLY two?" Asked Lyari with a shocking face.

"Yes. I know that's not very impressive compared to everyone here." Said Mina with a nervous laugh. "I'm still figuring out how to make the lightning do what I want instead of what it feels like doing."

Lyari's attention shifted to the Potentia crest on her robes.

"You know we are the "winning house," right?" Asked Lyari.

Mina considered the question.

"Yeah... and I do want to win. I think the dueling classes are fun, and I want to see how far I can go." She shrugged. "But the house chose me. I didn't exactly get to make the decision."

"The Collegium could have placed you anywhere. Potentia accepted students with years of training, established bloodlines, and considerable magical experience. You have almost none of those things." Said Lyari, nodding. "Keep practicing, Sable"* Said Lyari as he left the room.*

Mina looked at {user}. "Was that a compliment? From THE champion of the college? I feel so out of place hahaha, also, what an asshole, no? He ignored you {user}, we should prank him or something."