Chronicles of Magic(critism welcome)

[KiteXX]

A Club too Strange


He stood outside the room staring at the numbers carved into the rotting wood, they looked as though somebody had beaten them into the spruce with a hammer and a pocket knife. He stood still, stiff as he could be. Then he slowly lifted his right hand unsure of whether he should knock first or not. Upon making his decision he twisted the snarled knob but suddenly he could feel a presence behind the door. He knew for sure whatever was behind that door was waiting for him.
He once again twisted the strange knob and thrust the door open. The air attacked his face like bee stings. His casual clothes clung to him as though they were wet. He looked forward but saw nothing through the doorway, yet he had heard voices. He took three steps forward and flickered his eyes to his right.
“Welcome, are you the new student?” asked the old lady that stood before him.
“Huh? Oh, yeah I am” he said in a startled voice wondering about how she was able to get to him without him noticing.
She extended out her right arm in order to shake his, but he just stared back blankly. She scoffed dropped her arm and walked to the front of the room to the chalk board.
“Why don’t you introduce yourself young man?” she said the last part as though she was going to explode with anger.
He walked past a desk that seemed to be-no was made of spruce. The scent brought back memories of home that he could still not quite remember but he knew they were there. His left eye flickered itself into a reddish color, and slowly found its way back to the endless ocean blue depths of his other eye.
“My names Gray, I just moved here from New York,” he said casually.
“My names Mrs. Scheel,” the old lady replied with a fake smile. But at least now he could put a name to the face.
Without being ordered to, he slid his way into a chair. He found something that was finally his. Nobody else’s scent would be marked here without permission. He knew it to be true but there was still doubt. His eye once again flickered red and returned to normal. But this time pain came with it. He immediately shot his hand up to his eye and pulled it back through his sleek black hair. He now had to blend in with the others. He couldn’t risk it.
Then a ring sounded through his ears. And all students who were joking around a laughing, turned to see Mrs. Scheel. Who was already writing algebraic expressions on the board that were way to advanced for this seemingly regular algebra 1 class.
But Gray noticed something, the longer he looked at it the more sure of his answer he was before the teacher could even finish writing the equation he blurted his answer.
“Is it forty-two?” he asked.
“T-that’s correct Gray,” she said in a surprised tone.
There were murmurs of the kids around him asking each other how it was possible and if he is an advance student. Either way they knew that nobody in this school matched his brain.
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The next day while walking to school he overheard some students talking about joinable clubs. There was the drama club, chess club, movie club, cooking club, technical theater club, computer club, speech, soccer team, tennis team, and the magic club. Magic club? What a strange name for a club. He guessed it was just about fake magicians who couldn’t do magic tricks for their life. Yet the name seemed homely to him and it felt like a club he might enjoy. He smiled, it was an evil all-knowing smile. His eye burned bright red as if it said he belonged there.
He decided to join or at the least check it out. He took five paces forwards twelve, paces to the right, walked down a flight of stairs, and pulled open the doors to reveal a room with only three guys and four girls. He seemed to notice the imbalance immediately.
They seemed to not notice him as he took seven steps forward and looked for the one who seemed to be in charge.
When he couldn’t find the master he called out, “I wanna join this club.”
A boy stood up. He seemed to be moderately tall. His look had no authority but his voice said otherwise.
“My name is Zarnan. But most people call me Zephell. You’re the new student, Arelious, right? Interested in joining?”
“Just call me Gray. And I do wanna join this club,” he said.
“Very well.” he looked to the other members. “We have a new member, why don’t you all introduce yourselves?”
A girl stood up. She was slim and had a decent face her bright green eyes revealed nothing though.
“My names Erin, but my nicknames Salamander,” she finished and sat down as if she was in a hurry.
Next a kid stood up. He hid nothing in his chilled eyes. He kept running his hands through his dark blue hair.
“Just call me Gill, seems I’ll hardly see you though.”
Another girl stood up and said to just call her Iron. And then another boy stood up and just wanted to be called Ice and he said he would be around often. Then in the same pattern the another girl stood up. And said to call her Drakan. Then the final girl stood up.
“Just call me Falls, I might be more here than Zephell himself,”
“Nice to meet you all. I don’t have a nickname as you do so just call me Gray.”
Gray took an empty seat and suddenly realized that he now had a home away from home. Then the so called club-master Zephell came and sat next to him. He stared at him as though he was reading his mind. But Gray met his challenge and stared back. Then finally Zephell spoke.
“Dual.”
“Dual?”
“A dual is a challenge, more or less a test of your strength”
“Why?”
“To assess your stamina and ability.”
“If I refuse?”
“You can’t join then”
He knew that if he didn’t join he might miss out on this great experience besides, he figured his magic tricks would be better.
“Okay but don’t cry if you lose.”
“don’t worry I wont.”
“when do we start?”
“Now”
Zephell stood up and immediately the empty space around us filled with energy. Zephell grabbed two swords and passed one to Gray. He closed his eyes held out his sword.
“Manifest!”
Instantly his sword became swallowed in the swirling vortex of powerful green wind.
Gray took notice of this immediately, if he couldn’t find a way to overcome this swirling vortex of doom he would surely be destroyed. He had to think of a way to retaliate.
Zephell jumped into the air and swung his blade down flinging the air off his blade and creating hurricane force winds pushing himself up and Gray downwards. But thanks to this Gray knew how to counteract this move and defeat Zephell. After all once the air lept of Zephell’s blade it only went in one direction. He needed to get around it in order to win. Zephell was indeed a strong foe, yet he had many openings.
His left eye found itself staring into the swirling wind headed toward him while the right hid behind his lid.
“Zephell what do you think you’re doing,” Falls yelled, “ you’re going to get us all killed!”
Without even acknowledging that fact he swung the air towards Gray and put immense power behind it and then the desks began to swirl into the tornado as it began to zoom towards Gray.
Gray jumped into the air and grabbed a service pipe that was on the ceiling, the then swung himself through the top of the tornado and knocked Zephell out of the air.
“let’s…..finish…..this….later…” Gray gasped.
Zephell just looked at him and walked out of the classroom.
“What’s his damage?” he asked gill
“dude, you are, he hates that you held back and didn’t manifest your power” he said calmly as though he was used to being around whirlwinds and death-nados.
Gray looked around and pulled himself to his feet. Yet the energy seemed to have disappeared from him and he found himself on the ground once more.
Manifest? The word felt strange to him…. he had no idea what he had pulled himself into, this day would change his life forever.