Being the average Mage is good, but in this school you will be beat severely. Why? You just will. He was always behind, in normal classes like math, but also in driving and sword fighting. The boy couldn't keep up. He had to leave his younger brother, like their dad did, but it was to make sure we grew up the way we wanted it to be. They are twins, in a way. The younger brother has always been better at sword play. His fighting is more of range. Lego said "It is, but knowing hand to hand is good."
When he got accepted to the Magic Department, he jumped. Their tests were not paper, thankfully, but in your skills. One on one combat with another mage. The boy thought nothing of it. When he started chanting, he knew what was wrong, he have never done magic. Man, the first hit was the worst, fire to the chest. Then, in his rage, he used what not really anybody uses, lighting. He was used to taking down Lego, his brother, with it because he is a melee fighter. But this is different. The boy thought he couldn't do magic, he always could he guess. He just never saw it, Lego said he did. But when I aimed at the other guy, he went to the far wall. I was astonished. I was trying to make it so I could do it again, but it never came back. I had the urge to defend against others to see what their weakness is, but today was different. Was it the test? New school? I'm not sure, just knew I had to burn it. What exactly? Who knows.
They brought out the healer to take the tester, another guy walks to the field. "You have some power kid. Think of something stronger next-"
I might have been doing what he said but I guess to early? I thought of the wall exploding, and that's what happened. The man walked up to me, stopped a foot in front, and down looked me saying, "You kid, you have some potential. Be careful. I am Sir Torlent, I will be your trainer. What is your name and class."
As always, he answered different "I, sir, don't have a class but the name is Mistory"
"How Mistory, do you have no class with that power?"
"I have just been moved here, sir." Mistory responded.
"And what class where you before being moved?" Sir Torlent asked, spitefully.
"My home room was number 12, sir. Is that what your asking," Mistory questioned.
"No that was not. Now that we have met, I have to get you in a class and settled. That will take time so, go rest while you still have daylight and free time to use." Sir Torlent left with that, leaving Mistory to himself. Mistory left that large, empty stadium, to go home and rest.